mike 🌟

The day seemed to pass slower than usual. Schlatt couldn’t help but check the clock every five minutes, counting down the time until he could leave just to be back at your apartment for your date later that night. He was lost in his own head, smiling while thinking about you running around and picking a cute outfit and tripping over your cat's toys.

During a slow hour he’d check his phone, waiting to see if you’ve woken up yet, only to sigh in disappointment when he does see your name in the list of texts he has silenced.

It wasn’t until he was back in the office, looking over excel sheets of the inventory that he saw his phone light up.

Greeted with a picture of you, sleepy, with your cat tucked under you.

He smiled a bit, hearting the image before replying.

‘Two pretty ladies, how’d you sleep?’

The 3 dots popped up instantly, making him chuckle.

‘i slept okay, woke up because this diva was yelling in my face.’

He awes at that, typing back a response.

‘Cuz you’re starving her’

You laughed at that message, sending back a stream of sad and angry emojis, making him laugh as well.

‘nuh uh, she’s a bitch.’

‘Why would you say that about her.’

‘u don’t know her like I do.’

‘I will soon enough’

‘good, then you’ll see i’m not lying 🤬🤬🤬🤬’

Schlatt shook his head with a low chuckle, disliking your message before typing out,

‘Need to be against you soon, you were so warm this morning I almost went right back to bed.’

A pretty bold statement, one would say, which made him anxious that you weren’t replying fast enough.

The three dots popping up and disappearing and popping up and disappearing again.

He’s about to turn off his phone until he sees your message again,

‘yea it feels lonely without you next to me, we should have another sleepover soon’

Schlatt groaned at that, running a hand through his hair as he replied,

‘Maybe after dinner tonight’

‘fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 i’m gonna buy out the whole restaurant’

‘With what money?’

‘yours. the fuck.’

His eyes roll, ‘Just be ready when I get there 😒’

‘Okay 😛😛😛’

You screamed into your pillow, tossing your phone, Brooke laying next to you snacking on Cheez-Itz.

“I told you being bold wasn’t gonna kill you.”

“I feel like a whore”

“You are.”

“Oh my gosh??”

You shove her face with a huff, sitting up and swinging your legs off the side of your bed, yelping as she slaps your back in retaliation.

“You’re laying in the spot where he ate me out.”

“Eugh.” She mutters, getting up and sitting on the floor instead. “Im gonna kill myself later because of that.”

The day dragged on, 8 o’clock was still 5 hours away and you had no clue what to do to pass the time.

Schlatt became busy at work again, sending you a picture of all the tickets in the window so you couldn’t bother him. Brooke left for work, your cat was asleep, it felt like the universe was punishing you!

By 4 you decided to just start getting ready, blasting music in your bathroom as you sat on a chair you dragged in from the kitchen. By then your cat had woken up and decided to keep you company, hopping onto the counter and staring as you primed your face, eventually crawling into your lap for moral support.

Then it hit you.

You’re going on a date with your boss.

Even with Brooke and Charlie’s reassurance you were still stressed about it not going well, as if Schlatt didn’t eat you out the night before or spend the night.

A shaken sigh escaped your lips as you tried to focus, shaking your head and blending out your concealer as the music continued to play.

The music was no help either it seemed, making you grunt as you leaned over to grab your phone off the counter.

“Love you Ethel but I don’t wanna hear about you being pimped out right now.” You murmur, switching to a podcast instead, seeing a new episode was uploaded.

You spent about an hour listening music before you got his text,

‘Got Charlie to close the morning for me, coming now’

Oh fuck.

He sent that 5 minutes ago. The store is 10 minutes away.

FUCK

Doorbell.

Did he fucking speed here? How the fuck is he here so quick, your concealer wasn’t even blended in yet!

You side stepped as you opened the door, turning your head so he couldn’t see you.

“Hey.” “Hi.”

…

“Can I come in?” He chuckles as he speaks, trying to peep around the edge of the door to get a good look at you.

“Yes but let me go back to my bathroom first- DONT look at me.”

“Okay??” He laughs again, watching you take off in a sprint and slamming your bathroom door.

He shakes his head with a smile, walking towards your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Pspspsp here kitty”

mrow

“Hi baby- ohhh”

He groaned, picking up Missy, cradling her in his arms. “You’re fat.” he cooed “Chunky girl..”

