First Kisses

Tobin sat at the bar in Club X, muttering to himself and taking shots intermittently as he waited to be allowed to check the damage of his equipment. The night had stated out great; there was a lively crowd, his music was on point, and over all, it was great. And then some dick called the cops for a drug raid on the club because they had been kicked out at some point and were being a pissy bitch about it.

The cops had burst into the club and chaos had ensued. Somewhere along the way someone either dropped their drink on or threw it at his station and sparks and smoke came from his rig. He was fairly sure his system was going to need replacing but he couldn't assess it yet because the police were still poking around.

He had been shuffled off to the bar to keep him out of the way. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be drinking, but the bar tender decided that it would probably be better to give him alcohol to focus on instead of just having him sitting there mad dogging the cops.

Tobin sat back in his seat, squinting at his line of shots. He was pretty drunk at that point. His vision was a little blurred and he had a warm numbing feeling in his limbs. He was getting bored and started to feel cooped up. He knocked back another shot and got up and stated pacing.

"This is bullshit," he muttered under his breath as he paced.

He stepped to the bar and took his last shot and then looked around the mostly empty club. His eyes moved up the stairs to the office and he rolled his shoulders. He was done with the night. He wanted to go home. So he was going to tell Xavier that he was leaving.

He rolled his shoulders and set across the club, heading up the stairs. He was still muttering under his breath, getting more and more worked up with each step he took. Maybe he was going to quit. Maybe he was just going to yell at Xavier about his equipment. Maybe he was just going to stand at the door all pissy. He didn't know yet.

When he did make it to the door, he bounced on his toes a few times before he flung it open.

"Is there something wrong, Tobin?" Xavier asked, his eyebrows raised.

Tobin's sight tunneled. There were several other knittens in the room, but all he saw in that moment was his boss. He moved through the room without saying anything, his green eyes locked on Xavier.

"Tobin? What are you d--" Xavier's words were stopped on his tongue as Tobin grabbed a hold of the collar of his shirt and kissed him. Tobin's tongue curled against Xavier's as his knee slid between the taller man's legs to rest on the seat of the chair.

Tobin pulled away after a moment, a smug little smirk on his lips as he looked at the taller man through his lashes. And then reality came crashing in on him as one of the other knittens in the room cleared their throat.

A myriad of emotions crossed the younger knitten's face before he turned and walked quickly from the room. His ears were ringing and his heart was pounding.

"What the fuck?" He muttered under his breath over and over. He left the club without telling anyone and started running once he was outside.

He kept running until he made it to his apartment. He reached for his keys and a brand new wave of panic hit him.

"Fuck... FUCK!" He shouted and hit his head against the door. "I can't fucking... Gods fucking damned everything."

He sat down on the steps, hanging his head in his hands. He had left his jacket and keys in the locker room but he was too mortified to go back.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to the bartender, asking him to bring him his things. He got an affirmative back and sat down on the stairs to wait. It was starting to snow, but the cold didn't bother him all that much.

It would be over an hour before a car would pull up. He got up to got meet his coworker when his boss got out of the car. Tobin's stomach sank as he locked eyes with Xavier.

"Fuck." He muttered, watching as the other man came toward him. He couldn't read Xavier's expression. Was he angry? Was he about to be fired?

Xavier walked up the steps, stopping in front of him, standing with a step between them so that they were face to face. Tobin swallowed and tried offer him a weak smile.

"Sorry?" He said weakly.

Xavier smiled mischievously at him and grabbed hold of the front of Tobin's shirt, pulling him forward. He kissed the shorter knitten as he was pulled off balance. Tobin gasped against his mouth, allowing Xav's tongue to slip in. Tobin braced his arms against the taller knitten's chest and clung to the step with his toes. Tobin melted against the taller man, moving his arms from his chest to around his neck.

Xavier pulled away after a moment, murmuring against his lips. "Would you like to invite me in, Toby?"

Tobin wrinkled his nose a bit. "I don't have my keys."

Xavier grinned a bit. "I do. I volunteered to bring them to you, since I did have something to talk to you about."

"Am I fired?" Tobin blushed some, running his fingers through his ruffled curls.

"Of course not!" Xav laughed and held the jacket and keys up for Tobin to take. "Though, that was quiet the surprise having you kiss me in front of my lawyer and the police chief."

"Was that who was in the office?" Tobin's face warmed with a blush as he accepted his keys and jacket, turning and going up the stairs to unlock the building. "I am so sorry. I was... am? I am drunk."

"Does that mean you didn't mean the kiss?" Xav asked, following him to the door.

"No? I definitely meant the kiss. I just wish I hadn't done it while you were in the middle of a serious meeting. That was... Unfortunate." Tobin replied, holding the door open for his boss.

Xav paused in the doorway, smiling at the shorter knitten and leaned in, kissing him lightly. "Maybe don't get drunk when your so angry, mm??"

Tobin rolled on his toes, following him a bit as he pulled away. "Probably a good idea."

Tobin felt warm, fluttery and happy. He lead his boss into his building and to his apartment. His anger from earlier was replaced with fluttery hopefulness. Maybe the night wasn't completely ruined.