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"Seems nice enough," he says quietly, his fingertips reaching to skim my thigh.
"Oh yeah, he's real friendly. Maybe a little overly so," I admit with a laugh, wondering when I should admit that I almost let him give me a blow job because I was pathetically trying to pretend he was Jack. "You get used to him. He's a good guy."
"You come here often, then?"
"First time was the night I saw your engagement announcement. I was in kind of a bad way." Jack looks down and nods. "I almost?—"
"I don't need to know," he says. "All I need to know is about now. And the future."
Troy comes over with an entire tray of fucking jello shots.
"We'll talk tomorrow, after you recover from whatever happens tonight," I say, laughing at the way Jack eyes the little cups of red gelatin. It doesn’t bother me at all to be around the alcohol and people drinking. I nudge the tray towards him.
"I don't really feel like getting drunk," he says. "I just want to know that we're okay."
I smile despite myself. Uncertain, insecure Jack is almost cute. Scooting my chair back, I pull him over so he's sitting in my lap. The unexpected move, paired with the fact that we've never been in a situation where we could be together in public in any way, shape, or form, has him looking around the room with wide eyes. But no one gives a fuck here. There's zero judgment in this place. And I think it's the perfect place for us to try on this new version of us where we don't have to hide.
"Scared, baby bulldog?"
"Aren't you?"
"A little. But more than that…" I lean forward and whisper in his ear. "I want nothing more than to watch you ride that bull, and then I want to take you in the back and suck you until you can't stand."
Jack's ears turn red, and I watch his Adam's apple bob.
He thinks about it for a minute before he rolls his shoulders, reaching for one of the jello shots.
“Never could tell you no,” he says before looking me right in the eye as he runs his tongue along the edge of the jello and then sucks it into his mouth. Troy whoops as he feeds Luke his second or third jello shot.
"Only the one," he says, holding a finger up towards Troy as if to warn him not to get excited.
Then he stands up and faces me before he pulls his hoodie and t-shirt off at once, throwing them in my lap. My cock woke up the moment I noticed him walking in here, but now I'm rock fucking hard in an instant. Everyone in the room turns to look, whistling. Troy rubs his hands down his own sixpack, muttering something about needing to work out more.
Jack's body is a work of fucking art, like he was chiseled from smooth granite.
Despite how much I know he hates the attention, he keeps his eyes on me, smirking when people start whistling louder as he makes his way to the bull and climbs on.
"I got you, Daddy," Troy says as he goes to mess with the controls. He turns the bull, so it's facing me, and then tells him what to do before he starts the ride. He has him ride it a little fast at first, although nothing like an actual bull ride, and then he slows it down. And just like I fantasized that first night I walked into this place, I get a front row view of every ab, arm, shoulder, and back muscle rippling and writhing as Jack tunes out everyone else and just looks at me. He rolls his hips so sinfully, I picture the night he got on top of me and almost cum in my pants. Finally, it all becomes too much. I look over at Troy, who gives me a knowing wink. "You got that one?" I ask, pointing to Luke. He nods and gestures me on.
Without any further preamble, and to the delight of the small crowd, I walk over to Jack and lift him in a fireman's carry. He protests, laughing and telling me to put him the fuck down, but I carry him out of the bullpen, past where our friends both swat Jack on the ass as we walk by, and into the back hallway.
"Where the fuck are we going?" He asks, laughing as he struggles, and I make my way through to the back of the building.
"Sucking your cock isn't going to be enough. I need to be buried inside you. Fuck, I might need you buried inside me."
Whatever we can do to get as close as possible, to burrow under each other's skin and know that we're both in this fully—that's what I want. The way he groans lets me know he's on board with that plan, and I all but start jogging.
I open a door, and we're both hit with the chilly night air. Especially Jack, whose hoodie and shirt are both still at the table in the bar. But it doesn't last long. There's a small duplex apartment back here. Troy lives on one side, and he offered to let me stay in the empty apartment, where he often lets drunk customers that can't get home safely stay the night. So it's where I've been calling home for the past two days since stopping by out of a lack of anything better to do. It wasn't likely that anyone would find me here, so it seemed a good place to go. I'm still not sure how Jack found me, but right now all I want to focus on is how happy I am that he did.
Jack isn't light by any means, so when I throw him down on the mattress, he hits pretty hard. I start to apologize, but he reaches up and pulls me down on top of him.
We fumble to take off our clothes, alternating between helping each other and tearing off our own clothes. Jack is naked in record time, considering he was halfway there, and he wastes exactly zero time pushing me down and swallowing my dick. I throw my head back and fist the sheets.
"Fuck, you're good at that," I grunt out, clenching my abs as Jack's throat ripples around the head of my cock as he swallows, then runs his tongue all the way up to tease around the tip. When the tip of his tongue flicks at my slit, my whole body jerks and my cock starts spurting cum wildly, like a fucking pre-pubescent teenager.
"I had a good teacher," he says darkly, pumping my cock until every last drop is spent. He starts lapping it off my abs. "That was so fucking hot."
"Use it," I say, pushing myself up the bed, and Jack understands my meaning. He swipes his hand through the mess of cum on my stomach and palms it over his cock. "Don't stop," I tell him, my voice coming out husky with lust. I watch him stroke himself, sitting back against the pillows and opening my legs. Gathering some of the mess I made, I start rubbing it around my asshole, lubing myself up for him.
