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"Well, it's their loss. And at least you have a backup plan in case this job doesn't work out."

He doesn't say anything, and simply keeps grinning as Kip leans in for the spoonful. He doesn't move it until after Kip takes the bite, pulling it away just so a bit of ice cream smears across his lips.

"You've got something on your lip," he says then, still grinning. "Here, let me help." Then he leans in to kiss Kip soundly, his tongue gently running across his lips.

[gradschool]

"No jinxing me, I really want this one to work out. Do you know the guy works from 7am - 2am? My new boss, I mean. Isn't that insane?" Thankfully, he said Kip (likely) won't be working the same hours.

"I knew it," Kip calls out, about to accuse him, when he picks up on his intentions and seems to warm to the idea quite quickly. One of his arms winds itself around Scott's neck.

"I lied, this is the best way to eat it," he murmurs out, "did you get it all? I think I need a second opinion." Grinning, he lets the tip of his tongue catch not just a drop of the ice cream, but the taste of Scott that lingers on his lips.

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"7 to 2? Every day?" Scott, who does not mind hard work and long hours, looked incredulous. "That's crazy! Does he ever sleep? What are your hours like?"

Scott chuckles as Kip wraps his arms around his neck, and sets his cup and spoon down to pull Kip closer by the waist.

"Mm, your right, I missed a spot," he agreed, then leans down and kisses him again.

[gradschool]

"Every day, he's hoping to cut it down to 7 - 10 once I learn the ropes. He made it a point to remind me that he's more resilient than I am and doesn't need sleep," Kip somehow manages without rolling his eyes, but only just. "He said we wouldn't keep the same hours, just to expect a full schedule. If you get two winky face emojis from me, send help."

Are they even going to get to this food? Humming his approval, he turns and walks Scott backward until his back hits the fridge. As desirable as the food is right now, he's currently partaking in his favorite meal of the day. If he happens to try and sneak his fingertips up and underneath his shirt while hungrily mapping out his mouth, then his fingers must just have a mind of their own.

"Mm, I'll say," he breathes out, "happy to keep you honest, though."

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Scott holds back a laugh. "Noted. But then what are your hours? If he wants to cut down to get out at 10, will you be working until 10? What time is he expecting you to start then?"

Scott hums contentedly in the kiss, his breath hitching a little when he feels the fridge at his back. Feeling the drag of Kip's fingers over his skin sends a shiver down his spine.

"Mm, the food is going to get cold," he says, not that he makes any move to push Kip away. "And the ice cream is going to melt."