close up shop

It was late. Toby had just gotten home from work at the studio, and since he didn't feel like putting in time on any of his schemes or hobbies, he was going to open Smoke and Mirrors for the night.

After eating his usual microwave dinner up in his apartment, he changed out of his regular LuxTV outfit, putting on something a little nicer, neater, and light eye makeup. Back downstairs, he checked on stock, cleaned a bit, and set up a new display for a recently finished costume project. Then, lastly, he unlocked his door and turned on the bright, shining lights. It gave him the same childish rush of joy in his chest as always.

A little after opening, the bell at the door jingled. Toby checked the security feed on his phone, and had to do a double take, furrowing his brow. Cecil? What the fuck was he doing here? Toby hadn't even thought the man was aware his store existed, much less would take any interest in visiting. Seeing him here, in his territory rather than the other way around like usual, was jarring. It took him off guard enough for him to not come to the most ridiculously obvious conclusion as to why Cecil was visiting.

Toby put his phone down on the counter when approached, eyeing the other oddly. "Hello, Cecil…" He looked distractedly from side to side as though he expected a surprise camera crew, and this was a weird 'gotcha!' prank. He cleared his throat. "Welcome to Smoke and Mirrors, please let me know if I can help you with anything."

He shook his head and made proper eye contact with him. "Thank you very much," he said, quieter, with a nod. He wasn't sold on the sincerity of that compliment, but he made a habit of being unflinchingly gracious towards praise in this area. "It isn't, no. We have plenty of nocturnal types in the city, and I've got both more regular customers and curious types that know to peek in at this time of day."

As though to prove his point, the bell jingled again. Toby looked at his phone, then showed Cecil. It was a group of teen girls. "I've seen a couple of these kids before, bringing their friends now, seems like. Probably want to buy new makeup, and I just had some stuff imported in." He stretched. Could be a long night.

He tilted his head at Cecil while he leaned on the counter. "So, ah… what can I do for you?" It hadn't hit him quite yet. Probably because he was in a different mode, and really, he hadn't imagined Cecil going out of his way to interact with him outside their mutual work as being a possibility.

Toby was relieved when the girls swarmed around Cecil. That had been getting awkward, and he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to have done about it. Usually, it'd be making it a more purposeful awkward, asking a creepy question, invading personal space, but he wasn't exactly prepared for it. He didn't want Cecil to leave, now that he was there, though. He was about to speak up and say so, before there was an ambush of giggling and hype.

He sat back and watched Cecil deal with the fanfare, graceful on the outside, inwardly screaming, because there that smile was. Amusement and entertainment radiated. He was going to find and save those selfies later, after they were spammed all over social media, to hoard and be nostalgic over.

Cecil saved himself pretty skillfully, an impressive actor (along with being aware of the relevant terms and wordings to throw around), and redirected the attention to Toby. He took to this with an enthusiasm, getting things out for them to look over- including some demo makeup- and offering professional tips. He made excitable nerdy small talk about Royals, and told them that getting to work up close and personal with the cast and show was an absolute delight, the dream.

Then, when it seemed they were going to browse and safely play around on their own for a while, he slipped away. He was good at that. He snagged Cecil by the arm and pulled him off, into a darker, more private corner of the shop.

He stood on the very tips of his toes to give the man a kiss, cupping his face afterwards and staring up at him. "I know you just did that for a chance to escape, but thank you. Those girls are really happy, and you advertised for my business."

He breathed out slowly. "I'll pay you back, okay? Right now, and more later." That was about all the warning he gave before sinking down to his knees, one hand on Cecil's hip, the other undoing his pants. He nuzzled the man's cock fondly, face warming, then took no time at all to get the wet heat of his mouth around it.

Toby felt like he was younger again, a similar rush of scandal and adoration bursting through him, electric and addicting. Ah, god, that voice, those words. He couldn't speak when he had his face stuffed like this, but he hummed approvingly, heat squirming in his stomach at the idea. He'd swallow, but still have the taste and feeling of it lingering in his mouth. They could be doing so much worse, too-- this was nothing. If Cecil wanted worse, he'd oblige without a second thought.

He gave a choked moan when he was used more deliberately to get off, those fingers tightly in his hair. It'd been a softer hold, before, a kinder voice, but all the same risk, corrupted affection. Left him starry eyed. He swallowed greedily around Cecil's cock as he came, which would most definitely feel pleasant for the other man, and was weak kneed when Cecil pulled him up to his feet.

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He had a strong, solid record for falling in love at the most inappropriate of times, which was only continuing. Even when they had company and Cecil was making up a fake conversation to continue, Toby stared off at one of the many mirrors in the store, instead of making eye contact with anyone.

He looked at his more reddened, sensitive lips, the overall dazed appearance. Somehow innocent, resembling a naively besotted maiden, but touched in all the wrong and right ways, unable to go back to or imitate true purity. He was no angel, features or not. Her spitting image, once again. Blond, red, debauched. He wanted that to keep happening.

