Merome oneshot - I was listening to some random songs and I heard these two and this oneshot came to mind! Hopes ya'lls enjoy! Laika out!

Songs:

- 'Cherry Pie' by Warrent

- 'Big Spender' by Shirley Bassey

Mitch sighed as he got ready for work.

Sat in his dressing room at the back of the club, he was waiting for his time slot in the booth.

Working as a lap dancer - Benja was his stage name - at 'Rogues' was hardly his dream job, but until a real one came up, he was stuck here.

Fixing his hair in the mirror and smoothing down his sleeveless cuffs, he put the final touches to his signature 'butler' look.

He snapped on the uncomfortable leather thong and did a few stretches before his eleven o'clock booking.

He had been specifically requested by a very high paying customer, although Mitch had never met him before.

Most of his usual clients were creep old men, so he didn't think it would be any different this time around.

Finally finished, he strode out of the dressing room and, using a little wiggle in his step, made his way over to the VIP booth.

Rolling his shoulders, he took a deep breath and slipped in to his awaiting client.

Sitting in the hot seat was a bacca hybrid, in his early twenties, with neatly brushed brunet fur and a blue business suit on.

He struck Mitch as being rather attractive with rugged good looks, and he could see the muscle ripple in his arms as he gripped the chair, making Mitch a little turned on - Mitch always had a thing for hybrids, not that it mattered in this job - and he wondered why such a handsome, sophisticated looking man would be doing in a seedy joint as 'Rogues'.

Usually the more refined characters would go down to the upscale 'Lush Lads' a little further up the street, where there was no limit to the 'customer experience' as they put it.

He pushed these thoughts to one side and focused on the job at hand.

"Ahem" he coughed, making the bacca jump slightly and look in his direction.

As seductively as he could, Mitch snaked his way over to his client and immediately started the straddle him.

"Well hello there big boy. What's a fine looking beast like you doing in a place like this?" he purred into the other mans ear, slowly rubbing his hands up and down his torso and shoulders.

"What's your name hot stuff?" Mitch asked, continuing his routine to build up the client.

"J-Jerome." he stammered out.

"Hmmmm, Jerome. What would you like me to do to you? You know, I've always been complimented on my rodeo skills. Would you like to see?" Mitch simpered, sitting up on Jerome's lap and starting to grind, rolling his slender hips like he was ridding a bull.

A soft moan escaped the baccas lips. "A-Actually, I'm here to see you Benja." he breathed, trying not to let more moans of pleasure out.

Mitch chuckled, grinding deeper. "Yes, I heard that I was requested. Anything catch your eye?"

Jerome sighed and put his hands on Mitch's shoulder, signalling him to stop, making Mitch confused.

"Well, I saw you in here a few weeks ago, at a friends bachelor party, and heard from some of the other dancers that you were looking for another job. Well, I came in here to offer you one."

Mitch just sat there, on the mans lap, dumbfounded. Was this real? Had a customer just given him the chance to get out of here?

"Wh-wha... really?" Mitch said, sliding off his knee and crouching at eye level with the bacca.

"Yes, 100%. I know you hate working here, and you do have excellent customer service skills," he grinned and Mitch glared jokingly.

"The pays good enough, plus whatever tips you make. There's even lodgings if needed."

Mitch didn't know what to say. No one had ever been this good to him, and he long ago thought his luck ran out.

"But why me?" he asked quietly, staring into the baccas eyes.

Jerome paused for a moment before replying.

Behind the charade, here was a sweet, innocent boy, who just needed help, Jerome thought, gazing back into the other mans big caramel eyes.

"Because sometimes you've got to go with your instinct, and mine said you would be a good worker. So, what do you say?"

Mitch thought for a second, then smirked. "When do I start?"

Jerome laughed and stood up, and Mitch did the same.

"How about next Monday? But when you turn up, refer to me as Jerome rather than hot stuff." he said winking.