“Don’t say that to her!” You scolded, arms crossed with your clutch in hand.

His head whips up, “Sorry sorry..” he recoiled, hands up in defense. God you looked gorgeous.

“Thank you..” You murmured, making him chuckle.

“You’re welcome…” He nods, not realizing he had said the second half aloud. He stood up, setting Missy in her cat tree to which she protested loudly, swatting at him to come back.

But he needed his hands on you, resting his big hands on your hips, pulling you closer.

“Ready to get outta here?” His voice was low, hands feeling the dip in your waist, his fingers barely lifting the hem of your shirt to feel your skin. You nod, heart pounding as you looked up at him and whispered a “Yes”

He groaned, his face in your neck as he whined about how he might throw up from anxiety, making you laugh loudly.

“Your face was between my legs last night but you can’t take me to dinner?”

“That’s different!” “Oh okay”

You got control of the music on the ride over after complaining about his old man taste, rolling your eyes when he said he was an ‘old soul’.

“We are only 3 years apart.”

“Coulda fooled my ass”

The two of you shared a laugh before falling back into a comfortable silence, your eyes staring out the window watching the people pass.

“Alright we’re gonna park here and walk a little bit, it’s just the diner up there.” He points.

You side eye each other the minute ‘diner’ left his lips.

…

“DONT even start.” He puts his hand up in defense.

“A diner” you mock, rolling your eyes playfully as you gather your things

“It’s actually a nice spot, me and my mom would come here when I was little.”

He grunts out matter of factly, opening his door and heading over to your side. His Mom? You hadn’t spoken much about his mother but you knew a brief amount from your coworkers. You knew she was sick and that she used to run Chops alongside Schlatt and his father but that’s the extent of it. You didn’t know if you should press him on the subject or to let it come out on his own time but-

“Helllooooo, can anyone hear me in there?”

Schlatt asked, tapping your forehead, getting your attention. “Oh I’m so sorry! I was thinking!”

You apologize, taking his hand to step out while he chuckles hard enough that his shoulders shake.

“I didn’t know you could do that”

“That was uncalled for.”

Your arms link on the walk to the diner, a bell chiming as you step inside and a sweet older woman greeting you both, inviting y'all to sit wherever you’d like.

Schlatt and the older woman shared a warm look that you didn’t notice as he guided you to a corner booth near the juke box.

“This isn’t helping my case I know but like I said I’ve been coming here since I was a tyke and their pancakes are really good.”

“Since I wassuh tyke” you mocked his accent

“We gonna keep doing this all night or you gonna run this to the ground”

“That one”

He sighed and dropped his head while you laughed, thanking the older woman as she brought you both a cup of water, pulling her server book out of her apron.

“I knew I recognized you, how are you sweetheart?” She teased, stepping back as Schlatt stood up and gave her a hug. “And what is going on with this?”

Her finger circled the air near his mutton chops, his brows furrowing as he touched his cheek. “What? Not rockin with the chops Miss Mae?” “It’s something that’s for sure..”

You all shared a laugh, Schlatt’s arm wrapping around the older woman’s shoulders. “Mae’s been my server ever since I was young, watched me grow up.” He explained. You nodded, “So nice to meet you miss Mae”

Mae took your hand and squeezed it, “Just Mae is fine beautiful! I’m already old, don’t gotta remind me.”

You all laughed again, Schlatt sitting back down to order, suggesting the french toast for you both to share to which Mae had already rang in when he sat down, walking off to get you both a drink.

Your eyes quickly panned around the restaurant, taking in the scenery. Multiple polaroids on various different colored pin boards, drawings obviously done by children, teal colored stools and booths and pink and white tile with hints of glitter, an actual juke box and not the ones you could tap to pay to play current hits like the ones in applebees or the shitty dive bar you and your friends frequent for karaoke.

It wasn’t until you went to talk to Schlatt again did you notice the pin board right next to your booth. You gasp, pointing, “No way is that-“

“Yeah that’s me, don’t make fun” He mutters as you stare at the picture of him eating a big pancake, cheesing hard as his mother wiped his cheek of the syrup he had all over him.

