through Fairytale Land for all I care.”
“Yeah, sure, sure. Whatever you say, boss,” Rory said. “Shit. I can’t believe Taylor is such an asshole.”
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen,” Kyle said. He looked away for a minute, then looked back. “Listen, Rory. You need to watch your back. Charlie has it in for you because you blew him off. Going to his boss was just a warning.”
Rory snorted. “I’m a grown-ass man, Kyle. I’m not afraid of Charlie Taylor. Bring it on. In the meantime, I’m going to be a textbook employee. Oh, and one other thing -- you’re not invisible. I can see you just fine.”
Kyle blinked. Was that a sudden flash of heat he saw in Rory’s eyes? Don’t be stupid. He’s just mad about Charlie.
“At least promise me you’ll stay away from him until your training is over. I just don’t need anymore grief, okay?”
To his relief, Rory nodded, even though Kyle got the feeling Rory’s heart wasn’t in it. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”
Somehow, even though Kyle was sure he’d misread Rory’s heated look, and had doubts about Rory keeping the promise to steer clear of Charlie, he still felt a little better about the situation, and even managed to summon up a smile. “Come on. There are trash cans in Wild West Land with our names on them.”
They walked along in companionable silence for a while, following the brown line on the wall leading to Wild West Land. One sentence kept spinning round and round through Kyle’s head. “You’re not invisible,” Rory had said. “I can see you just fine.”
He knew Rory was just being pleasant at best, or at worst, sucking up so Kyle would be more lenient the next time Rory screwed up, but it was still nice to hear. He glanced at Rory out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, Kyle let himself wonder what it would be like if that fiery flash he thought he saw in Rory’s eyes earlier was real, and was meant for him.
Rory was smoking hot, but more than that, he was intelligent, funny, and even if he drove Kyle batty most of the time, Kyle had to admit working with him made the day fly by. Kyle knew that if Rory ever showed the least bit of interest in him, Kyle would either drop dead from shock, or throw Rory to the ground and have at him right there and then, and screw the rules. Not that it would ever happen in Kyle’s lifetime, but man, it was nice to dream.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t cool to fantasize while on the job. His cock was already pressing against the zipper of his white costume pants, which weren’t entirely opaque to begin with. One drop of precome seeping through his underwear would bleed directly through the cotton-polyester material, leaving a stain that would make it plain Kyle was just a little too happy, even for Happy World.
He had to stop thinking about Rory, and in particular, Rory’s body. A glint of metal on Rory’s wrist caught his eye, and he jumped at the chance to take his mind off his salacious thoughts. “Rory, I told you before about that bracelet. You can’t wear it onstage. Take it off and put it in your pocket.”
Rory huffed, but made no move to take the bracelet off.
Kyle frowned and stopped walking. “Rory? Did you hear me?”
“I did. I’m not taking it off. I can’t.”
“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?” Kyle asked, feeling his erection wane as his temper rose. “You have to! It’s against the rules, and you just promised to--”
Rory stuck his wrist in Kyle’s face. “It’s a medical alert bracelet, okay? I’m diabetic. Are you satisfied? You know, you should think about taking your nose out of that fucking rule book once in a while. We’re people, not animatronics, Kyle. Sometimes, the rules don’t fucking apply.”
Kyle felt himself flush. How could he have been so stupid? You know how. You never bothered to look at the bracelet. You just assumed Rory was breaking the rules again. “I... I’m sorry, man. If you’d just told me in the
“Yeah, sure, sure. Whatever you say, boss,” Rory said. “Shit. I can’t believe Taylor is such an asshole.”
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen,” Kyle said. He looked away for a minute, then looked back. “Listen, Rory. You need to watch your back. Charlie has it in for you because you blew him off. Going to his boss was just a warning.”
Rory snorted. “I’m a grown-ass man, Kyle. I’m not afraid of Charlie Taylor. Bring it on. In the meantime, I’m going to be a textbook employee. Oh, and one other thing -- you’re not invisible. I can see you just fine.”
Kyle blinked. Was that a sudden flash of heat he saw in Rory’s eyes? Don’t be stupid. He’s just mad about Charlie.
“At least promise me you’ll stay away from him until your training is over. I just don’t need anymore grief, okay?”
To his relief, Rory nodded, even though Kyle got the feeling Rory’s heart wasn’t in it. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”
Somehow, even though Kyle was sure he’d misread Rory’s heated look, and had doubts about Rory keeping the promise to steer clear of Charlie, he still felt a little better about the situation, and even managed to summon up a smile. “Come on. There are trash cans in Wild West Land with our names on them.”
They walked along in companionable silence for a while, following the brown line on the wall leading to Wild West Land. One sentence kept spinning round and round through Kyle’s head. “You’re not invisible,” Rory had said. “I can see you just fine.”
He knew Rory was just being pleasant at best, or at worst, sucking up so Kyle would be more lenient the next time Rory screwed up, but it was still nice to hear. He glanced at Rory out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, Kyle let himself wonder what it would be like if that fiery flash he thought he saw in Rory’s eyes earlier was real, and was meant for him.
Rory was smoking hot, but more than that, he was intelligent, funny, and even if he drove Kyle batty most of the time, Kyle had to admit working with him made the day fly by. Kyle knew that if Rory ever showed the least bit of interest in him, Kyle would either drop dead from shock, or throw Rory to the ground and have at him right there and then, and screw the rules. Not that it would ever happen in Kyle’s lifetime, but man, it was nice to dream.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t cool to fantasize while on the job. His cock was already pressing against the zipper of his white costume pants, which weren’t entirely opaque to begin with. One drop of precome seeping through his underwear would bleed directly through the cotton-polyester material, leaving a stain that would make it plain Kyle was just a little too happy, even for Happy World.
He had to stop thinking about Rory, and in particular, Rory’s body. A glint of metal on Rory’s wrist caught his eye, and he jumped at the chance to take his mind off his salacious thoughts. “Rory, I told you before about that bracelet. You can’t wear it onstage. Take it off and put it in your pocket.”
Rory huffed, but made no move to take the bracelet off.
Kyle frowned and stopped walking. “Rory? Did you hear me?”
“I did. I’m not taking it off. I can’t.”
“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?” Kyle asked, feeling his erection wane as his temper rose. “You have to! It’s against the rules, and you just promised to--”
Rory stuck his wrist in Kyle’s face. “It’s a medical alert bracelet, okay? I’m diabetic. Are you satisfied? You know, you should think about taking your nose out of that fucking rule book once in a while. We’re people, not animatronics, Kyle. Sometimes, the rules don’t fucking apply.”
Kyle felt himself flush. How could he have been so stupid? You know how. You never bothered to look at the bracelet. You just assumed Rory was breaking the rules again. “I... I’m sorry, man. If you’d just told me in the
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