Mitch blushed and the two walked out of the booth talking about random stuff.

"So, Benja, what's your real name? I need to put something on the paycheck." Jerome asked, chuckling. They stopped just outside the dresser.

"Mitchell, Mitchell Hughes, but please, call me Mitch." he said, sticking out his hand which the bacca took, and shook it.

"Jerome Aceti. Nice to meet you Mitch." he said, taking his hand.

Mitch grabbed Jerome's hand and walked him through to his own dressing room.

"I'll just get into a better set of clothes then we can go. Did you say that the lodgings were free for employees?" Mitch inquired, slipping off his cuffs and bow tie, and jumping into a pair of grey sweat pants.

"Yep as long as the working hours are 30 or more a week. The ones available are right above the shop as well so transport won't be an issue."

Mitch threw on his gym shirt and started filling his rucksack with clothes and possessions.

"Er, what are you doing?" Jerome asked, confused.

Mitch looked back up. "Well, since I'm quitting, I need to pack up my stuff. This was my bedroom as well as my dresser."

Jerome bit his lip and frowned. "Um, Mitch, the lodgings aren't available yet for a fortnight... was this really were you slept?"

Mitch paused.

Well fuck.

He couldn't stay here after he quit, and he certainly wasn't going to stay working here for another two weeks.

"Where am I going to stay?" he whispered, sitting on the floor, tears almost on his eyes.

Jerome went over to his side crouching down, and placed a hand on the younger mans shoulder.

"Well... I know it's a bit soon, I mean you've only just met me, but, I've got a spare couch. You could stay at my apartment, just until yours is ready."

Taken back by his generosity, Mitch sat there, wide eyed, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Jerome nodded.

Suddenly Mitch had a thought, and stood and backed up defensively, fists clenched.

"Wait the fuck up! How do I know you're who you say you are? I mean, you could be a rapist or murderer for all I know. Why would you want me, a homeless lap dancer of all people, to come back with you after offering him a 'job'. How do I know this job even exists?"

Jerome stopped, tension in the air thick and heavy, then shrugged.

"What does your gut say? I went with mine and it brought me to you. Listen to it every now and then."

Mitch thought for a moment about what he said.

The bacca hadn't done a thing to harm him so far, and one glance into his deep brown eyes told Mitch he would never do so.

Mitch blinked, before grinning wildly. "Let's go!"

Jerome chuckled and said "Come on then biggums, let's go home."

He clamped his hand over his mouth. Do he really just call Mitch biggums? Mitch arched his eyebrow at the comment, but shrugged it off.

Mitch grabbed his coat and walked out of the room and past the bar to the exit.

"Hey, Benja, you still got three hours here!" the bartender, Mitch's manager shouted.

"Well you know what Nick? I quit!" he replied laughing, grabbing Jerome's hand and dragging him out of the door, ignoring his ex boss's cries of protest.

"So," Mitch began, "Where do you live?"

Jerome beckoned him to follow and walked to an expensive looking Mercedes in the parking lot.

"Only about 20 minutes away from here. Come on its cold." he said.

Mitch held back, unsure whether to get in with the stranger or not. Could he really put his fragile trust this person he only just met?

"Well, what are you waiting for? It's freezing out here and you're hardly dressed for it!" Jerome called, starting the car.

Mitch gulped and nervously opened the passenger door. He looked at the smooth leather upholstery and grimaced.

"Er, Jerome, do you have a jacket I could sit on? It's just, you know, leather on leather?" he muttered, gesturing down to himself.

Although the he had sweatpants on, he knew how uncomfortable it would be to sit on the seats with a leather thong on.

"Oh yeah, of course." Jerome removed his suit jacket and then his jumper, laying it on the seat.

Mitch bit his lip when he saw how tight the older mans shirt was, his well defined abs clearly visible through it.

No Mitch, don't do it, don't fall for your future boss or possible axe murderer, he thought to himself.

