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It has been a long day at Builder Brother’s Pizza. The dining area was littered with trash, pizza boxes and crusts scattered across the hard floor and smooth tables. Elliot sighed, tired from a day of hard work. He laid his head and arms on the counter, taking a moment to get his bearings before he would have to start cleaning up. The doors suddenly opened and startled Elliot out of his thoughts; a gasp escaped him as he scrambled up, putting on a customer service smile. Elliot felt relief and slumped back down when he saw who it was, the sounds of the man’s footsteps clashing against the floor getting louder as the doors swung closed.
“Hey Elli.” Telamon leaned on the counter as he spoke, his voice soothing to Elliot.
“Hi Tela…” Elliot sighed before looking up at the man, “Work was a bit rough today, as you can tell.” They were longtime friends, both around during the early stages of Roblox before the sudden boom in population. Elliot trusted Telamon deeply, and always confided in the admin when things would go wrong.. Especially when C00lkidd and 007n7 were still allowed at Builder Brother’s.
“Tell me about it then!” Telamon chuckled, before gesturing for Elliot to come around the counter and sit down at a table with him. He pulled out a chair, seating him, before sitting in a seat across from Elliot.
“I’ve honestly been thinking about cutting my hair— Every day at work I get misgendered and don’t get me wrong— I’m glad the regulars can correct them for me! But it really has gotten tiring, so many people assume I’m a girl at first glance because of my long hair…”
Elliot was clearly nervous as the words came out, his hands anxiously twirling some of the aforementioned hair. He continues, “It’s not their fault I know, they don’t mean to be insulting.. But I can’t help the anger and sadness I feel when it happens. Or when a spawn-AWFUL teenager decides to crack a joke when corrected instead of apologizing.. Dad even mandated pronoun tags across locations and it STILL happens!”
Elliot was clearly frustrated now, his gaze avoidant and voice forceful. He looked on the verge of tears, the topic alarming and causing distress to the poor man.
“Hey hey hey wait — Please calm down…” Telamon reaches across the table to rub Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot shifts towards the affection, sniffling.
“Breathe first, okay? It’s alright, I know how it feels… You shouldn’t let them get in your head, Elliot. They likely won’t think about it ever again; It’s best to not linger on bad memories.” Telamon kept his comforting act up, trying to stop the worker from crying.
“I’ve got something to help clear your mind, but let's work on this mess first, yeah?” He had briefly looked around, seeing the disarray the pizza place was in. He only suggested it once he could tell Elliot was mentally stable enough to close up shop; Elliot was no longer shaking or holding back sobs.
“You’re right. I forget how late it gets, time really flies…” Elliot took in a breath, releasing it when he got up from the chair. Telamon simply nodded at the comment, also getting up. The two began by picking up the trash from the floors, collecting it in garbage bags and setting it inside the dumpster outback. Most of the workload was put onto Telamon, he was purposefully getting things done quicker, only Spawn knew how ( definitely not admin commands) , so Elliot wouldn’t have to do so much. The deity could see how fatigued the robloxian was. While Elliot checked around the restaurant to make sure no ingredients were left out, Telamon sweeped and mopped the floors, set the tables, and put the chairs back in their correct positions. When Elliot returned from his duties, he was a bit suspicious at how fast and efficient Telamon got all that work done, but brushed it off as Roblox admin stuff.
Now sitting on the counter, Elliot looked up at the deity towering over him. He then remembered what the man had mentioned earlier.
“What did you have in mind..?” Elliot was rocking back and forth as he asked. Telamon’s face lit up at the question, a smile creeping onto it and the wings on his back fluttering with excitement. He turned around and quickly locked the door to the pizza place, then practically flew back to Elliot.
“We’ll leave in a bit—” He spoke fast, taking Elliot’s hand and pulling him off the counter before dragging him to the back. They went through the kitchen and into the pizza boxing room. The deity had a smirk on his face. He gently guided Elliot to sit on the table meant for boxing the pizzas, then he took a step back.
“I know you were frustrated earlier and it got me thinking…” Telamon started, gripping the edges of his robes. “I have a way to get your mind off of it, at least for a while…”
Telamon slowly removed his robe, the cloth falling to the floor. A blush started to appear on Elliot’s face, Tela stepping closer.
