Tiefling Boyfriend: Leary (rough draft)

Being a waiter has got to be one of the most under explained jobs out there. When I first took this job, I was hoping to gain some experience and learn about the kitchen. I wanted to be a chef, so I thought this would be a good way to learn about it. Instead, I just learned that being a waiter was like working retail but with more steps. If I didn’t have bills and wanted to live, I would have quit a long time ago. I’m grateful that tips are usually good, but aside from that and free food it’s slowly draining me away.

On my days off I’m usually holed up in my apartment, undressed, unwashed, and slouching on the sofa or over the stove where I am practicing. I want to be a chef, even with everything I have seen and gone through. I love to cook, and one of these days, maybe I can own my own little food truck or cafe. It’s always something cute in my head, nothing grand like the place I work at. After working there, the idea of doing a big restaurant has lost its appeal. Besides, the things I like to cook and make would do better in the small, outdoor seating kind of place anyways.

Whatever I cook I usually leave for my roommate. At least I think I still have a roommate. We work such opposite hours that I rarely ever see him. I like to pretend my apartment is haunted and that the ghost is eating the food and leaving me uplifting notes on the fridge. I do miss having someone to talk to who isn’t part of the restaurant scene.

I think part of why I get good tips is because I am a tiefling. People think I’m some sort of pretty wild bird with fancy plumage, at least that’s how it feels. Because of my appearance, I get touched a lot, which is really unsettling, but also something I have had to teach myself to cope with. I like to keep my hair long, but I’ve had to figure out ways to pin it up because people like to grab at it or ask weird questions about it. It’s hair, just because I have horns and blue skin doesn’t make it somehow magically different or even magical.

Tonight the restaurant is a little slow, so I’m not running around as much. I have a few tables, so I’m trying to pay as much attention to them as possible so hopefully the tips will make up for the lack of seats filled. One such table looks to be a first date. After working here so long I’ve been able to distinguish what sort of dinner people are having. First dates are pretty easy to gauge. One or both is usually nervous, one person often does all the talking, and there are long awkward silences.

This first date is one of the most one sided I have ever seen. You look so nervous, like you’re trying to disarm a bomb. You look so cute too. Your hair is done so nicely, your makeup is sweet, and you’re wearing a really lovely dress too. The guy you’re with has done nothing but talk all evening. Sure, he’s got his own good looks to him, but the flapping of his mouth diminishes all that. When I took your order, you were getting ready to order the bisque, but her interjected and said something that will never not revolt me.

“I think you should have the salad. Don’t you think that’s better for you?”

The look on your face was enough. You agreed to the salad, but your look of disappointment hadn’t faded away. If anything it had only gotten worse as the date went on. Everytime I went to the table to check on you, he was talking sideways out of his mouth about you. The needling like comments were annoying me, I couldn’t imagine what they were doing to you. How could he think he had the right to say such judgemental things to you and pass it off as kind advice?

“You really have a pretty face you know? Your grandmother was so right about that. Imagine if you lost some weight just how truly gorgeous you’d be. You’d be unstoppable.” That made my blood curdle. I had been pretty chubby in my youth and the amount of times that was said to me made me want to remain chubby. It wasn’t his right to comment on such things. Only she could make that decision.

“I don’t have an issue with big girls, I think they’re great.”

I don’t have an issue with my foot up your ass, but you might. I can see that your smile is a painful one. You’re putting up with this so well, but you don’t need to!

“If you dyed your hair you wouldn’t look so frumpy.” What the fuck was even that? I’ve had enough. So when I go to fill his wine glass, I make sure to cause problems on purpose. I’ve gotten good at it over the years, knocking over glasses and making it look like an accident. It’s not a skill I like to boast about, and I rarely ever have to use it, but sometimes you deal with a diner who is so vile they deserve a stained lap.

The glass falls directly onto his chest, a bullseye. He shouts and stands up, looking at me like I’m the most reprehensible thing on the planet. Maybe I am, but I still feel higher than him.

“You stupid-” He scoffs and tries to wipe himself dry. “What the hell are you doing?”

“So sorry sir, I’ll clean up here if you want to go to the bathroom,” I point towards the back. “It was an accident.” I don’t make it a point to lie often, but the situation called for it.

He slammed down the napkin onto the table. “I’ll see your manager when I get back.”

I mock him behind his back then quickly turn and look at you. “Would you like to run away?”

Your eyes widen and your lips pout slightly. “Excuse me?”

“Now is your chance to run,” I whisper to her. “There’s a line at the bathroom, he’ll be busy for a while.”

Your expression shifts from surprise to fear. “He’s my ride though.”

