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“I am not training him.”
The scowl was bound to stick with how often Jotaro was wearing it. He was lucky the café was empty, or else their reviews would tank from this interaction alone.
“You haven’t even met him. He’s actually very k-“
“I don’t care. I saw his resume. He’s a flake. I’m not wasting my time training him when he’ll just quit in a month.”
Jotaro crossed his arms tightly over his chest, leather creaking as he did so. His manager sighed at his defiance and finally looked up from her laptop.
“Jotaro, I was being polite by asking. You have to, it’s your job.”
She watched closely as Jotaro went through all five stages of grief before settling on the acceptance of his assignment. His expression hardened when his contemplation finished.
“I get to keep the tips from the shift. All of them.”
With a reluctant sigh, she agreed.
“Fine. But just try to be nice?”
A cold grunt was her only response, solidifying the ‘no’ he wanted to give.
—-
Luckily, Tuesday afternoons were not busy enough for Jotaro to be in a worse mood than he already was.
The warm sun shone through the windows of the café, bringing a bright glow to the polished counter. The playlist he chose hummed over the speakers, lively rock motivating him to survive the rest of his shift.
At least, until his latest task came in.
He wasn’t sure what he expected, honestly.
Kakyoin was…taller than he anticipated. He was smaller than Jotaro, but far from thin. His broad shoulders were barely shrouded by a cable-knit sweater, the brilliant green hue complimenting the bright red hue of his hair. Slim-fitting trousers decorated his hips in a way that brought heat to Jotaro’s cheeks. He shoved his eyes further north before he embarrassed himself, finding that his face was no less flattering. Stark lilac eyes flitted around the room, not meeting Jotaro’s gaze. He found himself mad that he dared not to look at him while he was analyzing him.
He cleared his throat loudly, watching Kakyoin turn towards him. A relaxed smile found its way onto his face, a grin Jotaro could have sworn was carved by the masters themselves.
What a stupid fucking smile.
“Oh, apologies. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I’m-”
“Kakyoin, yeah. I know who you are.”
His tone was cold, the lump in his throat long since swallowed.
“I’m your trainer. Get clocked in.”
Jotaro turned back towards the counter, swearing he could feel his frustration begin to boil. He hadn’t even been there five minutes and he already wanted him to leave.
Kakyoin, taken aback, simply moved towards the register, trying to navigate the tablet like he’d never seen one before.
Of course.
“Do you not understand how a tablet works?”
“I don’t understand them when I don’t know the passcode, no.”
Jotaro felt his chest tighten, stunned by the sudden retort. He wasn’t expecting this level of snark right out the gate.
“You could ask.”
“You could’ve offered it.”
Kakyoin flashed that same calm smile, stepping aside to allow Jotaro to input the code.
“Thank you. It’s the numbers I was emailed, ri-“
“Yeah. Hurry up.”
This was going to be a long four hours.
—-
Jotaro was going to kill him.
It had been two hours. Two entire hours. It felt like two days.
Every instruction? Kakyoin had a question, or worse, a suggestion.
Every ingredient? Kakyoin had to inspect it.
Every customer? Kakyoin had to greet them himself.
And then hold an entire fucking conversation with them as if he wasn’t in the middle of being trained.
It had been two long hours of pestering and redirecting and explaining and scolding. Jotaro was beginning to wonder if 12 dollars an hour was really worth this.
And worst of all?
Kakyoin was really good at making coffee.
Insanely good, actually.
When he was doing as he was told, he worked with the hands of an artist. He took his time properly steaming the milk as he pulled espresso shots into his cup, swirling the milk in, and even letting the foam sit on top like a cloud to rest on.
Even his cappuccinos were good.
Kakyoin always held his concentration as he poured, eyes locked in on the drink before him. His graceful fingers held the pitchers with such delicacy that it brought tangible rage to Jotaro’s chest.
And he still had two more hours of it.
He just about lost it when a regular came in.
“Hey Jotaro!”
“Good morning Old Man.”
He didn’t even wait for an acknowledgement before beginning to make the drink. He started pouring syrups when Kakyoin decided his expertise was needed.
“You didn’t even take his order.”
“He’s a regular, I know his order.” Jotaro tried to choke back the eye roll that was begging to make an appearance, but he did a piss poor job of doing so.
“How do you know he doesn’t want to change it up today?” Kakyoin flashed that goddamn smile again, and Jotaro almost threw the cup of syrup at his face.
