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What he did care about, it turned out, was finances. He knew his risk profile— conservative—he understood money—don’t wait for a big pay day, save incrementally and invest in a diversified portfolio—and he scoffed, gratifyingly, when Chris explained that Brendan, who Joq seemed to remember from the incessant phone calls, insisted Chris sell assets to expand.
“Leverage the equity in your company if you’re going well and get your loan there,” Joq said.
“Exactly!” Chris exclaimed as their plates were cleared and the waiter asked if they’d like dessert and coffee. Chris was amazed to realise he did. He wanted to get Joq home and put his hands all over him, kiss him more than anything else, but he wanted to keep this going too.
“I’d love to see the menu if Joaquin would?” he looked at him.
Joq smiled, and Chris swore it was the first time he’d let his guard down; Chris hadn’t noticed it fully before, but he could see the guard clearly when it went down and he agreed with a simple, “Yes.”
“Can you please come over and have dinner with Brendan and explain this to him?” Chris asked with a grin once they’d ordered coffees and a chocolate tart with strawberry sorbet to share.
Joq laughed, eyes dancing. “But we’re only doing tonight?”
Chris nudged his foot. “Maybe we could make an exception for the good of my company. One more night.”
Joq smiled, but it wasn’t as bright. “Maybe.”
He asked Joq about his family to change the subject quickly, and as they ate dessert, he felt how close Joq was to his parents in the way he talked about them. His dad, an ex-Olympic swimmer and coach, and his mum, the physio twelve years her husband’s senior and adored by his dad since he was eighteen and they met at The Games.
By the time they stepped onto the street, Chris was buzzed, turned on, and ready to get Joq somewhere private.
“Your place or mine?” he asked casually. He figured his place, but Joq just shrugged and responded with the same casualness. “We can go to mine if you want? St Kilda and the trams right there.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Joq shrugged again and looked both ways before crossing for the tram, Chris ambling to keep up. “It’s not like I can’t bring hook-ups home anymore.”
Chris laughed. “Your parents weren’t cool with it?”
Joq faltered, shook his head. “Something like that.”
Chris frowned but didn’t push. It was another one of those weird comments, but Joq gave off the strongest don’t pry vibes, Chris was at a loss as to how to ask what that meant. If it wasn’t his parents, was it a homophobic housemate? Or—god forbid—a boyfriend he’d been cheating on? It wasn’t his business, and when Joq looked back as he stepped onto the tram to check Chris was behind him, he decided to leave it alone.
They stood close on the tram and Chris slid his hand down Joq’s back, tucked it possessively in his pocket and squeezed the firm muscle.
Joq gave him a surprised look over his shoulder. Chris was going to pull away—maybe Joq wasn’t into public displays of affection?—but Joq leaned into it and Chris relaxed. He massaged his ass with that hand, placed his other hand on his hip to tug him back into his chest as the tram rattled out of the CBD. It was crowded, but no one paid them much attention.
Chris felt Joq’s warmth all along his front; he slipped his hand out of the confines of the pocket to rub more freely through the material, drifting lower, teasing between his legs with a soft caress. Joq surprised him by widening his thighs slightly and rocking back. Chris leaned down to breath hotly on the back of his neck; his dick was starting to fill and he pressed it against Joq’s lower back, just enough so he knew he’d feel it.
He leaned down so his lips were ghosting Joq’s ear. “Can’t wait to get you home.”
Joq breathed out shakily, but leaned more firmly into the hands Chris had on him, rested his back against Chris’ chest.
Chris kissed his throat, a feather light touch, before dragging his nose up the skin to nuzzle below his ear. “Gonna bend you over—”
“My stop,” Joq grabbed Chris by the hand to tug him off the tram into the night.
Chris thought he was angry, so he was gratified to see him shaking with laughter once they were on the street. He seemed younger.
“Are you trying to get us done for public indecency?” he asked, eyes shining as he continued to laugh.
“Where’s your place,” Chris replied and tucked Joq under his arm.
“A few kilometres that way.”
“What?”
“I didn’t want to fuck on the tram,” he looked up.