He gingerly sat down, squirming slightly trying to adjust the tight underwear through his sweatpants.

Jerome pulled out of the parking lot and began driving north.

There was an awkward silence in the car until Jerome cleared his throat.

"So, Mitch, tell me about yourself."

Mitch sighed and looked out the window.

"Where do I start? Well firstly, I was born in Montreal, Canada and lived there until I was 14. My family and I move here to New Jersey after my mother died. It was just me and my father living in an apartment above a bar. I remember how when I came home the regulars at the bar would always smile and say hey. I thought it was kinda cool, I mean I was a kid who lived on a bar!

"But then, when I started high school, I realised I was gay. I had never really noticed girls, but seemed to see guys as, well, kinda attractive. I was confused for about a year, trying to date both genders until I came to the conclusion that I liked guys.

"On my 18th birthday, I decided to tell my dad. It... didn't really go down well. He yelled at me a lot, telling me how it was wrong and how it was a sin blah blah blah. But that night he kicked me out. I stayed at a friends house for a few weeks while I was trying to look for a job and a place to stay. Nothing substantial came up, just a few part time jobs, and I couldn't find anywhere I could afford to rent.

"So one day some guy comes up to me while I was working at the reception at this gym. He says he can offer me a job with a reasonable salary, good hours and very little work. All he needed to see was how I looked without a shirt. I worked out - one of the perks of working at a gym - but I didn't think I was that hench. Once I did he said I was perfect and I ended up working at 'Rogues'. They gave me the dresser which I used to sleep in cus my fried was getting pissed off with me mooching of her, and well, I started living there.

"I tried dating, but every guy I had was jealous of my working there. I tried to tell them it was just a job, but they all left anyway. I stopped dating for a while altogether, just until I got another job and, well, here we are!"

Mitch grinned triumphantly at Jerome's slack jaw and wide eyes.

"Wow, that's... quite a story. I'm sorry to here about, you know, your dad and all. If it helps, my family weren't exactly thrilled when I came out to them either." Jerome sighed slightly, and the awkward silence resumed.

Mitch was the first to break it again. "So, boss, tell me about you."

Jerome chuckled slightly and replied. "Well for starters, I was born in a genetics research lab in Denver. This was before the Hybrids Act 1995, so naturally I moved to New Jersey when I was a baby along with the others. My creators deemed me a failure, as I was not full bacca. They farmed me out to an orphanage for hybrids after the act was decreed, and when I was 6, I was adopted by my parents.

"Being a hybrid, I didn't have a lot of friends and throughout high school I was just the nerdy loner. I thought if I studied well and got a good job, work out, get a nice house, I'd get respect. But when I got my degree in business management I was still judged by my appearance. I mean, some guys like their lovers a little hairy, but covered head to toe in three inch long fur?"

He chuckled bitterly. "I had a string of short relationships, nothing longer than two months, but for the majority of my life I've been alone. I don't mind it really, sometimes it just helps me focus on my work ya know? Anyways, three years ago I managed to open my own coffee shop and get my own place nearby. It took off surprisingly well and soon the money was rolling in. I mainly employ people who need the job rather than want it. You'll meet the others tomorrow at the employee conference. I think you'll like them, they're all pretty weird and funny, they like to joke around."

Jerome glanced back to Mitch sheepishly as the other nodded in surprise.

"Sounds like you've had it pretty rough dood." Mitch said softly, and Jerome simply looked away smiling sadly.

Jerome pulled up to the curb outside a house on a very fancy looking row of houses.

Getting out and motioning for Mitch to do the same, he went up to the front door of Number 10 and unlocked it, pulling them both in.

Mitch gasped in amazement when he saw the interior.

The hall was painted a pale green and had a lush, emerald green carpet stretching all the way to the stairs, which were made of beautifully carved dark oak.

He stepped in, staring up and gawking at everything. A chandelier hung down from the ceiling, smoky Quartz studded along the fixture, giving the room a warm glowing atmosphere.

