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“Come on, I wasn’t going to fuck you,” he started walking, held Joq close with a hand around his hip.
“Maybe I would’ve made you,” Joq replied, eyes ahead, their feet clicking on the pavement. “Just slipped you out, got my pants down enough, rocked back—”
“Can you run?” Chris asked hastening the pace.
Joq laughed and Chris grinned down at him.
It was a nice night, the soft lapping of the water in the bay to their right, the evening cool but not cold, and Chris might’ve appreciated it if he wasn’t trying to walk with a semi.
“Come on,” Joq said and slipped out from under his arm. Chris let him go, but took his hand. Joq seemed surprised again, but he allowed it, squeezed, and went on. “It’s about a thirty-minute walk. Tell me about your parents.”
Well, nothing would kill his erection faster, so he did. His father, the alcoholic with zero financial sense, spoiled in the literal sense of the word from his upbringing as a wealthy trust fund kid, was as shit at running the company his grandfather built as he was at being a husband. His mother, an Italian-born Australian wealthy on both sides of her own family, was beautiful, cunning, and sporadic in her parenting.
“Basically, they lived their own lives, sent me off to boarding schools, and I was mainly raised by my grandfather,” he finished. He left out just how wealthy they were—he still couldn’t get a read on whether or not Joq knew who he was—but he didn’t hide that he came from money.
“That sucks?” Joq asked and looked up at him.
Chris shrugged. “Not really, my grandfather was great, mum’s still around but she doesn’t hassle me, and I’ve got the company, keeps me busy.”
“You’re happy then?” Joq asked.
Chris met his gaze. It seemed like a deeper question; like he was trying to ascertain the happiness of corporate gay men in general.
“Happy enough,” Chris hedged. “I’ll be a lot happier once we reach your place. Are we almost there yet?”
Joq shook off whatever was behind the question, his expression shifting as he jerked his chin to the left. “Just down here.”
They meandered down a side road and entered an apartment block with four flats, Joq’s on the top facing the road and a line of trees.
Joq led him up the stairs, their feet loud on the concrete steps, the space unbearably cold. As Joq unlocked his door, Chris crowded in behind him, ran his hands up and down his sides and breathed on his neck.
Joq shivered, got the door open and stepped inside.
Chris slid his arm around Joq’s waist and spun him as the door closed behind them. He kissed him.
The dinner had been the build-up he’d been looking for. He needed to fuck him. His hands came up and slipped Joq’s suit jacket off, moved to his shirt and unbuttoned it quickly, palms sliding over exposed skin as he slipped it off his shoulders.
Joq tugged him in with a hand on the back of his head and kissed him back, his other hand rubbing Chris’ erection over his pants.
Chris broke the kiss to meet Joq’s eyes as he started to walk him back into the apartment. He flicked his gaze over Joq’s shoulder and saw a dining table at the end of the little hall. He kissed Joq again, kept him moving and upright as he stumbled for it.
Joq broke the kiss. “Bedroom’s that way.”
Chris pushed him against a gap between the chairs, shoved one aside and spun him so Joq was facing the table.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you over a table all night,” he whispered in his ear as he slid his hands down to his fly, undid it with quick movements and shoved his pants down.
Joq braced himself on the table with both hands.
Chris massaged his ass, but he was too keyed up for romance—he got the condom and a sachet of lube out of his pocket. He ripped lube open, spread it on his fingers, reached down, fingers finding Joq’s entrance. He pushed in.
Joq arched his back as Chris slid into him quickly, pulled out, added another finger.
“Okay?” he asked as he rubbed his covered dick against Joq’s skin.
“Yeah,” Joq rocked back.
Chris pulled out, undid his pants and pulled his cock out. He rolled the condom on. He pushed Joq into the table with a hand on his mid-back, lined his dick up with the other hand and pushed in. Joq was so tight, Chris could push the head in but no more.