“He always gets the same thing-irish cream breve. He never gets anything different because nothing else is just sweet enough for him without still tasting like coffee.” Jotaro took a few deep breaths before enough choice words slipped out to get him fired.
He had just started to pack the espresso shot when Kakyoin piped in yet again.
“But today could be different! Shouldn’t you always ask?”
“I don’t need to. I know him. He always wants the same thing.” His teeth, clenched tightly, began to ache. He would deck him at this rate.
“Still, shouldn’t you-“
“He’s my goddamn grandfather, I think I know what I’m doing.” Jotaro could not physically restrain himself much longer, hands beginning to clench into fists around the pitcher of half and half. He might’ve poured it down his perfect pants if he didn’t say something.
“Okay, sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, you didn’t. You should always ask.”
Jotaro felt a satisfied smile creep onto his face as Kakyoin’s grin curved downwards slightly.
Kakyoin watched attentively as Jotaro finished making the latte, careful to stay out of his way. Jotaro thought he would relax from the space, but his nerves were on fire. Why was he watching him so closely? Did he always watch people like this?
He still felt his eyes on him as he handed Joseph his drink, offering a strained look.
“New guy behind the counter?”
“Yeah. He’s…interesting.”
Joseph laughed a bit too loud and reached across to clap him on the shoulder. “Ah, you’ll get used to each other! Nobody likes the new guy, huh?”
Jotaro tried to restrain the anger behind his eyes, but apparently did a terrible job, as Joseph quickly pulled his hand away.
“Hey, give him a chance. We’re not easy folk to deal with.” Joseph motioned towards Kakyoin, who was currently trying to envelop himself in the syrup collection so as to not draw Jotaro’s attention.
“He’s trying, isn’t he?”
“You don’t understand, he’s-“
“What? Frustrating? So are you.” Jotaro didn’t even attempt to hide his expression this time, glaring daggers into Joseph’s stark blue eyes.
“It’s been a day. Cool it, huh?”
Jotaro rolled his eyes one final time before Joseph headed for the door, waving behind him. “I’ll see you two tomorrow!”
“Have a great day!” Kakyoin called after him, waving towards the door as it closed.
That scowl was definitely going to stick.
—-
He just had half an hour left of this godforsaken shift, and he wasn’t sure he would make it ten minutes.
Things had picked up in the café. A solid group of people had congregated inside, but not enough to be insanely busy. Jotaro could usually handle a crowd like this by himself given enough focus.
If it weren’t for the leech behind him fucking up almost every order that came through.
He used the wrong milk four times. Pulled decaf shots twice. Wrong syrups, hot instead of iced, mixed macchiatos, the list never seemed to end. It seemed like every order they received, Kakyoin was there to ruin it so Jotaro had to remake it.
They were wasting product, drinks were taking too long, and worst of all, Jotaro was inconvenienced.
He thought maybe, just maybe, he could get through the next thirty minutes if he just breathed.
Until he spilled a drink.
Specifically, he spilled a drink on Jotaro.
To be perfectly clear, he spilled an iced latte down the front of Jotaro’s pants.
Normally, he wouldn’t care. It was just one drink, not a big deal. He’d been covered in worse. Much, much worse.
However, this time was different.
Kakyoin was staring.
Kakyoin was staring.
Jotaro watched his eyes flit between his annoyed expression and the very revealing stain that decorated the front of his jeans.
And that was it.
“Go home.”
“Jotaro, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
Jotaro slammed his hand on the counter, ignoring the staring patrons.
“Go home. Come back tomorrow with your head on straight so you don’t suck this much next time.”
Kakyoin’s eyes narrowed. He watched his consideration in slow motion, knowing some venom-laced words were sure to follow.
But they never did.
“Okay, see you tomorrow, Jotaro.”
He calmly tossed the cup in the trash and moved towards the register, quickly clocking out as if he’d done it a thousand times. Or at least, like he’s thought of it a thousand times.
Jotaro wanted to berate him. To call him insulting names and wring his neck for even thinking about leaving.
But didn’t he ask him to?
“Have a great day.”
He offered that stupid fucking smile one last time, and then he was gone.
Jotaro watched as he disappeared behind the building to the parking lot, leaving him alone to clean up the mess he created.
He just about blew a gasket in front of the entire café.
—-
Polnareff came to relieve him much too late.
He was actually ten minutes early to his shift, but to Jotaro, he was late.