Mitch turned to Jerome in awe, who had his hand on his neck and looking down bashfully.

"Yeah, I get that reaction a lot. It is pretty sweet ain't it?" Mitch nodded and followed Jerome into the lounge, which was decorated with simple black table and couch, a flat screen mounted on the wall. It was painted the same colour as the hall and had the same carpet.

Jerome set down Mitch's backpack on the couch and flicked on the TV.

"Watch what you like, I'm going to order pizza." He left the room and Mitch plopped down in the recliner.

He winced and stood back up. It was leather.

Grumbling, he took off his sweat pants and shirt, once more in nothing but an uncomfortably tight thong.

Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a pair of red Calvin Klein boxers and tossed them onto the table.

As he bent down and peeled off the tight clingy underwear, he heard a stuttered gasp and a glass break from behind.

He whipped around to see a blushing Jerome, now in nothing but navy sweatpants, his face a deep shade of red - even his fur didn't help cover it up - with glass all around the now soaked floor.

"S-sorry, um, I-I didn't know you w-were um..." he stammered out.

He bent down hurriedly and started picking up the glass shards. He yelped as he dropped one bit on his hand, a large gash appearing on his palm.

Mitch quickly pulled on his boxers and ran over to the blushing bacca, crouching down and helping him.

"It's ok dood. Here, careful handling these sharp bits, let me do it."

Mitch carefully swept up all the glass and placed it in the nearby trash. He then help Jerome over to the sink and ran the tap over his wound.

Jerome hissed as the cold water stung his hand, the blood washed away down the drain.

"Stay here I'll get some gauze and patch you up. Where is the medical stuff?"

Jerome gritted his teeth from the pain and pointed to a small set of draws in the hall. Mitch went over and opened it, unsure which out of the three draws he was talking about.

In the top draw there was a row of pill bottles and medicine packets, nothing of use to Mitch.

In the second draw was somethings that made Mitch cringe.

A bottle of strawberry flavoured lube, a pack of extra large Durex condoms, a set of handcuffs and a few copies of hardcore porn magazines, with a suspiciously sticky looking substance over some of the covers, making Mitch blush at the thought.

He quickly shut it, and opened the last one, relieved to find all he needed to wrap up Jerome's hand.

He returned with the supplies and looked up at the blushing man, who had seen him open the middle draw.

Mitch bandaged up the wound and chuckled at Jerome, who couldn't look him in the eye.

"Dood relax, it's not like I haven't seen that stuff before, especially in my line of work."

Jerome gave a sheepish smile and the two went back to the living room.

"How did you even drop the glass, you goof? Too busy checking out my ass?" Mitch smirked making the bacca look away.

Jerome gulped, blushing like mad. "I, er, I-I..."

Mitch took the opportunity and looked Jerome up and down.

He noticed how muscular his arms were, especially since he was all tensed up ant the moment.

His torso was lean and he had a toned six pack, surprisingly visible through all his fur.

Mitch bit his lip, slightly aroused. He had a weird feeling in his stomach, something he had not felt before.

He felt happy and relaxed around Jerome, Jerome had even managed to make him laugh and smile, like no one had for a long time.

He couldn't be falling for his new boss right? Mitch laughed nervously, and looked at the floor.

"Well I'm going to hit the hay. Thanks again biggums, for everything."

Jerome raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You do know what that means in bacca right?"

Mitch shook his head confused and Jerome smiled. "It doesn't matter anyway. Goodnight G. Tomorrow I'll take you down to the conference and see about setting you up. See ya in the morning!"

Mitch grinned and nodded as Jerome walked out, closing the door behind. Mitch flopped down, exhausted. He stared at the ceiling thinking about Jerome.

Yes, he definitely had a major crush - on his boss.

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The next day, Jerome got up early and walked down into the kitchen. He saw Mitch in the kitchen and froze.

He was cooking at the stove in nothing but his boxers.

