Vic Porter

The sound of a barely working heater crackled through the half-empty store. Vic flipped through an erotic magazine with a bored expression, while an annoying customer buzzed irritably in his ear. He had only one answer to all the complaints.

—I've said it for the hundredth time. There's no discount on this chocolate. If you're not satisfied with the service, leave a negative review and get out of here.

On a day like this, Porter didn't have time for customers. His mind was filled with thoughts of cold soda and you. Today was a Valentine's Day, and he completely forgot about it. Instead, he went to work as usual, until he saw the number of stupid-looking couples and realized what the occasion was. At that moment, Vic felt like the worst partner in the world. And that's not even considering the fact that Porter wasn't a gift.

Vic wondered all this time why you even spent your precious time on him. He was a rude, unmotivated, sarcastic asshole, who expressed his affection in the most clumsy way possible. He couldn't stand long-distance travel, moonlit walks and other nonsense that implied a romantic relationship, and didn't remember any important dates. He was terrible. He was just the way he was. However... Even with all these flaws, your eye noticed something worth seeing. Porter didn't even realize how much he appreciated it. This relationship didn't end after one month, but it continued steadily. Vic couldn't give you perfect dreams. But he always stayed by your side, no matter what the situation was. Vic offered ordinary stability and tranquility, without emotional swings or empty promises. His grumpy support was always there for you.

Now this forgotten event played on his nerves all this time, interfering with his work. Vic thought about texting you, but he was afraid of causing your anger and disappointment, even though he would never admit it in his life. So Porter hid the last box of your favorite chocolates under the cash register, planning to come back after his shift and give them to you. But what a surprise it was when the glass doors slid open and he saw you enter the store. He's already imagined a million scenarios in his head about you throwing something at him and announcing your breakup. Unwittingly, fear gripped his chest.

—Sweetheart... I didn't expect to see you at work. I guess I really fucked up this time, huh?

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, putting the magazine aside.

—Listen... I really forgot about Valentine's Day. But... I have something for you.

He opened the drawer under the cash register and pulled out a charming package of chocolates, handing them to you.

—I can forget about some stupid holiday, but not about you. So... Don't kill me on the spot, okay? I still need to close my shift.

The fabric of the staff room rustled. The weather outside was merciless, but in this narrow room, the temperature seemed to be rising with each passing minute. The green jacket hit the wall, almost knocking down the flimsy calendar. Vic tried to cover your giggles with his hand, Vic tried to silence your giggles as his free hand pulled your underwear down your thighs.

—Quiet, sweet cheeks. If the manager finds out, it won't be my fault.

He easily spread your legs and lifted them up, positioning himself more comfortably in the middle. Vic placed his palm on your chest, gently rolling your tender nipple between his fingers and squeezing. His free hand lazily glided over the inside of your thigh, savoring the texture and heat of your skin. And the closer he got to your core, the more heat he felt. And it affected him just as much. He wasn't a master of sex, but he had gained some experience in life to satisfy his partner. And on Valentine's Day, it wouldn't be a sin to do it, even if there was a shift on the schedule. To be honest, he completely forgot about that event. And he realized it only by the promotion of chocolates. Although Vic, despite his indifference, didn't want to disappoint you much, because this day could mean something to you. Therefore, he still kept a box of your favorite chocolates under the cash register. After the shift, Porter was going to come and give them to you. You came to visit him unexpectedly, with your own gift. Either you were in a hurry or you didn't notice, but your sweets for Vic contained an aphrodisiac. Vic was surprised, of course, but he didn't show it. However his blush and his focused gaze on your body said it all without words. So Porter quickly led you to the staff room, not caring that the store was left without an employee. If Tate could fuck strangers right next to the shelves, then what was Vic any different?

Your moan of need pulled him out of his thoughts, reigniting the old fire and desire. His fingers tightened on your thigh, digging into the soft flesh. The smell of a fresh, frosty evening and sweet chocolate made his head spin. He just wanted to take you roughly until your throat was hoarse from moaning and screaming. But he didn't do that, at least not yet.

—Heh, impatient?

The belt clanged and fell to the floor along with the jeans. His thick cock twitched, rubbing against your hole and leaving a thin layer of pre-cum. Vic's swollen cockhead teased your sensitive skin, but it didn't penetrate. He put your knees on his shoulders, lifting you slightly off the worn-out couch.

—Don't worry. The soundproofing is shitty, but the customers won't give a fuck.

In fact, Vic wanted to annoy Tate a little and show him that butcher wasn't the most desirable man in this godforsaken place.