He was an oddity even in his store, despite being more polite, and his zoning out didn't receive much suspicion. He turned to the teenager and smiled. "Sorry. Idea for a new design just hit me, and I'm quite infatuated with it. Are you girls ready to check out?" He clapped his hands together. "I'll help you!"

As soon as she turned around, expecting him to follow after, he let his fingers briefly dance across Cecil's chest as he passed by. "Don't leave," he told him quietly, like he'd meant to before, smile turning conspiratorial. "Stay." He could make his night, and the trip there, worthwhile.

Toby finished up with getting the customers taken care of, waving goodbye along with Cecil and giving them a peppy "Come again soon!" They'd made some fantastic choices with their makeup, which delighted him-- not that he'd let anyone in his store get away with truly terrible matches. He tilted his head to the visiting star again, who seemed to be radiating good mood, and was now approaching him. The anticipation was electric.

He gasped softly once Cecil's hands were all over him, biting his lip and pressing back against the man. He could tell where Cecil's eyes were going, and followed it, glancing in the direction of the front door, then his phone on the counter for the security feed, seeing it wasn't fully visible from where they were. They were obscured by shimmering fabric, though certainly not fully and safely hidden away. "God," Toby breathed, smiling. That'd really been taken to heart, huh. They had a special catchphrase. How endearing.

Toby sighed happily as he was pushed down and touched further, enjoying having Cecil so close and snug with him, face gently flushed. He rested his cheek on cool glass, hips twitching, wanting more. He was about to have more, eyes lighting up, not currently minding his non-ruffled, clean look being utterly screwed up. Feeling quite enthusiastic about it, really.

"Oh? Oh," Toby mumbled, a bit lightheaded. Cecil… Cecil was an arrogant bastard that took what he pleased, and Toby let him, loved it as much as he hated it. Doing this to him in his own store, when he was trying to do his fucking job, the one he'd made an effort to secure and was so personal to him. Fuck. Asshole.

He cried out when he was inside him. It stung a little, but felt way too fucking good to be full, so Toby wasn't going to complain (well, he might complain about the condom later, that was a disappointment). Once they got into it, however, it was different. Toby melted, though the nerves at- if you could call them that, seeing he had no true sense of discomfort towards participating in inappropriate actions-- and awareness of being possibly caught were still strong in his mind. He kept his eyes half on his phone, when they weren't fluttering shut. He also reached down to touch himself, but had a feeling Cecil planned more on drawing this out until the riskiest of moments.

"Ah, if-- if you were still interested in my struggling a bit, we can take this to the back later…" Toby slurred out. Then, quieter, "If you got any blood on the stuff in the main store, I think I'd have to murder you." Despite that casual threat, Toby was giving off nothing but very positive, if vaguely weird, vibes.

Toby gave half choked, soft little gasps as he was fucked on the counter in his own store's business hours. Christ, he was a bit of a whore, wasn't he? Not even in how many people he'd been with, and how much he liked to get fucked, but the way it happened. Filthy. He wouldn't mind if they were caught, if someone saw him being treated like this and still reacting with nothing but a string of compliant, willing 'please and thank you's in response. It was a good show, wasn't it, of attractive degradation? He was pretty, and good, and fuckable, and that was all that mattered right then.

Not to mention Cecil was the one doing this to him, and Toby was growing rather attached. He breathed roughly as his heart hammered in his chest and body burned up. He wiped drool from his lip with an unsteady hand, jacking himself off with the other more desperately now, bell in his ears and thrill making him want to jolt. He'd quickly forgotten to keep looking at his phone, so it hit him even harder. Bad, socially unacceptable, all levels of inappropriate. He grinned for a moment, giddy, before fingers were stuck in his mouth, which he promptly sucked on and muffled his moans around.

He came in his hand, while Cecil did in a stupid condom. He licked the cum off after being pulled up, nodding absently to Cecil's request while unable to coherently mumble anything back. He did smile in return, though, something shyly delighted and hopeful.

He made some weak attempts to make his hair and clothes look neat again, welcoming customers with rosy cheeks and that same smile stuck on his face. It was unfading the whole time he helped them, even when he got flustered and tried to scrub it away with his, still shaking, hands. Something good happen to you, Mr. York? You're glowing! they said, and he just smiled brighter.

Cecil had told him not to close up shop before, but they'd had their little daring sexual escapade, and had plenty of time and opportunities to do it again, so Toby figured he could do so for now. He just felt like paying attention to Cecil, after that. He turned off his lights and locked the door with a skip in his step, then ducked into the much darker back space. Storage, then his workroom off that, and the stairs up to his apartment. There were decorations and unopened boxes here, along with certain seasonal things stuffed away, and a few more random odd items. But he wasn't here to peer at that stuff.

Toby sought out Cecil in the dark, bubbly and giggly and standing on his tip toes to kiss him. He cupped the man's face and nuzzled him aggressively. "Where do you want me next?" he asked, heart eyed and wobbly kneed. "Against the wall, the floor, anywhere and everywhere? You can fuck me until I pass out, and hell, even after that, I don't mind!"