bellaliemy | Can I Make You Stay? Chapter 1

Title: Can I Make You Stay?
Author: dronesforhands
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: Overall, Explicit. This chapter is T for swearing and drunkenness
WARNINGS: biphobia, angst, swearing
Summary: A pizza delivery leads to a new opportunity
Disclaimer: it's fiction
Author’s note: This was supposed to be a quick fic I started a year ago from some prompt on tumblr, but I forgot to finish it. Just recently I'm trying to give it an ending. I don't remember what I originally meant to write so it has basically become emo pwp. Also I am really bad at using dreamwidth, sorry for formatting errors.
Also, sorry about short chapters. This one is 416 words.

“That’ll be $15.47, sir.”

As the man took his pizza, he blurted:

“Can I make you stay? It’s late, gotta be towards the end of your shift..”

The question hung in the air just as I started for my next delivery. It wasn’t the weirdest request I’d gotten as my time as a pizza delivery guy. Hell, it seemed as if this job was a magnet for creepy shit. In my opinion, some days I just don’t get paid enough.

This guy seemed to be nice enough, I thought. His apartment was sparse, though, as if he still hadn’t moved in.

However, my hopes for a decent tip from the next delivery were out the window if I lingered any longer.

“I’ve got some beers and pizza with your name on it. If you choose to stay, that is. Imagine the tip.”

Against my better judgement, I stayed. It was probably the lonely eyes and sad demeanour of this so called “Matt”.

An hour later, we were drunk and happy.

Matt told me how he quit his job as a lawyer months back to pursue his music. His only problem was finding the right people for the right sound. He’d gone through countless genres looking for people who understood him, only to be told he couldn't do this, or do that.

I told him how I was in a rough patch, looking for a better job while delivering pizzas. I’d been laid off my job as a nurse after being outed by my ex-girlfriend as bi.

“They said, and I quote, ‘I’m sorry Mr. Howard but we can’t ruin our hospital with someone as risky as yourself’. They acted as if I had fucking AIDS or something.”

“What kind of douche pudding is that?! You should’ve sued”.

“Yeah, right, Matt.”

Matt sat up straight. “No -fuck-”, he spilled some beer on his Nirvana shirt, “You really should sue.”

“Matt, I don't have the money to sue at the moment nor the will to do it. I’d be outed to my whole family in the process, win or lose, and I run the risk of never getting hired again. Plus, do you know just how many people, gay and straight, ‘can’t trust a bi guy’ ? So let's just leave it”.

“Well, okay then.”

The heavy silence hung between us for a few seconds.

“Did it ever occur to you that you're not the only bi guy with problems?”

Matt’s eyes were just as lonely as before.