Chapter 3: Citrus

“Do you know what this is?” Vince asked reveling a sharpie clutched tightly in his hand. Zack had to keep himself from laughing. Of course he knew what that was. He had used it only an hour ago thanks to his friend Semi. He felt almost bad for doodling all over Vince’s photo however you could say, as Zack doodled horns on Vince’s photo, that Vince did make a very hot looking devil. If you pardoned the pun.

“Yes, that is a ten times larger then life replica of your penis?”

“Oh…” he pretended to quiver as he laughed at Zack’s joke however he could see a smile behind his words almost telling him ‘wouldn’t you like to know’…That fact scared him a tiny bit. “That’s hilarious, I realize you don’t care about your job but I do.”

Zack bit his lips trying to stif the laugh that was going to surface. However he couldn’t. “And I want to thank you for caring about my job, really.”

“My job Jerk-off. And it’s funny really…”

However for the most part Zack wasn’t listing as Vince went off into his little monolog about how he worked so hard to get to the top. Zack was lost in Vince. The way his lips moved at he formed every word. How he almost wanted to reach out and touch those soft pink moving objects and wonder if they were really as soft as they seemed to be. Zack almost wondered if they tasted like citrus from all those Sobe’s he drank.

“Yeah lowest of the low!” came Jorge’s voice and he turned to the little man next to Vince. He almost wondered why Vince kept him around. Zack was the box boy for everyone else, so why couldn’t he…

“Aren’t you a box boy too?”

“Oh yeah, but he’s my box boy.”

Those words, no rather that word. My. For some reason, it left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. However he was sure it didn’t show as he bantered on with the two men before him.

“I’m his box boy.”

“Your love for him concern and confuses me.”

For a second Vince’s face almost true angry, he reached forward and poked him in the check to emphasize his point Vince’s finger pocked Zack roughly in the chest. The physical contact sending a spark though Zack’s body and for a second he wondered if Vince felt it too. If he had however he found a good way of hiding it.

“You listing to me jerk-off and you listen well…”

However whatever was to happen at that moment was again taking away from the two as Jorge voice rung out. “Chill boss it’s Glenn.”

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They were all there. Every employee that graced the building of the Super Club now standing huddled together already knowing what this meeting was going to be about. For the last 16 months they have had once of these. Vince becoming employee of the month was nothing new to anyone and now even these lack luster meetings were starting to become such a bore that if Zack wasn’t getting paid to be here…he wouldn’t.

Though half of the meeting Zack wasn’t paying attention. Hell he really didn’t care.

“Lastly, we’ll have a new cashier joining the team tomorrow. Her name is…

“Amy Renfore.”

“Amy…So please make her feel welcome. Yeah, let’s give her a warm Super Club welcome. Super Club!”

“Super Club!” called Vince and started to applaud causing everyone else to reluctantly join in.

“Thank you Vince.”

What happened next caught Zack’s eye and he almost felt that same fleeting feeling as before when Vince poke him in the chest. Vince turned to Glenn Gary and winked at him. Sure it was just a wink, but...as no one else in the room noticed, the look of shock wasn’t only evident on his face but on Dirk’s as well.

When the crowd started to dissipate Dirk calling to all of them about the soft ball game against Maxi-Mart, however Zack’s attention was else where, he noticed that Vince taking off towards the locker room by himself, Jorge had gotten caught up by Glenn Gary to carry the large Employee of the Month for October away, and Zack new it was his only chance.

Denying his friends invitations for beers he took off after Vince. Zack found him a couple of minutes later up against his locker searching though his stuff, being the only two in the locker room gave Zack a minute alone to be with his thoughts, why did he car that he watched Vince wink at Glenn why the hell had he been watching Vince, he had been making fun of the man only moment before and then without realizing it his eyes had returned to the man.

The sound of a shutting locker caught his attention and he looked up noticing that Vince was standing there, well rather leaning against the locker. “Following me now box boy?”

Zack turned away for a second trying to collect his thoughts and then turned back again however, this time he noticed Vince had moved forward slightly. Zack took a step back and ran into the glass that separated the hallway from the locker room.

“You’d just better stay out of my way, because nothing is going to keep me from that car and…”

He didn’t know how it happened, or why it happened, but it happened, in that split second that they had been in that close of a proximity their lips had connected and now neither of them could say much of anything.

However when he felt Vince’s hands come to rest on his shoulder he was swiftly pushed back his head coming into contact with the glass and he groaned slightly. Their breathing was uneven and almost raspy; however he couldn’t stop staring the man before him in the eyes.

“You, tell anyone that happened.” He held a threading finger out to him however he noticed that Glenn and Dirk were there, they must had not seem what happened however they had a questionable look upon their fact to what was going on now.

“Everything’s fine,” called Vince pushing away from Zack causing Zack to slump to the floor. Glenn and Dirk gave Vince a look however they walked away. Vince however turned back to Zack who was sitting slouched on the floor now; he held out his hand and offered to help him up.

Hesitating a moment he reached out grasping his hand and helped him up. There was a moment when neither person said anything and then Vince turned and left the room. Zack however stood there leaning against the glass. His breathing still heavy, however a smile broke out his face as he licked his lips.

Citrus, just as he figured.