Author's Note: This was written during a weeklong fanfiction challenge I did over at my sketch/fic blog. For more details, please look through the archives of hremail-livejournal-com!
Strong Bad couldn't have seen this coming if he tried.
He locked the door behind him and pressed and ear to it, listening for passersby, for any witnesses. If a year ago you had told him that he'd be sneaking into supply closets to suck face with a guy, he'd have laughed at you. If you had told him that guy was Homestar Runner, you'd be missing teeth.
Homestar wrapped his arms around his waist from behind him and trailed too-soft, teasing kisses up his neck. Strong Bad squirmed and tried shooing him away. "I-I'm trying to listen for witnesses, man!" he hissed. "Can't you wait five seconds?"
"Mmm... no," Homestar giggled, pulling him from the door and into his arms. "You worry too much."
"You don't worry at all. I need to worry. If I didn't worry, you'd be kissing me in my cubicle," Strong Bad reminded him flatly, squirming from his grip.
"...now there's an idea..."
Strong Bad put a finger to his lips. "No."
"What if we waited until after hours?"
"No one cares what janitors think."
"I care what janitors think."
Homestar sighed, amused. "You're so cute."
Strong Bad snorted and pushed him away. "Oh, screw this, I'm going back to work. I'm not wasting a coffee break on you if you're just going to be stupid."
He turned to unlock the door, but Homestar grabbed his wrist and shook his head adamantly. "No, I'll be good, I promise!"
He glanced over his shoulder at him, eyebrow raised in annoyance. "Promises don't mean much coming from you." Strong Bad pulled at his collar, showing off the faint hint of a bruise. "You promised to stop leaving hickeys on my neck."
Homestar pouted. "It's not my fault you bruise easy..."
"Not your fault? It was your teeth," Strong Bad reminded him. "You stupid crazy sadi-"
He was cut off by a pair of lips colliding with his own. Homestar pulled away, a teasing grin on his face. "You talk too much. We got ten minutes and you're wasting it."
Strong Bad sighed harshly. The idiot had a point for once. He grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reinitiating the kiss. Ten minutes wasn't a very long time to devote to making out, but Strong Bad had done some math. Six coffee breaks, at about fifteen minutes a pop meant ninety possible minutes to spend with Homestar. Subtract twenty minutes for coffee, cigarettes and bathroom breaks, and that lead to seventy minutes of making out time.
And being paid to makeout with Homestar Runner was certainly a... pleasant way to pay the bills.
Strong Bad ran his hands up his chest and neck, fingers entwining themselves in Homestar's hair. He let out a bit of a moan when Homestar pushed his back against the wall, hips brushing against his. If only they hadn't spent so many precious minutes arguing, Homestar could use that oh-so-talented mouth for something besides kissing. He leaned his hips forward and tried not to smile- next coffee break, for sure.
They both jumped when Strong Bad's wrist watched let out an ear piercing beep. "Already?" Homestar asked, disappointed.
"Fraid so," Strong Bad huffed, pulling him off. He smirked. "See you in... say, forty five minutes?"
"It's a date," Homestar chirped. Strong Bad raised an eyebrow at that.
"...it's a what now?"
Homestar blinked at that. "Oh, uh, I just mean I'll... put it in my datebook. My... mental datebook. You know, so I can remember it."
Strong Bad unlocked the door, annoyed. "That's what I thought. I'm out of here. You wait a minute so it doesn't look so suspicious. I'll catch you later." He turned and left, leaving Homestar alone with the pens and staplers.