I don’t think I could stand thinking about him taking you home. “I’ll take you home,” I offer. I then extend my hand. “I’m Leary.”

You take my hand, shaking gently. “I remember,” you say with a small smile. Then you introduce yourself. “Please, don’t worry about it.”

“I am going to worry. You look miserable, you have since you walked in. No offense if you like this guy-”

“I don’t,” you inject quickly. “My grandmother set us up. She likes him.”

“Then there is no reason to be polite.” I say with a smile. “I can get someone to cover for me since it’s slow.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you answer quietly. “It’ll be alright. I’ll go home and never have to call him again.”

I can’t help but frown. The way this guy has gone on and on tonight, leaving him alone with you makes me worry. “You look too nice tonight to waste on him. Just letting you know that.” I finish cleaning up the table from the spill. “Time is precious, don’t let him squander it.”

Your cheeks become rosy and you smile shyly up at me. “Thank you.”

I smile warmly in return. “You deserve to hear it. Don’t thank me.”

You glance back towards the bathrooms. “Maybe you should go get your manager, so he won’t be so upset when he comes back.”

My grin grows. “Not to worry. I’m the manager tonight.”

Your mouth widens and then you bite down on your lip as you try to keep from giggling. I wink at you. “I’ll be right back with your complimentary dessert.” I go back to the kitchen with dirty dishes and the towels I used to mop up the wine. I plate the two desserts, rolling my eyes already at what he’ll say. But I am prepared, and if he dares to cause any more trouble, I have backup that evening as the owner is the chef as well as my friend.

“Here you are,” I lay down the plates on the table. The jerk hasn’t returned yet but I can hear the bathroom door slam open. I place the decadent cheesecake before her.

“My favorite!” You say excitedly. I know a salad isn’t the most fulfilling dinner, so I can tell you’re excited for something other than leafy greens.

Seeing you excited  “It’s not much, but it’s the best I can offer to-”

“No,” the jerk huffs as he storms up upon the table. “Take those away.”

I look at you then back at him. “They’re complimentary though.”

“She doesn’t need cheesecake,” he sniffs. “I want to see the manager.”

I nod. “That’s me.”

He looks frightened for the briefest of seconds then he starts to laugh. “I know this scam. I’ve seen the memes. Seriously, I want to talk to whoever is in charge.”

“That’s me,” I state again. “And I am giving you complimentary dessert.”

“She doesn’t need cheesecake,” he sneers.

“No one does, it’s dessert. It’s just nice.” I’m ready to throw hands with this boy. I bite my tongue to keep composure. “If you want something else, I’ll get you something else.”

“Don’t you have anything with fruit for her?”

I place a fork near her. “There’s more raspberries on the plate than cheesecake.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We don’t want your pity desserts.”

“I want it,” you say shyly.

He barely looks at you, he’s still glaring at me. “We’re leaving. I’m not spending another second here.” He reaches for you, pulling at your arm. “Let’s go.”

“Ow!” You yelp.

He lets go of your arm. “Then get up.”

I move over beside you. “Then go.”

He stares at me like I’m crazy. Then, he just scoffs and leaves without another word. I make sure he’s gone then tend to you.

“Are you okay?” I ask gently.

You’re rubbing your arm where he grabbed you. “Yeah. It’s okay. I already had a scratch there, so that’s why I yelled. I accidentally ran into a cactus this morning.” You look near tears but you smile anyways.

I sigh with relief. “Eat your dessert, take your time. I’ll bring you some coffee if you like. Take your time, calm down if you need to.”

You nod gently. “Just a small one though. Thank you.”

Someone who had seen the whole event paid for her half of the dinner, which was so nice. And since he stormed out without paying, that meant we could refuse him service later. A small win. I brought you coffee and offered to call you a car to take you home.

“Thank you Leary, you’ve been so nice,” you say as you get up to leave. “Is there any way I could repay you.”

I would ask for a date, but I don’t think that’s what you need right now. “I just wanted to help. I don’t need any sort of thanks.”

Your smile is so sweet, and when you touch my hand to give it a squeeze I can still smell the raspberries on you. You leave, and I think that’s the end of it. Maybe I’ll see you again one day, and maybe I won’t.

The next evening I’m just coming into work. I’m going over the schedule at the bar when, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone walk in.

“I’ll be with you in just a second,” I tell them.

“That’s okay. I just wanted to stop in and thank you again.” It was you, carrying a potted plant in your arms. It had a big blue ribbon tied around the pot, and you look very pleased with yourself.

“Oh hey,” I say in amazement. “It’s you again. How did you night go?”

