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As soon as the bell rings, Law grabs his backpack and sprints for the classroom door. Within a few minutes he's already out of the school's front gate, feet automatically taking the youth to the place that he visits more than three times a week.
Rocinante's Coffee Shop is located near Law's high school, so it's no surprise that more than half of its customers are students. Several buy coffee to prepare for another long night of reading in their room, others might just be looking for some snacks before returning home. The affordable price and trendy decoration and furniture make the shop a favorite place to hang out for many students.
But today is Friday, so most people are out partying with their homies and shit. Law arrives at the coffee shop to find that he's the sole customer, which is fine by him because that means he gets the attractive shopkeeper's undivided attention.
The lack of bustling activity in this evening is expected, as can be seen by how Rocinante or Cora-san, as Law calls him, is contentedly reading a novel behind the counter. He folds down the corner of the page he's on before shutting the book and redirecting his brown eyes to Law, who is now leaning on the spotless countertop. The radio is playing softly in the background.
"Law, Law, Law," Cora-san drawls, and oh how that voice already gets Law's nerves tingling from head to toe.
"You poor soul. Ever heard of TGIF? Why are you always here at this boring coffee shop instead of having a fun night with your friends? I do hope that I'm not the only person on this planet that you talk to," the blond says as he stands up to his full height. Today he's dressed in a snug white shirt with heart prints and beige jeans.
Law's always had a thing for tall guys. Like that classmate Eustass Kid whom he once dated. But Cora-san is even taller. Law actually has to tilt his head up to talk to the man, and that's saying something because Law himself is not short at all.
"Your assumption is not that far from the truth," the dark-skinned teen replies with a smirk. Law has his small circle of friends, but let's just say they don't stick to each other all the time as if they were glued to one another. A person needs some private space once in a while, right?
"So, what'll it be today?" the blond asks.
Law deliberately orders the coffee with the most time-consuming procedure (again). The blond turns to the coffee machine behind him and Law's golden eyes follow the adult's every move, whether he's turning the machine's knobs, reaching for a clean cup, pumping syrups into the blend, or sprinkling this and that onto the coffee.
The teen can't help imagining how wonderful those long fingers would feel on his inked skin.
Law doesn't realize that he's blushing until Cora-san turns around to offer him his coffee and, with a quirked eyebrow, asks him is he's feeling ok and touches the back of his large hand against the teen's forehead.
Law tries his very, very best to not close his eyes and start purring blissfully at the contact. Though he does sigh when Cora-san retracts his hand.
"It's just the hot weather," the student lies and tugs at his collar to prove his point. His cup costs 55 belis, but he gives a 100-beli note. Law barely ever pays the exact amount because he wants to brush with the barista's fingers when the latter hands the change to Law.
"Cora-san. Can you join me at the table? As you said, it's Friday. You yourself should loosen up a bit, so come chat with me," Law asks expectantly while he pockets the smaller banknotes and coins.
The barista looks at the younger male for a while before shrugging his shoulders.
"Sure. Why not."
The blond grabs a fork and a slice of chocolate cake from the display fridge for himself then follows Law to a table. They plop themselves down on the comfy chairs. Cora-san inquires about Law's studies and Law answers them eagerly. Other people could consider themselves lucky to get a one-word reply from Law, but with Cora-san, Law was more than willing to speak. The strange things you do when you're with your crush...
As they talked, Law tries not to stare when the other's tongue comes out to lick chocolate off the fork when it gets too thick. Sometimes Cora-san would glance at the shop's entrance to check if there are any stray customers, giving the dark-skinned teen an opportunity to look at the defined collarbones peeking out from his shirt. Law relishes in being Cora-san's center of attention at the moment. Those sharp eyes are focused on him and only him. The gaze never fails to ignite a flare of heat in Law's loins.
The teen realizes that it's an unhealthy obsession, but hey, as long as no one's hurt. Let unsuspecting Cora-san continue to think that Law's a top-class student who just likes to boast about his academic achievements to people other than his mom and dad (when in fact nowadays Law shares more words with the barista than he does with his parents). Cora-san doesn't need to know that almost every night Law strokes his stiff flesh and gets off with the blond's name on his lips, murmured like a prayer.
Some while after they've finished their coffee and cake, Law looks at his wristwatch. This is when the barista usually closes the shop. As much as the student loves chatting with the older male, he doesn't want to impose on the guy too much.
"Well, I should be going now," Law utters before getting up and carrying his cup to the counter alongside Cora-san, who's holding his empty plate. The blond puts the crockery in the sink for later washing then sees the raven-haired youth to the door.
"Great coffee as always. I'll drop by and pester you again soon," Law jokes with a smile that only a handful of people have ever seen. Leaning against the door frame, the shopkeeper returns a lazy smile and reaches to ruffle the teen's jet-black locks at the exact time that the radio belts out some lines from a pop song.
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
"Until next time, brat," is the last thing that Law hears his dear Cora-san say before the tall man disappears behind the door and the lock clicks shut.
Law remains in a good mood all the way to his house, humming a sea shanty from a cartoon about supernatural pirates.
Sequel?