“Only if you want though—”
Telamon said quickly, looking away from the shorter man for a moment. Elliot released a breath, a giggle escaping him. “Nono it’s alright— I...” He spoke carefully, pausing at times to think it over. “I’ll give it a shot.”
Telamon nodded slowly, his wings twitching with anticipation. He crawled on top of Elliot, a smirk on his face as he tugged on Elli’s belt.
“Slow down..” Elliot spoke softly, pulling Telamon closer to him. He brought the deity into a kiss, gripping his hair. Telamon melted into the kiss, moving one of his hands to Elliot’s head and slowly petting him. He broke the kiss for a moment, admiring the pizza worker.
“Slow— right…” Telamon leaned in, leaving kisses on the shorter man’s neck. Elliot hummed in approval. Their make-out session continued, the room getting hotter by the second. Telamon’s hands wondered, feeling up the employee.
Soon enough, Elliot became desperate. Telamon’s gentle touches and kisses left him feeling hot and needy. Telamon pushed Elli down flat on the table, getting off of him. He stood up at the edge of the table, and pulled Elliot towards him, spreading his legs. Elliot’s legs were locked around Telamon’s waist; the deity leaned down and passionately kissed the pizza man. Elliot grinded against Telamon, earning a coo in return. Telamon placed his hands on Elliot’s hips, rubbing them gently as he broke the kiss. Elli gasped for air, his face flushed.
Telamon then undos Elliot’s belt, pulling his pants and boxers down. He was rubbing one of Telamon’s wings, the soft feathers soothing to him. His wings pulled in to give Elliot more access as he started removing his own clothes.
“You alright Elli?” Telamon asked, wanting confirmation before starting. “Mhm.” He laid back, staring at the ceiling. Elliot kept one hand on the deity’s wing, continuing to touch and pet it. He choked back a moan as Telamon’s fingers started rubbing his clit, his hips instinctively bucking against the other man. “Sorry—” He tried to apologize but Telamon shushed him, continuing his ministrations.
“ You’re so pretty… You know that, right? ”
Elliot huffed, acknowledging the remark. His face was extremely hot, the compliments just turning him on even more. Telamon gave him a quick peck, then pulled his fingers away. He mumbled something before pushing two fingers in, causing Elliot to shift and suck in a breath. “You’re doing so well…” He spoke, before pumping his fingers into him. Elliot would let out quiet moans, focusing more on calming his heavy breathing. Once he believed he was prepped enough, he pulled his fingers back out and wiped them on his side. Fully erect, Telamon aligned himself with Elliot; he held the employee’s hips tight.
Telamon slowly pushed in, occasionally rolling his hips into him. Elliot let out a shaky moan, his breathing becoming more unsteady. Telamon warmly smiled; “You’re doing so well love…” he pushed his entire length in. Elliot covered his eyes, embarrassed by how Tela’s words made him feel, the blush on his face deepening. Telamon traced the scars on his thigh with one hand, a concerned look flashed on his face for a moment before he brushed it off. He hums before beginning to roughly thrust into the employee, whines and stifled moans escaping the shorter man. “You’re amazing, Elliot.” The pace picked up, causing Elliot to squirm.
He was a mess, unable to think clearly. All he could focus on was the sensation of Telamon pounding into him—
“Tel– Tela—” He breathed erratically, sputtering out moans and unfinished words. The sudden change caught him off-guard, but was intoxicatingly sweet. Telamon would whisper words of encouragement and sing praises as he kept the harsh pace up. Elliot could feel himself coming undone, and in an effort to be quieter; he pulled Telamon into a sloppy kiss. Telamon greedily accepted, his tongue exploring the pizza worker’s mouth as he moaned and whined through his orgasm; Telamon’s thrusts slowing to simple rolls of his hips. He didn’t need to finish himself, and once Elliot’s shaking slowed he pulled out. Their lips parted ways, Elliot left gasping and taking a minute to regain his composure.
“Have you eaten today?” Telamon made small talk as he picked him up, cradling his wings around him. Elliot looked away, a guilty expression present on his face. “No… I didn’t have much time this morning—” Elliot sighed, knowing any excuse was lame. Telamon just shook his head, knowing he’ll make him food at his place. He sat back down on the same table, holding Elliot close to him, leaving kisses on his neck. Elliot practically purred, loving the affection.
They had just a bit more cleaning to do.