“He’s been texting me a lot, but I’ve just been ignoring him.” You set the potted plant onto the bar. “I wanted to thank you properly, so I brought you this. It’s an aloe plant.”

“Oh wow, thank you,” I pull the aloe closer to me. “I’ve been wanting to get a plant for the apartment.”

Your cheeks turn bright red. “The leaves reminded me of the shape of your ears. But it’s also so easy to take care of!”

It’s so cute I can’t stand it. “Thank you,” I say again, unable to think of anything else. “You didn’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to though. You were so nice last night.” You press your lips together tightly. “If you have any questions about taking care of it, I put the card for the nursery on the side. I uhm...I also wrote my number on the back if texting is easier.”

My eyes widen. “Oh! Okay, sure!”

“You’re probably busy. I’ll let you get back to work.” You turn at the door to wave. “Have a good evening!”

I quickly take the card and see your number written out along the back. I place it into my pocket for safe keeping, then leave the aloe in the break room with my things. I want the night to hurry up and be over with. Not just because I have the day off tomorrow, but so I can send you a message.

During break I put your number into my phone and send a quick message. “Hey, this is Leary, the waiter. Thanks for the aloe again. Should I put it in sunlight when I get home?”

“That’d be best, but aloe is pretty easy to take care of.” You reply is swift.

“Okay, good to know.” I answer just as fast. “Is that creep still messaging you?”

“I blocked him, so I don’t know.”

“If he tries to cause any problems tell me and I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t think he will, but thank you.”

Over the next few days, we text back and forth pretty regularly. You work at a nursery so you’re often sending me pictures of plants you’re working with during the day. I send you updates about the aloe, silly things really. I tell you about my dream of being a chef. You tell me yours of eventually expanding the nursery and of starting a honeybee sanctuary.

This goes on and on until one night, I work up the courage to ask you out. “I’m off next Thursday. I was wondering if you’d like to do something. Maybe go see a movie? Hang out? I’d really like to see you.”

“That would be great! I’m off too. The nursery is closed on Thursdays, so I’m free all day. I’d like to see you too, Leary.”

I leap up excitedly. “Okay! Where would you like to meet up?”

“I do need to do some grocery shopping. Maybe we could meet up after that at Monday Cafe.”

“I need to get a few things too. Why not just meet at the grocery store?”

Usually you reply back so fast, but this time I see the writing dots bob along for a while. Your reply eventually pops up. “Okay. Let’s say at nine? They have that little coffee stand inside, so we can meet there.”

“Okay, perfect! Can’t wait.” I really can’t, my tail is wagging up a storm.

I head out the next morning, having gotten up early to fret over how to do my hair and what I was going to wear. I eventually pick out a red flannel and jeans, since it’s supposed to be a touch chilly. And unlike my usual style, I leave my hair down. I haven’t had it down in ages and I had forgotten how long it was. I leave out, hoping to get to the coffee stand early so I can buy your drink. But to my surprise, I find you already there with two cups in hand.

“I just guessed what you’d like.” You offer up the warm cup.

“You didn’t have to do that!” I argue. “I was going to.”

Your smile is so cute. “I still feel like I owe you from saving me from that horrible date. Not to mention I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, Leary.”

I love hearing you say my name. “I’ve enjoyed talking to you too. It’s been a nice change of pace for me.”

We start shopping, and you ask me a lot about what I cook and use. “I’m not the best cook,” you admit. “Most of the time I just throw rice and a veggie into the rice cooker.”

“I like comfort foods a lot. Things that make you feel warm and cozy when you eat them.” I inspect some bell peppers before throwing them into a bag. “I’d be happy to show you sometime.”

“I’d like that.” You walk along beside me as I push the cart. “I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately.”

“That’s good!”

“But the other night really just-” You stop and frown, gazing off into the distance. “I felt like I’d been doing so well. I was eating better things. I was walking more. I felt confident, and then-”

I scoff. “I know. That jerk opened his mouth.”

“I like salads,” you mutter. “But I was going out, and I wanted something more than that. It was a treat, I thought.”

“You don’t have to explain to me. That jerk had no right talking to you the way he did.” I smile at you. “I think you’re adorable, no matter what.”

Your cheeks warm and brighten and you look aside with a sweet smile. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”

My tail wags behind me. “You’re going to make me turn purple!”

“I like your hair down, by the way,” you say softly. “It’s pretty.”

“I can let you play with it if you want,” I tease.

You giggle and playfully shove me. “Maybe.” You stand closer to me as we shop, something that makes me feel all warm and excited inside.

