Disclaimer: I own nothin'

Pairings/Warnings: SouMako, m/m smut, coffee shop!AU, get-togetherness

A/N: Two short drabbles written on request on tumblr.

Earning Tips - One

It was out of his way, Sousuke knew that. So far out of his way and he didn't need to go to that particular coffee shop. He reasoned he did it as it was independently owned and he hated chains and all they stood for - the whole thing that every coffee shop was the same in every street in every place in the world.

But that was a shitty reason as the reason was… that barista.

He was tall, gorgeous and had the most incredible green eyes and the damn sexiest smile he'd ever seen. And of course, it was the way he said Sousuke's name when he called it for his drink and then there were the few times their hands had brushed. Despite their minimal contact, the barista had been haunting Sousuke's naughtiest dreams, thinking of the gorgeous barista in between his legs or spread over the counter of this stupid coffee shop or in Sousuke's bed…

These dirty thoughts were circulating through his brain when he arrived at the counter and he almost blushed as the barista looked up at him.

He was Makoto. It said so on the little name tag attached to the apron and he smiled as he saw Sousuke, no longer asking his name as he remembered it every time now. That gave Sousuke hope as maybe… as maybe he was into him. Sousuke could hope.

"Usual?" Makoto asked with a smile.

"Sure."

He handed over his money and Makoto turned to make his Americano, Sousuke admiring the back view - a firm ass in tight jeans that made him want to drool. He wondered…

Sousuke stopped himself. He didn't need to think about that ass naked. He did not need a hard on in public. He wasn't a teenager any more.

A few minutes later and Sousuke heard his name, the cardboard cup with his name on it handed over and their eyes met as the drink was handed over, Sousuke trying to word what he wanted to say.

He wanted to say something about a date. Something about drinks. Or food. Or something but Makoto smiled and fuck… he was lost and his mouth was dry and he realised Makoto's mouth was opening and he was speaking but Sousuke had no idea what he was saying.

He blinked as he realised he'd been asked a question and their hands were still connected around the cardboard cup.

"Ugh… sorry?"

"I asked if I can have your number," Makoto said and Sousuke saw a slight hint of embarrassment that he found fucking adorable.

"Sure," he said as casually as possible but still making him sound like an eager teenage girl and he put his coffee to the side, picking a napkin up and writing his number on it before handing it to Makoto.

"I'll call you… Sousuke."

And now knowing quite how to play this, his usual cool demeanour screwed by the attractive barista so he only gave his killer smile and a little nod before he grabbed his coffee and began to walk out.

But not before he left a tip in the tip jar as Makoto deserved all the damn tips Sousuke could afford. Especially if it led to seeing him naked.