Marly's Restaurant

Seifer eventually made his way back to Hayner’s table after waiting on his other tables, several sets of eyes following him.
“This feels suspiciously empty,” the waiter stated as he picked up the leather check book, cocking an eyebrow.
Hayner avoided his gaze and mumbled,
“Y-yeah…about that…”
Feeling the awkward silence that ensued, the seated blonde continued,
“I don’t have enough.”
A wicked grin crossed Seifer’s lips before he said coldly,
“Well, that’s too bad.”
“Can’t I go get munny from Pence and Olette?” Hayner offered.
“How do I know you’ll come back?” the waiter remarked rudely.
“Can’t you pay it and I’ll give you the munny later?” the younger male asked.
“I’m not your charity,” Seifer stated.
“I said I’ll pay you back!” Hayner exclaimed defensively.
The waiter was silent for a moment in mock thought before responding,
“Fine.”
The seated blonde, not knowing exactly know how to respond to Seifer’s agreement, remained silent.
“And I’m taking you home after my shift,” the waiter continued, placing a hand on his hip.
“When is that?” Hayner asked hesitantly, eyes growing wide.
“About an hour,” Seifer answered straightforwardly, turning to leave.
“Wait!” the younger male said a bit too loudly as the other started to walk away, “Where am I supposed to stay?”
“I’ll take you to the back,” the waiter stated, motioning with his hand for Hayner to stand up, which he did.
Seifer lead the younger male to a backroom past the kitchen, earning several catcalls from the other patrons as they passed.
The older man lead Hayner through a door and into a room filled with dress racks and floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
“Wait here,” Seifer commanded, pointing to a nearby chair.
The shorter blonde obeyed, sitting down on the plushy armchair and folding his arms in his lap.
“I’ll be back time from time to check on you,” the waiter said, standing right in front of the other male.
Hayner couldn’t keep his eyes off of Seifer’s slim attire as the older blonde stood dangerously close, within arm’s reach.
“I wouldn’t leave, if that’s what you’re implying,” the shorter man stated almost angrily.
“I know you wouldn’t,” Seifer responded, snarling.
“Then why would you need to check on me?” Hayner asked, feeling suspicious and a scowl began to form.
“To make sure you’re not having too good of a time,” the waiter growled.
“Why?”
In response, Seifer leaned down, his gloved hands on Hayner’s knees, and planted a kiss on him.
Caught completely off guard, the younger blonde gasped into the kiss, allowing Seifer to push his tongue past Hayner’s lips. As he explored the younger man’s mouth, the waiter noted that the blonde tasted sweet and had a slight alcoholic tinge to it.
The older male pulled back before the kiss was able to deepen and made his way to the door.
“What the hell was that?” Hayner exclaimed, his face red from confusion as well as arousal.
“Just a little incentive for you to stay put,” the waiter smirked, a hand on his hip.
Not knowing how to respond, the seated blonde pouted slightly and sank back into the chair.
Seifer smirked before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Hayner sat patiently in the dressing room, trying to ignore the tightness of his pants that caused him to twist and fidget in his seat.
A moment later, the door swung open, a short brunette entering the room.
“Sora?” the blonde choked, struggling to cover up his noticeable bulge.
“Hayner?” the brunette questioned, approaching the other male, “What are you doing here?”
“Seifer,” the taller man answered plainly, almost sullenly.
“Ah,” Sora replied, certain that his fellow employee would do something controlling.
The brunette proceeded to strip himself of his street clothes, unabashedly removing his underwear along with his shorts.
Hayner kept his eyes on the floor as the other male searched through a nearby dress rack.
“Do you need me to leave?” the blonde offered, focusing on a hole in the carpet in front of him.
“I don’t mind if you’re here,” Sora said cheerfully as he pulled a dress and accessories from a hanger.
“Oh-okay,” Hayner mumbled, now staring at how the different colours made up the carpet.
After he had fixed a red corset around himself and pulled a crimson thong on, Sora rolled a stocking onto his right leg, followed by a silk garter belt.
“Will you help me with me garter belt?” the brunette asked nonchalantly as if he had asked Hayner to retrieve a glass of water for him.
Wordlessly, the blonde stood up and walked over to the dressing waiter, trembling slightly.
Hayner fiddled with clipping the strap to the stocking for a while before the brunette asked,
“Never used a garter belt before?”
The blonde shook his head and withdrew his hand.
“Watch,” the waiter stated kindly.
Slowly, Sora demonstrated how to clip it on, making sure the other male was paying attention.
Once he watched the brunette, Hayner attempted to buckle it once again, succeeding this time. He showed a triumphant grin and waited for Sora to put on his other stocking. Almost eagerly, Hayner clipped the back strap, his fingers grazing Sora’s exposed thigh.
“Thanks, Hayner,” the brunette said, adjusting the straps.
“Need any more help?” the blonde offered, feeling more at ease.
“Maybe in a minute,” Sora replied as he sat in an empty seat and proceeded to put his heels on his feet.
Hayner watched with interest as the brunette laced them up to his knees.
Sora stood up, testing his balance in his spiked heels.
“Woah,” the blonde breathed, taking in every aspect of Sora’s predominately red outfit, everything from how the corset hugged his slim frame to the thong that cradled his manhood.
The brunette looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting his corset slightly.
Hayner gulped hard as Sora’s anatomy bounced slightly in its confines as he moved.
“I better get to work,” the waiter stated, stepping away from the mirror.
“See ya later,” the blonde responded as Sora opened the door.
“See ya,” the brunette echoed, walking out into the restaurant, the door behind him closing automatically.
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I have a little bit more written after this, but it's not complete enough to post. Don't worry, it's good so I'll work on it during class.
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