After we shop, I help you unload groceries at your house. I don’t have much, so I keep my things in your fridge until we go to see the movie. Or at least, that was the plan. We end up staying at your place a bit long. You show me all your plants, and we end up taking on your veranda for a long time. We sit close together, and as a chilly wind blows I put my arm around you to shield you from the cold. Things go quiet and still, there’s a nervousness I recognize from the restaurant. It’s an excited and eager one where both have everything to say, but no idea how to begin.

“You smell nice,” you say quietly.

“Thanks, I bathed.” I instantly hate myself. I look down at you, seeing you smiling shyly. I so want to kiss you, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds. Our eyes meet, and we’re both suddenly so shy and so awkward. I lean down, you close your eyes. Your lips are so warm, so soft. Your hand braces against my chest then slowly moves up to touch my face.

“Wow,” you breathe as we pull apart. “Your hair is really, really soft.”

I chuckle and kiss your cheek. “I buy expensive conditioner.”

You giggle and lean up for another kiss, which I happily deliver. “I think we missed the movie,” you rasp.

“That’s okay. There will be more. I like it here much better anyways.”

You snuggle back up against my chest. “Me too.”

From then on I try to schedule every Thursday off so I can spend it with you. It doesn’t always work, but we often find ourselves at each other’s places. You stay up late some evenings so we can spend a couple of hours together at our place. I wake up early on some days so we can have breakfast together before you go to work.

It’s been so nice, having these moments together, even if they are too brief. We trade keys, which is an exciting development I’ve never had before. One morning, I wake up as you crawl into bed with me. You're chilled from the outside, but you feel so good snuggled up beside me.

“Good morning,” you coo sweetly.

“Good morning indeed.” I wrap my arms around you and kiss the top of your head. “I should go put on some pants.” I offer.

“It’s okay. I like your cute panties,” you tease as you kiss my cheek.

I kiss you happily. “I just want to remain a gentleman, and I feel I can’t do that when you do see my panties.”

You shyly hide your face against my neck and hair. “What if showed you mine?”

How dare you say something so provocative in such a sweet, adorable way? You want to kill me, don’t you? I breathe to calm myself. “Th-that’s all up to you, babe.” I say gently. “If you want to, go ahead. If you don’t, I’m happy too.”

You sit up, pulling off your leggings then slowly, shyly, removing your dress. Your body is soft and plump, and your underwear is matching. That’s when I realize you must have been planning this! My heart stops beating, my blood all rushes to my face. The soft seafoam green you’re wearing is my favorite color. You knew this too.

Your skin is so soft against mine, and it’s so warm. You lay down beside me, nervous but proud of yourself. I touch you, running my longer fingers against your skin. I remember how to breathe and I take a deep one to center myself.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur to you. “You look amazing.”

“Not really. The bra sort of pinches.” You keep your face hidden from me, but your leg hooks around mine. Your skin is silky, you’ve shaved and buttered up with coconut lotion.

“Would you rather I pinch?” I ask teasingly.

You giggle and finally peek up at me. “I wanted to spend a nice morning with you. But I know you work this evening so-” Your thoughts trail off before you clear your throat to bring yourself back to them. “I know you need to sleep.”

I lay you down upon her back and move myself on top of you. I kiss you and touch you, running my hands down your body. “I want you more.”

You gulp and turn your head to the side, allowing me access to the skin of your neck and shoulder. I lick there and you whimper softly. I gently bite at your earlobe and a soft breath escapes your lips.

“Look at me.” My lips brush against your ear. “Let me see your face.”

You move slowly, but your eyes focus upon me. You blink rapidly for a moment then place your hands upon my body. “Your skin is so beautiful. You’re like a sapphire.”

My hair falls off my back and cascades down. Your fingers tangle in it for a moment, gently tugging to pull me down for a kiss. It becomes hot and heavy between us, I lose my breath a few times when your tongue touches mine. I want to make you feel the way I did. I want to make you feel divine. I look back into your eyes and smooth your hair from your face.

“I have a rather naughty idea,” I chuckle. “But I need your permission.”

You swallow hard and nod. “What is it?”

I press my lips to your ear again. “I want to eat you until you cum.”

Your hands squeeze tight around my arms. “You don’t have to do that!”

I kiss your cheek and neck. “I want to though.”

You shiver and move your arms around me. Your fingers tickle at the back of my neck as you consider my offer. “I’ve never had that done to me before.”

I kiss you softly. “If you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

You nod then watch me as I slip down. I carefully remove your cute panties, letting them dangle off one of your ankles. I smooth my hands up your legs, kneading them before I gently spread apart your thighs. You shiver, then relax. I kiss your thighs, your belly. I pamper you before I touch you directly. I rub your vulva with my long fingers, feeling a bit of wetness seep out to greet me. I then press my tongue between the folds and your breath shudders.

