When Ryan came from the back room he was buttoning up his white shirt. Nick caught a glimpse of Ryan's chiseled chest through the see-through shirt Ryan wore. He winced at the sight. Ryan pretended not to notice but smiled again. "Go down, go down, go down." Nick whispered to himself, trying to make the bulge smaller. It worked, somewhat at least. Ryan was doing up the last button when a young man entered. The man knew exactly what he was getting and brought the condoms to the front counter. Ryan rung the condoms up. "That all?" He asked. "Uh no Ill take a carton of smokes." The man said looking Ryan over. "Top or bottom... shelf?" Ryan asked. The man smiled slightly. "Bottomshelf." Ryan grabbed the carton. "Good choice sir." He replied. The man gave them a twenty and said to split the change. Then he left. Nick handed Ryan the twnety. "I think this is for you." He said pointing at the numbers written on the old bill. Ryan looked at the bill and smiled. "Very coy." He smiled and handed it back to Nick. "He ain't my type. You can have him." Ryan said walking to the other end of the counter. "Me? Im not... well I wouldn't... no thanks." Nick stumbled over his words as Ryan bent over the counter to reach a Pepsi. "Oh well." Ryan stood up and saw Nick blush. Ryan slowly walked over to Nick with the pop in his hand. Nick swallowed hard. Ryan continued to walk closer until they're bodies were inches apart. Nick's body ached for Ryan to hold him. Ryan put his mouth next to Nick's ear and whispered. "What's up?" Nick had noticed the emphasis on up. Nick blushed again and shook his head. "Nothing." Ryan nodded and stepped back. Nick let out a breath of relief as Ryan turned around. that night was the hardest night Nick had ever worked with Ryan.

Nick didn't have to work the night shift at all the next week, so Ryan worked with Jason. Just before closing on Sunday afternoon Nick went into the back room to talk to Mr. Goshen. Mr. Goshen was a simple man. He knew what he liked and he almost always got it. If he were younger people would have called him a spoiled brat, not 'the stupid rich bastard', like they did now. "Um, Mr. Goshen sir?" Nick asked. The short man turned slowly in his chair. "What is it?" No one ever liked Mr. Goshen's manners but they would put up with him, because he was the boss, and he was loaded, no telling how much money you could leach from him when he was drunk; which was a normal occurrence. "Sir, I was wondering if you could put me back on the midnight shift again." Nick's voice was shaky. "How come?" Mr. Goshen asked. "Well sir you see Ryan is really hot, and last week I got to see him in his briefs" Nick thought to himself and a smile came to his face. "It would be easier for me. Because my sister has the car all day." was what he said out loud. Mr. Goshen sat silent for a moment and agreed to it. Nick was put to the midnight shift and for the first time he was happy about it.

The next week around eleven thirty Nick was getting ready for work. He had a shower and did his hair like he normally did before work. He put some cologne on and brushed his teeth. He made sure everything was in the right place and he rearranged his package. Nick was set, he had jerked-off thinking about Ryan all last week and now he would know Ryan's touch on his entire body. Just then the phone rang and Nick picked it up. "Hello?" he asked. "Hey Nick? It's Jason. Ryan just called here and said you'd be on your own until one. Is that alright, cause I can stay with you if you want." Jason explained. Nick frowned at first then replied. "No it's alright you don't have to stay I'll be fine. Thanks. I'll be there in twenty minutes or so." "Okay, see you then." "Yep." Nick hung up and a smile crossed his face. the fantasy will become reality. Nick was hoping.

Nick showed up at work and he watched Jason get changed as usual making small talk and trying not to stare.