It was the middle of the day. The house was cold and it was snowing outside, not heavily but enough to bother Cory a bit. Why did it bother him? It bothered him because his computer was breaking on him. Again. Again? Why yes, again. Why again, because the poor guy couldn’t catch a break. Meaning he couldn’t afford a new one when he desperately needed one. The number of times he’d had his baby repaired… that was hard to say. Too many times, that was for sure. “Stupid thing…” he was somewhere between frustrated and upset at the matter. Especially since he was working on a paper and having trouble now was not something he could afford. Saving after every sentence in paranoia of the bastard thing shutting off again was no good. “I guess I should call… get it fixed… Again.” He groaned a bit at the thought. He didn’t have time for all this nonsense, why couldn’t his computer just break down when he didn’t need it?

With that and Cory’s frustration peaking he decided it was best to get this call over with and just get a technician out there as soon as humanly possible. He ended up having to make several calls because this simply /couldn’t/ wait. The company usually associated with repairs of this nature swore because of the snow fall they wouldn’t be able to get out for several days. That simply wouldn’t do. So he called around to various places that he had heard good things about, FINALLY finding one who said they could send out a technician that day. He hung up the phone and sighed in relief. “Thank God, one less thing to worry about…” he let out another sigh settling down onto the couch. He didn’t even want to deal with his computer anymore until it was fixed. No, he’d just let the anger flow out of him and chill on the couch. That sounded like a grand idea. Just wait for that technician to come out. Yeah. That was the plan.

"Are you serious?" Ever asked over the phone as he whined and stretched out his arms onto the table. He couldn't have heard right. Him, come out to work in this kind of weather? "You questionin' me, Ever?" his boss asked him, causing the blonde in spikes to zip his mouth and freeze. He's even lucky he's still having a company handle him and his ways. Not all would accept a flirtatious guy like him, after all. He usually flirted with his customers and went as far as to sleeping with some of them. He gets reprimanded because of his habits, of course, but his work was just something the company couldn't let go.

Jonathan Ever, after all, was one of those genius when it came to anything with computers. If it broke down, he could fix it enough to make it look new, make old computers work like new models with just the parts replaced, and even designed to the customers' liking. He's good with his hands - both in work and in bed - but the company didn't keep him for the latter.

"No, sir. Not at all," he said with a shake of his head even though he was well aware that his boss wouldn't be able to see him do that, "I'll go right ahead. Where did you say it was, again?" Jonathan wrote down the address on a sticky note he had on his white board - just in front of his desk where he had a littered mess of computer parts and tools. Once he was done writing and his boss had said his final words, he'd blinked at the warning: "Surely, you won't sleep with this one. This is male." Knowing quite well about his co-workers' habits of betting on him, he grinned and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "If he's not good-looking enough sir, I think you'll win the bet." There was a scowl in the other line and Ever laughed merrily. Well then, he thought, I better be off. Pausing momentarily, though, he looked at his tools and his open tool box. Right after I fix everything.

Jonathan Ever arrived at the front doors of his new customer. It was pretty damn cold outside so he'd worn a really thick jacket over his clothes: black polo shirt that had a few buttons from the top left undone, dark blue denims that hugged his legs and to complete the attire, a pair of black boots that crunched along the snow when he threaded with them. He was sure he wouldn't be able to take them into the house but he'd worn them anyway. They made his feet dry, at least. Over his head was a wool-knit cap and a slightly tinted goggles resting just around his neck. He needed them just in case he'd need to solder. His glasses always did slide down the bridge of his nose whenever he'd sweat.

He felt like the time was passing slowly, not that he’d been looking at a clock or anything, and instead he’d resorted to staring out of the window of the house and watching the snow fall. He had to admit that watching the snow as it accumulated was not the best way to pass, or even calculate time as it passed. But that was at least better than the low growl that he emitted nearly every time he looked at his computer as he waited. Cory lacked some patience when he had nothing to do, or rather, when he had something to do but was unable to do it. At least when it came to college he was a hard worker so the assignment he was working on wasn’t due for a fair length of time. This computer set back would not set him back too much. That was probably all he was grateful for.

More time passed, finally what he had been waiting for happened. Cory opened the front door, on the inside he was very happy, perhaps excited. Yeah, his computer meant that much to him. Cory being without his computer was like a woman without her newborn child. A slightly strange comparison? Completely possible, but it was basically true. Outwardly he was completely calm though, perhaps even looking fairly bored. “You are the technician, right?” Despite the fact that knew that had to be the answer, it was only right to be sure, not that he was expecting anyone else regardless.

Cory stepped out of the way of the doorway and pointed without even looking in the direction of his computer. It was only then that he let out a sigh of disappointment, simply at his computer. Clearly still frustrated by the matter he spoke, “That’s the one, right there,” still he couldn’t convince himself to look at his computer.

He looked the other man over, trying to get a feel for his demeanor. Cory had to admit he never much liked having people in his house, even if they had a job to do, so he hoped this wasn’t going to take forever. He knew it would take some time, but how much was simply going to be a test of his patience, after all it seemed to take longer and longer each time. Other times the technicians were just completely incompetent. Sometimes he wondered about the reliability of others, truly.