I look up at you, seeing your embarrassed but pleasured face looking down at me. You rach down, stroking my hair away from my face so you can see me better. I spread you open further with my fingers, finding your clit eager to be touched. My tongue presses to it and your body jerks suddenly.

“Sorry,” you mewl. “It felt really strong.”

I chuckle and kiss it. “I’ll be gentle then.” I lap up your slit, moving my tongue inside before circling around your clit again. I hear you moan and breathe deeply above me, alerting me to what I was doing was well received. I kiss your clit again, tapping it gently with my tongue before I brought my lips around it. You yelped and threw you head back, cupping one hand around your mouth while the other tugged at one of my horns. You didn’t struggle or try to get away, so I kept go, applying a vacuum suction.

“Leary! Leary!” You cried out.

I added my fingers, slipping two inside you. I felt your inner walls tremble and suction around me. Your hips shook and your voice became a deep moan. I continue, suckling and moving my fingers. I moan against you, feeling your passion dripping around my knuckles. Your thighs tighetned around me, trapping me and shaking me before you pushed my head back in desperation.

“Stop! Stop!” You cried, small tears in your eyes. Your body trembled, going into a fetal position. You hiccuped and whimpered as I rose up, licking your honey from my lips and chin.

“Are you okay?” I gently try to coax you. I brush your hair aside and kiss your shoulder.

“I’m still-” you lose your breath. “That was-”

I lay against your back, holding you until you uncurl. I stroke my hand down your leg, snuggling and kissing you. I reach my hand back between your thighs and cup your sensitive mound in my palm. She moans softly, biting her lip as I knead.

“I’ve never come like that,” she sighs.

“I’m glad you did.” I kiss her shoulder. “I wanted you to.”

She rolls over and kisses me. “What about you?”

“I’m plenty pleased right now,” I purr. “Don’t worry about me.

“Could I though?” You say with a soft pout.

I smirk at you, enjoying the puppy dog eyes you’re giving me. “Not right now. Just enjoy yourself.”

You snuggle up against me. “I owe you big time,” you giggle.

“This isn’t about owing. I don’t want you to feel that way. I did that because I wanted to make you feel special and good. It made me just as happy as you.”

You peek at me and kiss me. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

I’m positively beaming the rest of the day. Nothing can knock me off this high horse. I’m tired when I get home, but all I can think about is how amazingly cute and sweet you were the morning. I can still remember how you taste and how you felt. But as I walk into my bedroom to change, I am greeted by candles and soft music. You’re sitting on my bed waiting for me, and when our eyes lock you drop the robe around you.

“Welcome home, Leary.”

“Oh wow,” I breathe. I drop my bag on the ground and just look at you. “Oh wow!”

You giggle and rise, coming over to me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I hope you don’t mind me here. I know you must be tired but-”

I kiss you hungrily and we fall down upon the bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” I say between kisses. My clothes become disheveled, your hands find bare skin. My belt hits the ground with a very loud thud. My tail wags behind me, letting her know just how excited I really am.

Your lips and mouth are so warm around me. And your hands feel so soft against my shaft. My mind is buzzing, excited and elated. Once I’m hard, I can barely stand it. I put on the condom, though I rush and fumble with my excitment. I’m between your thighs again, feeling how soft you are with the most sensitive part of me.

“I want you, Leary,” you mewl. Your fingers in my hair.

“I want you too.” I kiss you as I enter you, plunging deep inside where you cling to me. I don’t know how I’ll make it, I want to succumb to your charm and wiles now. But somehow I find the stamina to make the night last.

The morning feels light and cool, my legs and hips feel sore, but your warm body cures all of that. I kiss your hair and get up to make coffee. I stand in the kitchen naked with a big smile on my face when my roommate comes out of his room. We lock eyes and my bliss is gone for.

“Morning Leary.” He says and strolls by. “Your girlfriend seems nice.”

“Thanks Yuri,” I quickly use a placemat to cover myself. “Good to see you!”

He smirks. “Good to see you, buddy.” He grabs the packed food from the fridge. “Hope to see you again.” He strides out the door, and I feel so miserable. I quickly take coffee back to the bedroom, feeling better once I have you again.

“Good morning,” you yawn.

“Sleep well?” I place the warm coffee in your hands.

“Amazingly so,” you sigh. You give me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. This is nice.”

I smile, watching you as you sip your coffee. “I love you,” the words slip out so naturally it’s almost scary.

You look at me, almost terrified, but then you grin and tears appear. “I love you too.” Even if my roommate caught me naked, this is still the best day of my life.