by LL Dahlin
Bailey wanted to say so much more, but he didn’t have enough of the story to do so. “Well, I’m glad you and your brother are good, but I wish you’d let go of whatever anger you had at Honey. It was a long time ago, man.”
Ollie took a deep breath in and Bailey knew he was trying to pull himself together.
“I know, but I see her and see red.”
“I get it, but maybe we all need a reset. I’m home now and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon so think about letting this go.” Bailey walked up the stairs to his bedroom and sat on the bed. He’d been curled up with Scott right here in this bed, but they hadn’t slept long enough to savor each other. Laying down in the spot where Scott was, he could almost smell him and it was comforting and arousing at the same time. “Look, I got to get some sleep. I’m going to be a bartender where Scott works so I’m going to be up late.”
“The Male Box?” Ollie asked.
“Yep, Scott knows the owner and—”
“Mark, right?”
“Right.” Bailey was shocked he knew that, but then maybe he’d met him when Scott was together with him. He decided he wasn’t going to get upset about that. Bailey was asking people to let bygones be bygones so he had his nerve getting upset about Scott’s past relationships. Especially since what they had going on now wasn’t really a relationship…it wasn’t even a trial. It was an experience. “So I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alright, Bailey. I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone he lay breathing in the fresh and clean aroma of Scott and thinking. What the fuck am I getting myself into? If thinking that his time with Scott meant less than nothing was causing that twisting in his chest, he may need to rethink what he was willing to accept from him, but for now… sleep.
Chapter 16
Scott had never been happier to have an excuse not to talk to Bailey. It seemed he’d had a busy day speaking to Honey, Ollie and himself. The questions in his eyes before they got on the road to head to work almost lit him up from the inside. Scott had only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before and he’d had to get up and work a full eight hour shift that turned into ten hours with the domestic dispute that hit them right before quitting time. Now he was on his way to his second job and there was no way he would have been able to handle the questions he undoubtedly had with the limited brain power he had available. He slept on the way to work and let Bailey drive.
Now he was stuck by the door, watching the wildly popular new bartender get swarmed with people looking for drinks or giving offers to suck him off on his break. Scott knew how it was to be new meat to a pack of hungry men, and he knew how appealing Bailey was. The man could get experience anywhere. Scott wondered if Bailey knew that, then he wondered if he’d want something different if he could have something different. It wasn’t like that was off the table for either of them.
“How’s it going tonight?” Mark must have come from the other way, but him sneaking up on his told Scott that his mind definitely wasn’t on security tonight.
“Pretty good. What’s up with you?” Scott felt bad just standing here with Mark, because they’d talked almost every day for years, even if it was just a hello text, but with Bailey around he’d pretty much given up everything but things that had to do with Bailey.
“Just living life.” Mark was looking around and Scott wondered what he was getting ready to say. Mark was no shuffler. This man got right to the point.
“How are you and Bailey doing?”
“There is no me and Bailey. We are two people who live in the same house.” Scott’s gaze caught on Mark’s weird smirk. “What?”
“I’m just wondering how long you took to come up with that and if you really believe that?” Mark was back to his confident and maddening self. It was hard not to smile, remembering how many times this man had pulled him out of the doldrums and usually with a swift verbal kick in the pants.
“I believe in what I’m saying, Mark.”
“Oh good. I just wanted you to know that Eric has plans for your Bailey and they sound pretty hot, but if you don’t care, then I guess I don’t need to tell you about them.” Mark tipped his head toward the bar and Scott looked over in time to see Eric and Bailey with their heads together like they were again telling secrets to each other.
“No you don’t. This is a gay bar and people come here to get information about themselves and about what they like. I’m not concerned about what Bailey is doing or getting into. He’s a grown man and can make his own decisions.” Scott was surprised he could come up with that much bullshit at one time but apparently he was pretty good at it. Even Mark looked convinced. The truth was he didn’t even know why he was trying to keep it from Mark but he wasn’t ready to let anyone in their little bubble, but by the look of Bailey with Eric the bubble had burst…or it was about to.
“Well, good for you.” Mark started to walk off, then turned back around. “Your acting skills are getting better, pet, but I don’t believe that shit for a minute.”
Scott just smiled at him. It was kind of nice having someone know who you really were and be there to support you whether they agreed with what you were doing and saying.
Bailey and Eric had walked off in the direction of the bathrooms and Scott knew all about what happened in those rooms, but he wasn’t going to run after Bailey like he had as a teen. Those days were over and if the man wanted to get sucked off in the bathroom of the bar so be it. It had happened to him in his early years of being wild and acting out so it’s an experience that he probably needs to go through. The minutes ticked away and so did Scott’s good mood. Was it possible to send a message telepathically? Scott stared at the last place Bailey had been seen every few minutes with thoughts of what was probably happening going through his mind. It wasn’t supposed to matter. In theory, he knew this in his mind, but the cells that controlled jealousy didn’t get the memo.
“I brought you a water.”