Finally he closed the door, he realized he’d left it open only after he snapped away from his thoughts. Now he probably seemed somewhat scatter brained, but he wasn’t terribly. There was another quick, but entirely pointless conversation in his head about where he intended to be while all this ‘nonsense’ went on. He settled for the floor. The floor? Not even he knew why, just seemed like a good idea to him at the time, he hated standing for some reason, and the couch, well, the couch had worn out its welcome with him when he was waiting for this man to arrive.

It was love at first sight. Well, he didn't really feel love but damn, would he want to bring this customer of his to bed. He wasn't bad looking and in this cold weather, it always is good to have a body with you. Jonathan adjusted his glasses a little to try and hide the slight tinge of pink that appeared on his cheeks. "Yes, sir. I am the technician." He just had to emphasize that word as if he were showing off that he was good with what he does. Well, technically, he is despite his habit, which was why the company couldn't let him go and instead, put his habit into good use (some easy money through betting).

When he'd seen Cory point towards some place without looking at it, he'd leaned forward with his hand tucked into his pocket so he could peek in and see. Ah. There she was. Looks exhausted, was the first comment he could think of before he'd nodded and smiled brightly at his current customer. "She'll be in good hands with me," he started before he'd welcomed himself into the other's place even though he hadn't, well, really been invited in. "Do you want me to just fix her?" he asked as he'd put his toolbox down and took off his coat. He'd kneeled down in one knee to start working on his boots. He was guessing the guy wouldn't want snow to clean in his place.

Jonathan looked up again at Cory who was seated on the floor. He'd blinked, of course, in surprise and smiled slightly in amusement. A pretty and strange guy. It always were these types that Jonathan liked. He may not be really handsome himself or pretty, for that matter, but he, at least, had the charm. "I could make her stop completely crashing on you, y'know. But... that'd take a while with all this snow." He needed to stay longer if he wanted to see his chances with this guy. He supposed he's just going to have to apologize to his boss later.

’He’d better hope so…’ he thought to himself about the man’s comment about his computer ‘being in good hands.’ He just wasn’t the kind to trust words usually, but he did suppose the man was his last hope if he planned to get his computer fixed any time soon. Cory wasn’t one of the most social of people which was apparent by his behavior. He was hoping things would happen without much conversation but with his luck that would never happen. He mouthed a very small ‘thank you’ to the man when he’d taken off his shoes. ’At least he has decent manners, better than the last one.’ he laughed a little to himself when he remembered the last time he’d had his computer repaired on site. It had been a nightmare and a half. Not only had he seemed even more clueless than Cory himself could be to the workings of computers but he was rude, gluttonous and invasive. Never in his life had he dealt with a man who was paid to do a job who felt he could wander around his house commenting on everything and asking for food. Drink was one thing, but food? Cory snapped back to reality just in time to not make his comment seem like he hadn’t been paying attention. “Just do whatever you have to do.”

He groaned slightly at the comment that followed, it would take time. Time was something he didn’t have, or no, it was patience he didn’t have. He’d deal with it, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. Not in the least. It took enough restraint just to act like he normally did when it came to things that would test his patience. “I guess it can’t be helped. As long as you fix it up, I’ll be happy though. So I guess it’s fine…” Cory was at least a little distraught by the matter but he wouldn’t think on it any further. What had to be done, had to be done, there was no way around that.

Though… his own social awkwardness was showing a bit. It didn’t happen when he was in public or with friends, but when he was alone with people he always had trouble. He couldn’t even more than glance at this guy anymore. He told himself it was just because to look at him from where he was sitting now he’d have to look at his computer. That was something he refused to look at, even from the corner of his eye. Which made conversation awkward, since he wouldn’t look anywhere but down into his lap, or towards the window, anywhere the other man wasn’t really would do for him.

It wasn't hard to see that the other didn't socialize much. He didn't seem like the type to chat, too, since he seemed to hesitate having a conversation with him. "Then, I'll make her look brand new for you," he said with a grin, "You won't even need to worry about her crashing again after she goes through me." Picking up his tool box, he went to where the computer was and put his toolbox onto the chair. The man double-checked the system first. It wouldn't turn on. Looks like she's gone through a lot too, he thought as he'd started to unplug the wires. The first thing he did was fold them well and stack them up. He won't be needing them for now.

Jonathan cracked the CPU next after he'd unscrewed the screws. He put the case aside, checked the parts and clicked his tongue. "She's been tampered with how many times?" he asked the owner, looking over his shoulder for a second or two. When he'd realized his question, he'd decided to rephrase it. "What I mean is, how many times have you had her fixed?" Cory was lucky he'd brought most of the parts that needed replacement. Adjusting his glasses with the back of his fingers, he sighed. "'cause honestly speaking, she's going to need to go through surgery if she were a person. The last one who fixed her must be a loony."

The male paused for a second to tug up his sleeves. "Do you happen to have any rag?" he asked him as he'd put his hand on the table and looked back again at Cory, "It'll be nice if you could help me clean some of your babies here." Giving him a rather charming and friendly smile, Jonathan waited for the other to reply.