Silence. The music was gone. Not a single soul moved. Even the dishwasher was quiet. Time seemed to stop as Sans was captivated by the kiss, such a delicate thing. He felt as if he could hold in his hands, like a butterfly, and bring it close to his chest to nurture it. So beautiful and fragile. As if even the smallest move might break it forever. So he stayed still. So did Grillby.

It wasn't forceful, just a light peck on the mouth, though it lasted a lot longer than that. He felt his eyes flutter closed. He didn't want it to end. But, what was he doing? Kissing another male, and his BEST FRIEND/CUSTOMER at THAT! Seriously, what would this do to his business? His friend? His life? He didn't care. Right now, it was just total bliss.

Sans closed his eyes too, pushing forward gently, mimicking a kiss, wishing so badly that he could have lips to show Grillby a good time. He tried his best, and from the force that he felt pushed back onto him, his partner was enjoying it.

Moments turned into minutes, and the two stayed entranced, their souls beating in time with each other, playing the soft music that could only by directed by love. Eventually, the two were forced to break apart, panting for breath and avoiding eye contact as each blushed frantically.

Touching did not cease though, and Sans' eyes widened as he felt Grillby's hot hand slide across his jacket, petting it teasingly. He scrunched his face and mustered a groan as the bartenders sneaky fingers worked their way back up to the zipper, giving it a nice tug, and unzipping it, revealing a white T that clung loosely to the skeleton's frame.

Once again, he danced his fingers along Sans' front, dragging them neatly across his ribcage, bending down to kiss each individual bone of his chest, his soul glowing powerfully behind his shirt. A soft groan made Grillby's flames flare brighter, and he kept up his devious act, teasing at the fabric.

Soon, he came back up and flicked his tongue across the line of Sans jaw, leaving wet smears in his wake. Sans squirmed beneath him, becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure. Drool dripped from his open mouth, hung with ecstasy, and Grillby licked it up, grinning at him.

A stray hand slid beneath his shirt and dragged across his spine, sending tingles of excitement through his body. Sans fell back, thudding heavily onto the floor with Grillby towering over him, pushing down heavily into his pelvis. His opened jacket laid on either side of him, his arms spread out about it, and Grillby's arms slid across the soft inside, making their way further up Sans' back.

A glowing blue tongue flickered into existence in Sans' mouth, and he licked neatly at Grillby, catching his lips gently. Grillby cooed at him, admiring his magic trick, and took full advantage of it, slamming his mouth back against Sans' grin and fighting with the flickering magic.

Hot orange and chilly blue swirled together, sliding slickly across one another, mixing spit and sweat in between their bond. Muffled moans escaped in the spaces between them, and a rise came to Grillby's lower half, nudging blissfully into Sans' shorts, where something glowed in the black depths of material.

Sans' arms wrapped around Grillby's back and his hips pulled upwards, his movements pleading to Grillby. They began to breath heavily, mouths together, though noses apart, and Grillby felt grasped onto Sans' spine, his hand wrapping around it entirely and moving along its length, sending jittery delight into the skeleton all over again.

His free hand stayed at Sans side, holding him above the monster, and soon he had to pull away from touching Sans as so, instead reaching down so slowly to unbutton his pants, though he made it so he touched Sans the entire trip towards them. Just when his fingers had found their mark, a buzzing in his back pocket stopped him.

A simple alarm went off, and Grillby jolted upwards, looking about as if an army had surrounded him.

"Oh no.." He muttered, standing up and frantically making his way to the counter, staggering to stop and falling against it. Sans frowned and sat up, his shirt falling back down to cover his exposed bones. His jacked hung onto his arms and he slid them back into it correctly, standing up too and approaching Grillby worriedly.

"What is it, Grillbz? Things were just started to heat up."

"It's 5 o'clock, Sans. Opening time." At that Sans went stock still, his eye flashing blue in an instant as panic swelled through him. He smudged out the magic.

"Do you- think someone s-saw-?" Sans stopped there, looking up at Grillby with wide eyes, and Grillby wanted to kiss him then. But he couldn't.

"No, I don't think so, but we can't be too careful." He sounded too calm for their situation, and Sans envied him for that aspect.

"Uh.. what should we do?" Sans asked skeptically, using his sleeve to wipe at the saliva that had been collecting at the corner of his mouth. He looked down to see the glowing in his shorts, and promptly zipped his jacket, pulling it down to hide his excitement. Grillby watched him and felt another wave of wanting flow through him. He noticed his own problem.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he turned off the now annoying alarm, hurriedly rushing into the kitchen where he grabbed a waist apron off of a hook, tying it on and letting it hang loose in a wild attempt to hide his growing boner. 

Sans was still in the same spot as before, staring stupidly at the counter, his hands still caught at the bottom of his jacket.

He looked up as the door swung open and Grillby appeared behind the counter in his usual spot. Sans was impressed by how natural he was already acting.

"Heh.. You seem to be cool despite being made of fire." It was meant to be funny, but it came out strangled and nervous, matching the look on the skeleton's face.

Grillby didn't respond as he cleaned the taps quickly, having done it for years. He stood quickly and nodded to Sans, who looked still looked like a child caught with its hand in a cookie jar.