Jerome bit his lip, eyes roaming all over the other mans body.

He looked so sexy in there, his messy bed-hair looked hot on him, his ass was small and round, and - stop it Jerome, you just met him!

Sure he was cute and was quite flirtatious being an ex stripper, but dayum, he was still his employee, and temporary flatmate!

"Morning biggums" Mitch chirped, plating up the pancakes he was cooking.

Jerome chuckled to himself when he heard Mitch say 'biggums' again. I'm glad he doesn't know what it means, he thought.

"You don't have to do this you know" Jerome muttered, sitting down at the table with Mitch and picking up the maple syrup, lathering up his pancakes.

"Well it's the least I could do boss, after all the shit you've done for me, I might as well return the favour."

Jerome just grunted, wolfing down his breakfast and quickly getting up to go get ready.

"Thanks. We've got a couple hours until we have to go to that conference. Leave the dishes in the sink and meet me in the hall when you're done."

Mitch nodded and wiped his mouth, getting up and walking to the living room.

Looking through he pulled out a plain button down shirt, a pair of skinny jeans and his bow tie.

Might as well look smart he thought with a smile, putting them on.

He straightened up and went to the hall, leaning against he wall waiting.

He heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see Jerome coming down. His breathing hitched as he saw what he was wearing.

Carrying a suit bag, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his fur was wet, clearly showing his chiseled body.

"Sorry dood, five minutes then we'll go" he said rubbing the back of his neck, reaching the foot of the stairs.

Mitch just stared, mouth open like a fish. Jerome raised an eyebrow, noticing Mitch's fluster look.

"Like what you see?" he purred getting close to Mitch, hanging the suit on the doorframe. Mitch looked up at him, and bit his lip.

"Kinda yeah..." he whispered, staring into his chocolatey eyes with lust.

Jerome chuckled and put his hands on Mitch's waist, bringing them closer together. "We have time. The conference doesn't start until eleven..."

Mitch moaned slightly as Jerome's hands began to roam all over his body.

He couldn't help it, he grabbed the back of Jerome's neck and kissed him roughly, catching the bacca by surprise, and started sucking in his tongue.

Jerome, pushed them against the wall and held Mitch's hands above his head as he pulled his lips back, a string of saliva connecting them. Mitch smirked.

"Tell me what biggums means" he whispered into Jerome's ear.

"Well, loosely translated, it means 'majestic stud'." he replied, nibbling on Mitch's ear.

Mitch giggled and pushed Jerome off him.

"You know, I didn't get to finish that dance last night. How about I get the job done properly, seeing as it's my last one, and take this to the bedroom?" he purred seductively, using the sexiest stripper voice he could muster.

Jerome snapped, and let out a low carnal growl.

He picked up Mitch, kissing him with force, and Mitch wrapped his legs around his waist, arms around his neck holding on tight.

He carried Mitch down the hall back toward the staircase, stopping when he reached the draws.

He opened the middle draw and removed the handcuffs, lube and condom.

"I think we'll be needing these." he muttered.

Mitch smirked into the kiss and threaded his fingers through Jerome's fur, tugging at it, making the bacca groan.

Carrying the shorter boy to his room, Jerome smiled and thought about work. The shop can wait, he thought, he can be late just this once.

Smexiness begins ;)

He laid Mitch down on the bed, kissing him all over, and got on top of him.

"I love your bow tie biggums, leave that on while I fuck you." Jerome mumbled into Mitchell ear, while ripping off the strippers jeans and boxers.

Mitch moaned and unbuttoned his shirt, careful to only leave his tie on.

Jerome's towel dropped, leaving them both completely naked. Mitch flipped them, so he was on top.

He sat up and got off the confused bacca, smirking devilishly. He turned, got on his knees and straddled Jerome, his ass grinding down on the baccas hard member.

He's big, he thought, as he listened to Jerome's pleas for more.