You couldn’t help but coo, poking out your bottom lip and looking at him.

“Why would I make fun? You look so cute!”

He rolls his eyes, thanking Mae as she drops off the food, cutting it up while you’re distracted.

“Yea well, I ended up getting sick from eating too much after, don’t tell Mae.”

You zipped your lips, looking back at him and seeing what he had done, thanking him softly before taking a bite, your eyes rolling at how good they were. “Jesus, this is good. Can’t tell if it’s just that good or if it’s cause’ I haven’t eaten all day.”

His brows furrow,

“All day? It’s 7 o’clock.” His expression gruff while his jaw shifts as he chews.

You shrug it off, leaning over to wipe his face, “I’ve had some snacks but, I knew we were eating tonight and wanted to save room.”

“Too much fuckin room, you’re not even gonna eat all of it, that’s not how it works dumb ass.” he points his fork at you in a mockingly threatening way

“What’s your beef? I’m like halfway done!” You argue, throwing your straw wrapper you had balled up at him making him cower and throw it back.

“Yeah whatever, needa start eatin more than once a day, ain’t good for ya.”

He continues, sipping his drink. “Shrinks your stomach or somethin, I dunno.”

You sigh, “Whatever you say mayo clinic.”

“M’serious! Just call me, I'll make you somethin.”

A teasing smile paints your lips, staring into his eyes with the fork pointed at him, “Yea? Like what?”

He smiles back with a shrug, “Whatever you want.”

You laugh, dropping the fork onto the now clear plate, “Planning a second date on the first one?”

“Was I? I thought I was just trying to make sure you don’t fall over and die.” “Right, isn’t that what I said?”

He shakes his head with a grin, grabbing his napkin to wipe his hands as he looks at you.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say.”

He smiled, watching you as you give him a teasing shrug, staring off into the distance as if you had no care in the world.

His head shook at your attitude, keeping his eye contact whenever you’d briefly looked at him, knowing it made you nervous the longer he didn’t speak.

“What!” You whine, dropping your hands in defeat.

“Nothing!” He chuckled, his hand stroking his chops.

“Just thinking.”

Your eyebrow raises, “About what?”

Schlatt signals for you to lean in closer, whispering in your ear as he laced your fingers together.

“How good you tasted..”

Your breath hitched, shoving him with a huff as you looked away embarrassed while he cackled and tugged at your hand.

“Don’t say that!

“What? Not what you wanted to hear?”

“Not with a picture of baby you and I'm assuming your mom is looking at me..”

“Maybe you’re right, sorry ma” He apologized to the photo, stroking the picture next to you with fond eyes.

But it was your bashfulness that made him chuckle, kissing your knuckles and rubbing over them with his thumb. “M’just sayin though,”

His voice is lower, now hyper focused on your hand in his,

“I really enjoyed it- enjoyed being with you last night I mean..”

He sighs,

“I like you, and I wanna keep taking you out and getting to know you. If you want that, that is.”

A soft smile graces your lips as you whisper,, “I do want that.” finger tracing over the back of his hand.

A noise leaves his throat as you both sit in a comfortable silence, feeling a tingle run up his arm while your finger traces his hand.

“I’m comin over there.” He mutters, standing up to sit on your side of the booth, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, craving the feel of you.

“You’re really warm” You mumble as your head rests on his shoulder.

He grunts, squeezing your arm a bit

“Yeah I run hot, dunno why I keep wearing these fuckin long sleeves.” He mumbled, taking another sip of water while you watched his every move.

You let out a small giggle, eyes drawn to his now wet lips.

“Well it’s comforting.”

He meets your stare, catching you staring at his lips, causing the corner of them to curl up in a sly grin.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothin..”

He snickers as he shakes his head, “Cmere”

His palm cups the back of your head, turning his own slightly to press his lips to yours.

It was slow and sweet, hearing the quiet smacks from your lips in your ears as you kiss, a content hum escaping as you pull away.

“That all you needed?” his voice was low

You tap your chin, pretending to think.

“One more?” You tease, pulling him back in for more to which he chuckled and folded immediately.

After a few more kisses, he pulled apart with reddening cheeks, suddenly self aware of the public setting

Mae strolled back over, pretending she didn’t witness the makeout sess while placing the ticket on the table with a hand on her hip.

