❝ what are you gonna do ? kiss me ? ❞
— @synthend
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑. robin left a few minutes ago, the lobby’s vacant aside from them, and — as far as steve can tell — no one’s loitering outside. he could kiss never; part of him wants to. truth be told, the urge isn’t hard to come by. sometimes, all it takes is a look and, just like that, steve’s giving pavlov’s dog a run for its money. the upside? it’s mutual, as far as he can tell, at least when it comes to kissing and what that usually leads to. steve isn’t so sure about the knots in his stomach or the way never stays with him even when he’s gone. in fact, he hopes that part isn’t mutual. otherwise, their little arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.
❝ y’know, as thrilling as it is to play tonsil hockey with you while i’m on the clock, it’s gonna get me fired if it keeps happening. ❞ steve gives never a feigned glare from behind the front counter as he opens the cash drawer. he’s pretty sure he’s lying. as far as he knows, keith doesn’t check the security footage unless a customer complains. even then, it’s hit or miss. keith takes to responsibility like a cat to water. ❝ so, unless you can beat three bucks an hour, you might wanna consider a little patience. ❞
a few moments pass and the urge is still there, successfully distracting him from counting the bills in his hands steve knows he doesn't stand a chance. he drops them back into the drawer and his gaze snaps to never's. ❝ you're bad for business, you know that? ❞ without waiting for a response, steve reaches over the counter takes hold of never's shirt to pull him closer. their lips meet at the halfway point between them. it's not something steve should get used to. that doesn't make him want it any less.