"Do you like that daddy? Does daddy like it when I do that?" he asked, grinding harder.

Jerome let out a throaty growl! He had a daddy kink!

"Yeah, grind more for daddy like a good boy, and daddy will give you a reward." he grunted.

Mitch threw his head back as Jerome grabbed his member, pumping it hard.

"Oh yeah daddy, more please!" Jerome flipped them again, so he was in between Mitch's legs, hand still pumping his member.

"Does Benja want daddy to fuck him?" he moaned, Mitch's legs now wrapped around him.

Mitch's breath hitched when he called him by his stage name.

"Yes please daddy! But... please be gentle daddy, you're so big!" he whimpered, slightly fearful since it had been a while and Jerome was bigger than he had ever seen.

Jerome's expression softened, and he nodded his head. He opened the condom and after struggling for a bit managed to slip it on.

Grabbing the handcuffs he turned to Mitch, holding them up. Mitch smiled, and put his hands above his head obediently.

Cuffing him to the headboard, Jerome grabbed the lube, and poured some on his fingers.

"You wanna feel daddy's big cock in your tight hole, baby boy?" he said, making Mitch groan and nod furiously.

Jerome smirked, as he lathered up his member with the lube. With the excess, he started to tease Mitch's entrance, circling his now wet with slick hole teasingly.

Mitch whined. "Please daddy, I need you!"

Jerome slipped in a finger, sliding it in and out of Mitch before adding a second and third.

Mitch hissed slightly at the pain, as Jerome scissored him. Once he was stretched out, Jerome removed his fingers and stuck them in Mitch's mouth, allowing the submissive to taste himself.

"Mmmmm, tastes so good..." Mitch moaned. Jerome lined himself up at Mitch's entrance.

"Ready?" he said, looking at Mitch softly. He closed his eyes and nodded.

Jerome pushed in, gasping at how tight he was. Mitch cried out in pain, making Jerome stop and allow him to adjust.

Damn, he really is big!

After a few moments of very gentle thrusts, Mitch told Jerome to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, but soon he was slamming in and out of Mitch like a piston.

"Oh yes daddy, right there!" Mitch screamed, as Jerome pounded into his prostate.

Slamming into him once more, Mitch arched his back as white flashed behind his eyes, cumming on both of their chests.

Jerome groaned as the sight sent him over the edge, filling up the condom.

He quickly undid the handcuffs, rubbing the raw skin that had rubbed as Mitch had been pulling on them.

He pulled out of Mitch and removed the condom, tying it and throwing it away.

They lay down on the bed, panting and sweating. Mitch turned to Jerome.

"That... was... amazing!" Jerome looked at Mitch, and intertwined their hands.

"Yes it was biggums, yes it was." he panted, both of them grinning. Mitch moved closer to Jerome and snuggled into him.

"Maybe those lodgings can wait... if that's ok with you I mean..." he mumbled, looking up at the bacca with hope filled eyes.

Jerome smiled. "Of course. Only if you'll do one thing for me."

Mitch cocked his head questioningly, urging him to go on.

"Be my boyfriend?" Jerome asked nervously.

Mitch laughed and smiled, nodding and planting a kiss on the baccas shoulder.

"Yes my bacca." he muttered, before they both drifted off into a sweet blissful sleep.

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Follow up...

Mitch and Jerome dated for 18 months, before Jerome finally popped the question.

They were married after three years, one of the first hybrid/human weddings to be held between gay couples.

After that Jerome opened more branches of his small shop and soon he and his husband were very rich.

Mitch never got any disrespect for his past from his lover, and his dad finally accepted his sons life choices, even giving a speech at their wedding.

They both decided they didn't want children, so lived happy and healthy lives until the very end, still as in love with each other as the day they met.

There we go! I dint know if I would put smut in his one, but it wen t with the whole stripper thing so, ya know. If you guys have any prompts or songs then leave a suggestion. Luvs yas! Laika out! :3