You nudge schlatt to stand so you could go to the bathroom and once you’re out of sight, Mae turns to him

“She’s pretty,, I’ve never seen you bring others so I really have no one to compare her to.”

Schlatt rolls his eyes, sitting back down

“I like her too. Maybe you’ll see her more often.”

Mae looks towards the bathroom with a soft smile,

“I hope so, your mama woulda loved her.”

Schlatt smile falters slightly, staring down at his cup and stirring the straw around absentmindedly, his voice softer as he thinks about his mother.

“Yeah she would’ve.” He clears his throat, shaking his head with a half hearted chuckle

“How is she?” Mae asked quietly, rubbing his shoulder.

Schlatt cleared his throat, “From what dad says it’s hard for her to stay awake most days. Skinnier.”

He shakes his head as his voice cracks, Mae putting up a finger signaling him to stop as he starts to get upset.

“Hey, It’s okay, don’t talk about anything you can’t handle.” She looks around, nodding towards the bathroom. “Does she know?”

He sniffs, “Haven’t gotten that far yet.” He wipes his face quickly as he sees you walking from the bathroom, “But we’ll get there,” he nods, “Hopefully.”

Back at your apartment, Schlatt held you close under your covers, his large palm rubbing your back soothingly as your legs tangled together, your lips pressing soft kisses against his neck as he laid with his eyes shut.

You were completely naked beside him, exactly where you wanted to be while he buried his nose in the crown of your head.

“My turn..” He mutters, sliding down to press kisses into the right side of your neck.

“Two days in a row, I don’t even know who I am anymore..” You joke. He smacks his teeth, pinching your side making you yelp.

“M’just that good huh?” he spoke into your neck

“After that? Fuck no, get out of my bed actually.”

He laughs, whining and pulling you into another kiss. His eyes close, letting out a deep sigh as he pulls apart, squeezing you tight.

It’s quiet for a bit, you press your ear on his chest listening to his heart pump faster.

It was honestly concerning, his heart beat so loud you could hear it even when you pulled away from him to sit up.

“Are you having a heart attack?”

He shakes his head quickly, eyes slightly widening before narrowing at you.

“It’ll calm down soon enough.” He murmurs, looking away as his face reddens.

You sit up on his chest with a coy, “Oh? What’s this?”

You touch his chest, “Fast heart beat.” Then his forehead, “Warm head, can’t hold eye contact-“

You gasp dramatically.

“You want me sooo bad.”

“Now you’re the mayo clinic.”

He grumbles, still not looking at you as you tease him, a groan of agony escaping him.

“Aww, you like me near you? That’s so cute.”

“What the fuck ever, get offa me! Put some damn clothes on, I want ice cream”

He grumbles, side eyeing you as you slipped on your underwear and a shirt. “So demanding. You’re getting too comfortable.”

He tsks, “Damn right I am, don’t know what I was doing before sleeping in this bed.”

“Probably suffering”

“You need your ass whooped.” He gripes, smacking it as you walk down the hall causing you to whine.

“Owwwuuh!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

He grabbed two bowls out the dishwasher while you pulled out the gallon of buttered pecan ice cream out the freezer.

“BUTTERED PECAN?? But I’m old.”

“That has to be a microaggression."

He grunts as he playfully pushes you, cackling when you dramatically fall to the floor in protest.

You lay there lifeless as he scoops out a hefty amount, deciding to forgo the other bowl when he realizes how much he put into the first one, throwing two spoons in.

He looks down at you on the ground,

“Are we eating in bed or in the living room?”

“Leave me here to die, you hate me”

“Oh my godddd” He griped, grabbing your leg with one hand and hauling you down the hall, stifling a chuckle when you bump your head on the raised floorboard.

“Oh watch your head”

“Fuck you!” “You’re in recovery right now or else I would”

You whine and rub your head as you stand up, getting in bed with a pout, yanking a spoon out the bowl as you start to dig into the ice cream, trying to keep the scowl on your face as you shove him only to laugh whenever he flops on his side.

The two of you took turns giving each other bites until you eventually spoke up,

“Can I ask you something that might make you uncomfortable?”

