Trying to get meself back into the swing of things with this farm boy~
You watched him from across the field. His arms bulged in the afternoon sun. Sweat dripping down his brow from his hard days work. You weren't slouching either. A hard working farm hand worth their salt couldn't waste time. You knew he wouldn't let you waste time either, but he gave you a roof over your head and food in your belly. You were grateful for the job, it was hard work, but it was well worth it. Especially when you got to see Stan at work. Part of you felt that he was doing it on purpose. Pulling up his sleeves to show off his arms, or bending over when you walked passed to pick up hay and showing off how tightly his jeans hugged his buttocks. You wanted to believe he felt the same way, that he would want to take your relationship beyond just workmates and friends.
"What you looking at lazy bones." Stan said. He snapped you from your thoughts with a strong arm being wrapped around your shoulder. "We got tonne more hay to move."
"Y-yes sir!" You squeaked. chest feeling tight, you could hardly breath as you realized that your dearest dream of him holding you in his strong arms.
"But hey, you're doing a good job. Keep that up and I might treat you to lunch." He punched your shoulder and gave you a wink.
"I-I..." You tried to catch your breath.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Stan teased.
"I'll hold you to that lunch." You blurted out.
"oh? wanna challenge your boss? You got some balls." Stan stood over you and gave a smug smile. "You sure you wanna keep up that kinda talk? Don't wanna get fired do ya."
"You know i'm the only person you could find." You took a quick breath. Despite Stan speaking with his usual banter, his closeness fried your brain. You couldn't take your eyes off of him,
Stan stared you down. Trying to scare you into backing down. After a few moments he sighed.
"Fine, fine." he rolled his eyes. "I guess you've been working hard. We can grab some burgers from town later. Just don't get lazy."
Stan stepped back and headed back to the bale making machine. You finally took a deep breath, hardly able to think. Was that a date? did he accept a date? did you ask him a date? You didn't have time to consider these thoughts, he was throwing bales at you and you needed to help store them or else your bravery was a waste.