Sighing, he went around the counter, sliding his hand across the polished top and knelt in front of the smaller monster, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Just act natural. I'll get you some ketchup and you can pretend to be drunk if you'd like." Sans looked back at him with an unreadable expression, his curious pupils swaying slightly as he searched Grillby's.

Giving a breathy laugh the bartender leaned in quickly to plant a delicate peck against the skeleton's strained grin, smiling when he flushed.

"No one saw. We'll be okay."

He stood quickly, his apron swaying from the movement and hurried to the front door to the resturant, flipping on the 'open' sign and unlocking the door.

When he turned around he was pleased to see his friend already sitting in his usual spot, leaning his elbow against the counter, his head propped in his hand.

"That's more like it."

"Like what?"

"Exactly." Sans chuckled and watched Grillby return to his position at the counter, picking up a freshly washed mug to wipe down with his rag.

Everything seemed normal. It continued as monsters began to pour in, taking spots through out the tables and booths and ordering as they always did.

Sans smiled and crossed his arms on the counter top, completely content with sitting alone among the row of stools. He was lost in thought when the squeak of metal under weight startled him back to reality.

"Hey, there Sans! Been awhile, hasn't it?" He felt beads of sweat slide down his skull as Dogamy patted his back affectionately.

"How's it going with you and Papyrus?" Dogamy asked, his head tilted to the side as he peered at the skeleton.

"G-good. How about you and Dogaressa?" The words were forced from his throat and were a bit shaky, but at the very least they came through.

"Great! We're thinking about maybe taking a few days from work and being ourselves, if you know what I mean." The dog nudged him with a hearty laugh, keeping to himself afterwards when he didn't get the reaction he had wanted.

Sans made some small talk with the guard, silently screaming as Dogamy's wife, Dogaressa, came to sit next to him as well, on the opposite side the skeleton.

They were having a good laugh about Lesser Dog and snow poffs when Dogaressa stopped, her ears perking as she sniffed at the air, a curious look in her eyes.

"What's that smell?" She wondered a loud, her muzzle raised as she tried to place her paw on it.

"Is it.. Pancakes?" She gave Sans a pecilular look as the scent seemed to be emitting from him. He stiffened and smiled shakily, his soul sinking in his chest as he searched for an excuse.

"I-I made b-breakfast this morning.." He managed, looking away as soon as he could without gaining suspicion. Dogaressa seemed content with the answer and was about to finish her conversation when she was cut off by the presence of another smell.

"Sans.. Why do you smell like.. Fire?" At that Grillby who had been standing a bit of a ways away counseling a drunk bunny stiffened, his soul shaking.

Sans' mouth opened but nothing came out as his eyes went dark, his smile nearly fading from existence. What do I say? I don't know what to tell them! Even if I did come up with something they probably wou-

A soft chuckle from behind made him whip around, looking up with a fearful expression to see Grillby standing in all his glory, like a guardian angel of fire.

"He burned them. I was surprised that the sprinklers didn't go off when I caught him this morning!" He smiled reassuringly at the spooked monster, who mentally grasped at the calm and warmth that the other had on his features.

"Hah! Is that so?" Dogamy grinned at Sans, his sharp, canine teeth showing as he curled his lip back, a sense of humor in his eyes.

"Y-yeah! I.. Uh.. Thought that I would try and make breakfast as a surprise for my old pal here, but the only thing I gave him was a near heart attack!" His smile spread onto his mouth as if it had never been missing in the first place, his body warming as laughter filled the dinner.

After awhile of hoots and howlers, things seemed to go back as they normally would be, only the slightest hint of concerned still painted within Sans' mind. It was small enough where if he thought of something else, it wouldn't bother him much.

He was contemplating going home when a loud clang and sound of something shattering startled him. He looked up to see a bewildered Grillby standing alone with his hands empty.

"Whoops.." The bartender bend down alloys to pick up the broken remains I the mug he had been cleaning, his body language prostrating as if he had shouted it how nervous he still was.

Sans stood up and hurried to the kitchen, grabbing a garbage can to help clean up. When he came back out he found the fire elemental squatting beneath the counter, trying to pick up the sharp glass. 

"Woah, calm down there. big guy. I'll get it." When Grillby protested, worried he would cut himself, Sans held up his skeletal hands and moved his fingers around, calming the bartender.

"I'll hold the garbage at the very least.." Grillby mumbled and quickly began to clean the mess. The two where nearly done when the sweet jingling of the door bell alerted Grillby. He looked towards the skeleton with a panicked expression to find the monster's warm smile facing him. 

"Okay, I just need to see who's here." He stood briskly and peered over the counter, leaving Sans below him and went stock still when his eyes landed on the new customer, his glasses reflecting their figure. 

Sans curiously poked his head out in time to see Grillby fix his glasses, his other hand hanging by his side. He was about to tug on his sleeve when an all to familiar voice stopped him in his tracks. 

"HELLO GRILLBY! IT IS A PLEASURE TO SEE YOU! SPEAKING OF SEEING, HAVE YOU SEEN MY LAZY BROTHER? HE HASN'T BEEN HOME FOR AWHILE!"

Papyrus. Papyrus was here.