“Finally, my pants were starting to get cold.”
Polnareff looked at the state of the bar, eyes wide with shock. “You did all this?”
“Close. The new guy. Total moron, I know.”
Polnareff watched as Jotaro clocked out, eyebrow cocked. “Isn’t it his first day? I’m sure he did his best.”
“His best sucked. I did my best to clean up back here, but he wrecked the whole thing with his clumsiness. I don’t know how he expects to make it here.” Jotaro gathered his keys and jacket, finally turning to Polnareff.
“And he’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Well I’d hope so. The only way he’ll get any better is to practice.”
He tried to hide his scoff, but his company was much too perceptive.
“Jojo, just give him a chance. You don’t have to cut him off at the knees for a bad first shift. I’m sure your first shift was shit, too.” With a final clap on the shoulder, the conversation ended.
Just in time for his patience to finally wear out.
He quickly escaped to his car without so much as a ‘goodbye’, tossing his belongings aside as he collapsed into the steering wheel. The last four hours finally caught up to him, a loud sigh falling from his lips as he shoved the key into the ignition.
He didn’t even bother to turn on the radio before driving off, sitting in pure silence for the entire ten minute drive.
—-
Jotaro hadn’t touched himself like this in weeks, really.
It wasn’t like he planned to. He just wanted to shower off the coffee residue that covered his front. It wasn’t intentional.
But his hand lingered, brushing over his quickly hardening cock.
It had been a stressful day, can you blame him?
That’s how he found himself like this, slumped against the shower wall as he slowly jerked himself off.
Low groans escaped his lips, forehead pressed into the damp tile. Every stroke relaxed the tension in his shoulders slowly. He finally found himself calm enough to focus on his pleasure, chasing the high he had been building up to.
”You could’ve offered it.”
Jotaro was taken aback by the sudden mental intrusion, his hand moving faster as he tried to wipe the sound of Kakyoin’s voice from his ears. That fucking worm couldn’t stop interrupting him, and he wasn’t even here.
What a fucking asshole.
The water was beginning to cool on his skin, reminding him that his time was limited. He needed to relax.
He melted into his palm as he gripped himself firmly, large hand pumping his throbbing cock. His skin felt alive with electricity as he fell deeper and deeper into his own arousal. Small, desperate moans shoved themselves from his throat. The slick, wet noises covered up his vulgarity.
He was so, so close. He’d fucking lose it like this-
”I don’t understand them when I don’t know the passcode, no.”
His snarky tone invaded his ears yet again, but he couldn’t stop, not now. Not when his fingers were grazing over his tip every few seconds and he hunched over his furiously moving fist. His vision was beginning to go fuzzy with desperation.
If he didn’t finish, he might go mad. He was right there, right there, right there-
”…see you tomorrow, Jotaro.”
Thick, white spurts of cum painted the shower wall, a loud gasp throwing itself from his mouth as he came. His knees nearly buckled with the force of his orgasm. Jotaro could feel every muscle melt as he collapsed into the edge of the tub, holding himself up with a tense, tired hand.
He should be calm.
He should be relaxed.
And yet, all he could see in his bliss was that stupid fucking smile.
—-
He was waiting for him this time.
Jotaro expected a grace period at least. Some time to adjust before his trainee came in to draw his attention and piss him off. He needed that time. He needed a moment to relax.
Instead, he walked in to see Kakyoin’s grinning face. He wore another sweater, this one a delicate cream. His pants were green this time, just as tight as yesterday. Why were they always so flattering?
Why did he think they were flattering?
“Good morning Jotaro! How are you?”
That familiar frown slowly overtook his face as he clocked in. He wanted to scream. Deck him, even. Pour a latte down the front of his pants so he could be interrupted just like he was last night.
But he didn’t do any of those.
He simply tossed him a haphazard smile.
“Fine, thanks for asking.”
Kakyoin, satisfied with the answer, lit up visibly. “That’s good! Ready for this shift?”
He never stopped fucking talking, did he?
“Sure. Are you ready to not screw up so much?”
Kakyoin’s grin slipped for a second, satisfaction finding itself in Jotaro’s chest. He felt his lips curl upwards as Kakyoin’s resolve was tested.
“Yes. I’ve been studying.”
That fucking snark. The passive aggressiveness. The stupid, stupid smile.
“Great. Let’s get to it.”
That familiar scowl was back, bound to stick.