Jason stood in front of the small mirror on the break room wall and adjusted his new name tag. The gold surface stood out against his black uniform and he wiped it clean with the microfiber cloth he kept for his glasses.
Assistant Manager. It was like a dream. It was a lame dream, according to his little sister, but he had been coming to the Multiplex since he was a kid and it was the only place he wanted to work.
He'd proven his dedication to Darlene, the manager, when he ran the tickets and concession solo on Christmas Day for the double-feature premiere of The Bucket List and Alien vs. Predator: Requiem. Admittedly, the busiest show that day had half a dozen people, but when Darlene came back the next day, every theatre was spotless.
"Admiring yourself, boss?" Iris came up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. She had jet black hair with a cyan streak through her bangs, a nose ring, a lip ring, and a string of piercings around both ears. She made Jason, with his tidy blonde hair and single ear stud, look like a mormon.
"You'll have to start respecting me now, right?" He said, adjusting his nametag one more time. "I could fire you if you step out of line."
She thought hard for a moment and then said, "Nope!" and ruffled his hair with one hand.
The break room door squeaked open and Darlene filled the doorway. She was in her late twenties but no one was brave enough to ask her how late. Behind her were the empty line of concession stand registers and the hum of the popcorn machines warming up. "Change of plans," she said to Jason, "I've got a meeting, so you're flying solo today. You think you can handle it?"
Fuck. It was the first Friday of the summer. Two of the evening shows for the Wall-E premiere were already sold out. Pixar films meant children, and children meant mess, and without Darlene it would be a skeleton crew. He'd have to run backup on the cleaning team so they didn't get behind. This was not going to be like working on Christmas, but he knew he couldn't let Darlene down on his first day as Assistant Manager, so even though he had trouble finding the words, he nodded enthusiastically.
"It'll be fine," she said, "just don't-"
Darlene was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder and she stepped aside to let Wesley enter. He had the loose hair of a 70s surfer bro, and the slim build of a rave party twink, but his attitude was usually 'rich asshole'. He was also shirtless for some reason.
"Mornin!" Said Wesley as he stepped past Jason and went to the row of staff lockers.
Darlene rolled her eyes and asked what they all wanted to know, "Where is your shirt, Wesley?"
He stopped midway through opening his locker and pointed at it, "In here."
"But why didn't you wear another shirt to come in?"
He shrugged and smiled, "It's hot out."
Darlene blinked and shook her head. She looked at Jason and said, "Good luck, kid," and walked out.
Jason looked at Iris and she smirked and saluted him and followed Darlene out to the concession.
The crackling sounds of popcorn muffled as the door shut behind them, leaving Jason alone with Wesley. He tried to keep his eyes busy as he tidied up his bag to put it in his locker, but he felt Wesley's eyes on his back. Jason tried to ignore him and finished putting his things away, shut the locker, and turned.
Wesley was standing right in front of him. They were around the same height, but Wesley always had the upper hand when they were alone, and he clearly enjoyed it. He tucked his hair behind his ears and put a hand on the locker over Jason's right shoulder as he asked, "So, how was the rest of the party?"
"Uh, it was good." Jason tried to keep his cool, but he always melted a bit around Wesley. The other staff he could handle with some friendly banter or some confident authority, but Wesley didn't care about either. Every time they were alone there was a switch flipped and he only had one thing on his mind.
"Did you fuck anyone?" Wesley asked.
Sex. Sex was the only thing on Wesley's mind: who had it, who didn't, when, where, who with, and how many times.
They had graduated at the same time, but while Jason took a year to work his way up to Assistant Manager, Wesley took his mommy's money and disappeared to Europe. There were rumours of a deportation order, but nothing was confirmed. All Jason knew for sure was that Wesley landed back in their small town like a meteorite at New Year's and took a job at the theatre to pay for some undisclosed debt to his parents.
Jason blushed and said, "I didn't stay late."
He moved to leave and Wesley put his other hand on the lockers on Jason's left to block his exit. He wanted to look anywhere other than at Wesley's naked chest, but there wasn't much else to look at on the break room's walls except a "hang in there" poster of a kitten with a cutout of the shark from Jaws taped below it. Even if he wasn't looking at Wesley, he could smell the light musk of his summer sweat.
"Man," said Wesley, "We really need to get you laid."
Jason's wandering eyes found his new name tag and he looked up into Wesley's eyes and said, "I'm your boss now, remember? That's not really an appropriate workplace conversation."
Wesley stood back and put his hands on his hips. He shot Jason a devilish look and said with a whispy voice, "Oh, daddy. Is the big boss man going to punish me?"
He turned his bare back to Jason and arched out his ass, glancing over his shoulders with fluttering eyelashes and a finger to his lips.
Jason rolled his eyes and turned to the door. He kept his cool even though he was starting to feel warm under his dress shirt and said, "Just get dressed, dude."
"Oh, about that!" Wesley jumped ahead of Jason to block the door. "You want to know what actually happened to my shirt?" Before Jason could answer, he continued, "So I was walking through Aciman park, right? And I always head out early in case I get lucky, and when I came around the dark spot behind the bridge I saw this buff guy in a vest. His whole right arm was this awesome dragon tattoo and I saw him looking at me. I was wearing this cute orange tank top, and I didn't even have to say anything! He just followed me into the trees and slipped his hand under my shirt."
Jason knew he should cut him off and leave, but he was hypnotized.
Wesley's fingers danced absentmindedly over his bare abs as he continued his story, "I got his pants open, and he had, you would not believe it, the longest cock I have ever seen. It was like a footlong, but skinny, like a big pepperoni. I couldn't get more than half of it in my mouth it was so fucking long."
"I should get to work," Jason managed to say, and he tried to reach past Wesley for the door, but Wesley's hand caught his arm. The contact made Jason falter.
Wesley smiled and let his hand slide up Jason's arm as he stepped forward, driving Jason back towards the lockers as he continued, "I swallowed that cock so well I think he came before my knees hit the dirt."