Scott was so busy looking at where he thought Bailey had gone, he’d missed that he’d somehow doubled back and was now beside him. He accepted the beverage and cracked open the top before drinking most of it down. “Thank you.”
“No problem. I’m on break so I thought I’d come over and say hello.” Bailey stopped like he wanted to say something and Scott waited patiently for him to get to what he wanted to say. “Look, I’m not good at this with women and I seem to be even worse with men so I’m just going to say what I want to say and if it lacks finesse, just know that’s the way I am.”
Scott nodded and took another swig of his water.
“I know you said we are to be getting experience and I’m all for that, but I don’t think I’m the run out and get experience type of dude.” Bailey sat on the tall stool that was given to the security team to rest so they wouldn’t wear out, but still look badass because the black leather, silver studded, high back stool was pretty wicked.
“Maybe you’re not giving yourself enough time.” Scott had no idea why such bullshit came running out of his mouth…well, maybe he did. He and his brother were close, they always had been there for each other no matter what…until Scott had fucked up and Ollie’s best friend left. It was months before the man would be around him of his own accord and more months after that before they got close to the place of friendship they’d lived all their lives. He’d promised his brother, he’d never do anything to compromise Bailey being there and he’d never doubted that he would keep his word to Ollie, but it had been easier to keep when Bailey was nowhere to be found.
Bailey reached out and pulled Scott into the space between his legs. “I’ve given myself lots of time. I’m not a child, Scott. I know what I like and I know who I want. If you aren’t available or not willing let me know, but other than that, I want you. You alone, you under me, you over me, you around me, you through me. I want you in all the ways I can have you.” Bailey pulled him in closer with a hand on the back of his neck and placed several sweet warm kiss on his mouth.
The kiss broke and Bailey pushed Scott lightly away and frowned at him like a thought crossed his mind that he didn’t like. “I have a new rule. Don’t kiss anytime the other person can see you.”
Scott tried to be upset about that, but he was happy it was something he’d thought about, but he wasn’t going to fess up to it. “What made you come up with that?”
“I can see you over here just as clearly as you can see me at the bar. Mark has been circling you all night and then I watched him make his way over here. I pleaded with whoever above that is listening to help him not give you a kiss when I can see it. It’s been the worst part of my night. Beside that I think I’m going to like this job and I surely should have brought my piggy bank.”
Scott was more than pleased to talk to Bailey without thinking he’s going to ask questions he didn’t want to answer. “It’s not over, the big hitters come around a few hours before closing.”
“I’m guessing that’s the booty call pick up time?” Bailey smiled and Scott’s breath caught. Damn, if he wasn’t falling back in time to his teen crush years. Only this time it seemed like his feelings were reciprocated.
“You are correct.”
“Have you ever partaken with customers? It seems like the place to hook up if you were in the right mindset.” Bailey searched Scott’s face like he was looking for answers.
“There was a time when I did have fun here, but most of these people are regulars and I’m not into commitment in general.” Scott could honestly say that was the true reason he didn’t play here, but with Bailey looking like he wanted more answers to that he didn’t know if that was true now… in this moment… with Bailey. Would he do commitment with his lifelong crush? Abso-fucking-lutely, but he’d been out here for years and Bailey was just starting. Watching him learn the ropes and find out more about his sexuality would be difficult, but while he was still interested in Scott. He’d help Bailey out as much as possible.
Jax, who was one of the cooks, was out from the back. Mark always liked to make sure he had at least one break at night and if Jax was there he was the one who usually relieved him from his duties.
“Hey, dude. You ready to take a break? I made Stromboli for you if you’re hungry.”
“Thanks, Jax,” Scott gave the man a playful punch on the arm and the large gruff biker looking man smiled shyly.
“Anytime, man.” Jax nodded at Bailey with a weird look on his face so Scott looked to see what would be causing that.
“My name is Bailey. I’m the newest bartender.”
Scott didn’t think he’d ever seen this demeanor on his laid back, care free friend. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t notice the green eyed monster. He recognized that emotion well, as it was a close companion back in the day. Hell, who was he kidding, he felt a twinge of it every time he was around Bailey.
“Jax.” The man stuck out his hand and Bailey shook it. “I work in the kitchen and give Scott a break when he needs one.”
Bailey nodded, but looked between the two men. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.”
Scott felt like déjà vu because he’d felt the same way when this micro confrontation was between Mark and Bailey. Weirdly aroused.
“Come on, Bailey. I wanted to show you something and then we can eat the deliciousness that Jax made.”
Bailey followed behind Scott he could feel it. Since he’d been dreading Bailey getting his first bar blow he figured he may as well give it to him. At least he’ll remember it the next time it happens with someone else. Shit…even thinking that still felt like a physical punch.
They made into the bathroom and there weren’t that many people in there. Just a couple of guys hanging around the back stalls. Scott opened the larger one and stepped inside.
Bailey crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood with his legs shoulder width apart. “What’s this?”
“A rite of passage.”
“Getting sucked off in a bathroom is a rite of passage?” Bailey sounded grumpy. He couldn’t still be salty about Jax could he?