His eyebrow raises, nodding as he set the bowl on the bedside table, “Go ahead”

You took his cold hands into yours, holding them in your lap. “Your mom got brought up a couple times today and from what I've briefly heard-“

“What’ve you heard.”

You look up at him, blinking at his forlorn eyes, making you wanna cradle him.

“That she was sick…and that she used to work at Chops..that’s all I know.”

He grunts, sighing and looking away for a second or two with closed eyes before exhaling.

“She wanted that restaurant her whole life,” he starts, his eyes stuck on your lap unable to find your eyes as he explains.

“Ever since I was little my mom loved to cook. She would take me to all these different restaurants to try new foods and she’d try to replicate them at home for dinner. My grandma also had a bunch of recipes in this old box my mom would let me pick through for dinner every day. One day when I was in high school she and I went to Mae’s after I’d gotten home and she told me that her and my dad had found a spot to finally open a restaurant.”

He clears his throat, looking up to see if you were still listening, which you were, paying full attention as you nodded for him to continue. He gives you a sad grin, “It was slow at first yknow, the menu was experimental, never the same if you came in a week later until she found her groove. Named it ‘Chops’ cause’ it was what I called pork chops as a kid. ‘Ma I want the chops tonight’ or some bullshit.”

“Oh you weren’t born with those? That’s not what the logo suggests”

You both laughed, letting him pull you closer. “It was smooth sailing afterwards, I started as a busser, she was a cook and a manager along with my dad. N’then outta nowhere she just-“

Schlatt looked off into the dark corner of your room as his voice trailed off, making you cup his cheek, a small gesture that whispered for him to come back to you.

His head shook, “She just passed out. Thought it was from the heat from the kitchen until she barely started getting outta bed. She was sick but doctors didn’t know what, still don’t.”

His eyes noticed your concerned gaze, “Don’t worry…she ain’t dead or anything she’s just not herself anymore.”

He didn’t realize tears were coming out his eyes until you wiped them away, making his eyes squint shut.

“Stop that,” You whisper, cupping his face, “You can cry m’just cleaning you up..”

He shook his head again, “No, no it’s fine. That’s basically it. Basic sob story that I haven’t fully processed.”

“Any normal person with the concept of human emotions wouldn’t be ‘over’ this.”. You cut in, eyes looking over his solemn features.

“…thank you for telling me” you whisper, sitting up in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck while he holds onto your hips.

“Thank you for listening” He murmurs, kissing your lips briefly before holding onto you tighter.

Your noses bump together a bit as you lean back in for more, the kiss slow and intimate as he slowly leaned you down onto the mattress, hovering above you.

His lips left yours to travel down to the left side of your neck now, his hands under your shirt feeling your plump midriff.

“You feel so good..” He hums, voice rough as he nips your skin, a soft noise coming out your mouth as made himself comfortable between your legs.

He looks up at you through his lashes as he pushes your shirt up further.

“You watched me cry, do you feel bad enough for me to let me eat you out until I feel better?” He asks with a wicked grin

Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a loud laugh, "You're terrible! And! I would've let you even if you didn’t cry, but yes, if it’ll make you feel better go ahead.”

“There really is a God out there.” He groaned, licking the soft cotton material of your underwear that kept you hidden from him, the tip of his tongue teasing you through the material.

A weak noise left your mouth, “Don’t tease me, I'm doing you a favor..” you whimper.

“You’re right, m’sorry baby..”

He pulled your panties to the side, laying his tongue flat against the soft wet flesh making your hips jerk, only for him to hold them back down so you couldn’t run.

“Stay still for me as much as you can okay?” He murmured as he kissed your slick folds, rubbing your outer thigh as he rests his cheek against your inner thigh, looking up at you, admiring your slightly agape lips and the way your tits went to the side as you laid on your back.

In another life he was born with 4 arms and as many mouths he could sprout just to lick and touch you everywhere at once, he thought, licking another stripe up your pussy.

“M’really sad…” he starts, teasing your clit with his thumb, “and Imma need as muuuch help that you can give me.”

His eyes are stuck on your face, watching it scrunch as he pressed down harder.

“Let me stay the night, hm? Might be down here for a while.”

A whine escapes you again as you nod,

“You’re perfect,” He whispers against your heat, "Squeeze me tight, just like I told you”