“Yes, are you going to turn it down?” Scott met Bailey in the center and unbuckled his belt.
“Maybe I’ve done this already,” Bailey said, and Scott froze.
The man never said he’d not done anything, maybe—
“I haven’t. I just wanted to see your face when I asked the question.” Bailey smiled at him and he wondered what game he was playing. It also made him wonder if he’d had any experience. He thought about the conversations they’d had up to this point and he didn’t remember hearing anything like that.
Scott was thrown off guard by the way Bailey caressed his face, cupped his chin and brought him in for a soft kiss before putting his hand on his head while he lowered himself to the floor.
This was going to be fast and dirty just like it was supposed to be inside a bathroom stall in a bar. Scott quickly undid the buttons and withdrew the thick cock that he’d seen outlined in his youth and now. A month ago if someone would have told him all this would be happening to him he wouldn’t have believed it.
“Seeing you on your knees for me is a treat I’ve always wanted. I’m going to admit I’ve been worked up all day thinking about last night so this may not last as long as you think it will.” Bailey was looking down on Scott and although sucking cock was one of his favorite things to do, it didn’t actually make him hard until it was his turn to have something done to him. Not this time. Just having Bailey’s eyes on him was turning him on more than it should but he refused to spend the rest of this night with cum in his pants. That’s for damn sure.
Scott caught Bailey’s large cock at its base and stroked it to the tip. The gasp that came from above him encouraged him to go all in. The sights, sounds, smells and tastes that came from cock were different with each and every one he’d ever been with but he didn’t remember being so interested in remembering each detail as he was with this one. He studied it while he stroked and watched for what Bailey liked the best. It was difficult to take his attention off the face he lov…liked so much, but he wanted to experience it all so he moved his attention to the organ he was about to pleasure. The fat mushroomed head was a darker pink than the shaft and the whole thing was brighter than it had just been when he started. Scott opened his mouth and wrapped his lips just around the head and almost moaned at the taste. That noise was overpowered as Bailey hissed long and slow before grabbing Scott’s head.
He waited just a few seconds to see if Bailey was going to move him in the tempo that he wanted, but he seemed content to just hold on to him while he sucked on his cock’s tip. He stayed here for a bit and just enjoyed sliding the sensitized flesh in and out of his mouth. When he opened his mouth a little more, he looked up to see Bailey looking at him in a way he’d always dreamed of and Scott lowered his eyes afraid of what Bailey would see reflected back at him. Scott took a bit more into his mouth moving further down, drawing more of his warm flesh inside him. This was such a fucking bad idea. Scott wanted nothing more than to explore Bailey’s body all day and here they were stuck at work.
“Yes, Scott, just like that. Just like that.” Bailey had his bottom lip between his teeth when Scott took a chance and looked up. The man’s hips were making small circles cluing Scott to the fact that he was trying to hold back…but that’s not what bathroom blow jobs were about. They were about letting loose, heightened sensations and blowing your wad in a release that felt so good you were willing to find out who was in the bathroom to do it again. Scott was going to have to get out of his own head if he was going to shake Bailey up enough to see why this was a rite of passage.
> Scott loved that just Bailey’s cock and balls were outside his clothes. He’d staged him just like he wanted him like he needed more things to turn him on about this situation. There was something so dirty and inhibited about the look, but on this man it was making him come undone. Opening wide Scott took as much of Bailey’s cock as he could as he used his hand to extend the reach of pleasure he was able to give.
The low growl that came from above made Scott look up to see Bailey’s eyes closed as he started pumping his hips in earnest. Yes!
“Fuck, Scott. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.”
Scott doubled up his efforts to keep up with the deep thrusts of his partner until Bailey froze for a few seconds.
“I’m gonna come.” Bailey tried to move away from Scott’s hungry mouth, but there was no way in hell he was going to let him blow this on the bathroom floor. He was still pissed the wall in the alley got a piece of Bailey. “Fuuuccck.” The growl rumbled against the walls of the bathroom and seemed to echo.
Scott tried to get every drop, but it was difficult, because the man’s loads were huge but this one was massive. Bailey’s abs flexed and contracted in quick bursts from the aftermath of such a huge orgasm and Scott was very proud of himself.
Being dragged up to his feet and pushed against the wall was new for Scott. He wasn’t the biggest man, but he was always the top. They may have touched on the topic, but it wasn’t something he’d gotten into with Bailey yet. The way Bailey held on to Scott’s face devouring his mouth, biting his lips and pulling him up on his tip toes made him feel desirable more than he thought it would.
Bailey moved one of his hands down to his pants and made quick work of his button fly jeans. He dropped to his knee and sucked Scotts cock into his mouth without preliminary touches and sucked him like he needed the fluid inside to live another day. Scott wished he could have told him to slow down, or give him a minute, but the intensity of the moment and the amazing sensation on his cock made his orgasm almost instantaneous. The howling sound that escaped Scott’s mouth sounded like a wounded dog, but he couldn’t have stopped it if he tried. He’d wanted Bailey to come undone, but it was him who was blown apart in that bathroom.