And what a perfect place to take said revenge. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, knowing I had enough cash on me to get plastered and get a cab ride home. I sipped my alcohol as I scanned the crowd full of sweaty, gyrating bodies. It was just past noon, so the folks here now were what you’d call the hardcore party crowd. Clubbing was their lifestyle, and I felt a bit out of my element.
I took a seat at a booth that was close to the dance floor. It seemed only moments went by before I caught the attention of a tall, young man who leaned against a pillar at the edge of the dance floor. He was built like a sleek cat, with long, straight brown hair falling past his shoulders. His eyes met mine. Green and calculating. They sharpened to narrow slits as he looked me up and down. His charcoal dress pants seemed to caress his legs as he drew close to my table.
Gracefully, he glided into the seat across from me. He sat his martini next to my drink, flashed a half smile, and introduced himself. I didn’t bother to hold onto his name. I was here for quick pleasure and retribution. Nothing more.
“Aren’t you one of Jack’s boys?” he said, pinning me with those shrewd eyes. “I’ve seen you here with him a couple times. Wow, he’s holding onto you. Must be something special.” His sideways smile was almost predatory.
I swallowed, frowned, downed my drink in one gulp. “Yeah, I was. We’re not really together anymore, though.”
“Pity.” He sipped his martini, still studying me over the rim of the glass. “I guess we won’t be seeing much of you here after today, then?”
I shrugged, scoffed. “Why not? Does Jack ban his ex-lovers from this place?”
“Hardly. I’m sure they make up at least 50 percent of this club’s clientele.” His laugh held an undertone of cruelty.
In different circumstances, and before Jack, I had no doubt a man like this could’ve eaten me alive. He was confident, aloof, and I had a feeling he’d be one hell of a verbal duel, but I hadn’t the energy to engage in any spirited debates today. I’d come here for some carnal escape, and if he wouldn’t give it to me, I’d find someone who would.
I started to get up, but he stood too, pressed his chest to mine and stared me down. His green eyes glittered with desire. “Where do you think you’re going?” He pushed me back down to the booth. I was a bit surprised by his strength. I’m not a small man. Sure, I’m fit, but I’m definitely built like a bear. This guy was one of those lean, strong types. His slender frame packed cheetah-like power.
I shrugged, but gave him a cheeky smirk this time. “Didn’t think you were interested. I’m here to suck or fuck. Not talk.”
He raised an arched eyebrow. Gave me a smug smile. “You cut to the chase.” He pressed close against me, and his hand glided up my powerful thigh. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had Jack’s seconds.” His fingers cupped my cock and stroked it slow, sensually, but his look held that sarcastic edge that never seemed to leave his eyes.
I gave a small growl at his snide jibe, but I spread my legs wider and let him fondle my cock. “You gonna suck me off or what?” My gruff nature surprised me, but in the heat of my anger-fueled lust it felt right, rolled out of me easily, so I went with it.
“The art of seduction is wasted on you, I see.” Smirking, he rolled his eyes, but quickly unzipped my pants and slipped his hand beneath my briefs to play with my growing erection. As he dropped to his knees in front of me, he yanked my pants and briefs down to my ankles.
My hard on slapped against my t-shirt, which he told me to pull up, so he could get a look at my sculpted chest. One hand massaged my lightly haired stomach, while the other coiled around the base of my cock. I gave a rough groan as his warm, wet mouth descended on my penis.
He worked my cock with talent. His flexible tongue curled around the shaft as his lips glided up and down. He pulled away long enough to thoroughly lick his fingers, watching me as he did so, then he deep throated me while he fondled and fucked my asshole with his slippery touch.
I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair when he teased beneath the glans with rapid flicks of tongue. He found my sweet spot and tortured me by pinching and rolling this flap of skin, located just beneath my pre-cum spurting hole. Then he nibbled and sucked on the tiny piece of flesh until I cried out and shoved his mouth back down the length of my cock.
He sucked me hard and his mouth moved at a furious pace. As it did so, he caressed and gently tweaked my sensitive scrotum. I held the back of his head and face fucked him with wanton abandon. Just as I rammed my cock deep into his mouth, spurting my orgasm down his throat, a voice ripped through my ecstatic daze.
“James, what the fuck are you doing with Anthony? Of all people, you let him put his lips on you?”
I blinked up at a very angry Jack. He stood a few feet away. The swirling lights washed over his handsome form, turning him blue, gold, red. His muscled chest heaved as he glared at us.
“What?” I stammered. “Who?”
The man between my legs returned Jack’s glare. He wiped my cum from his lips with an elegant swipe of hand then stood. I was revealed, wet, limp cock and all, to the whole of the dance floor. While I scrambled to pull up my pants, Anthony whirled to face my former lover.
“He has no idea who I am, genius,” Anthony snapped as Jack drew closer. “You seem to forget, you didn’t introduce me to this one. Afraid I’d steal another boyfriend away?”
I held my breath and stumbled to my feet as I watched this exchange. Jack snarled some retort I missed, but I thought for sure he was going to deck his svelte adversary. Looked like I’d gotten my retaliation after all, but, funny thing, it tasted bitter in my mouth and left my heart feeling sour.
I walked up beside Jack, intent on getting between them to stop any fight, but Jack turned and focused all his anger on me. “James, we are going to talk. You will not shut me out. I don’t care if I have to camp out in your goddamned hallway, we will work this out.”
“I…of course, Jack.” I smiled, felt a lump of emotion tighten my throat. He didn’t need to say me loved me, because I swore I could see it in his eyes. “I want to know you. Want to be with you.”
“Good.” He nodded, and I could see his rage was cooling. “And…” He sighed, held out his hand. “I’ll tell you about my past. You deserve that. I do trust you, love you, and I want to show that.”
I laced my fingers in his. My heart thudded so hard it almost scared me. I could scarcely control my breathing. “I love you too, Jack. Now, take me to your place. Let’s talk.”
His cheeky smirk returned as we wound our way through the crowd. “Just talk? Well, I was hoping we could do more than that.”
I laughed, then kissed him before we slipped out the club’s front exit. “Talk first, sex later.”
He shrugged. “I can live with that.”
***
“I didn’t call. I’m sorry.” I took his hand, let him pull me down onto his big bed. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you.”
He pressed a finger to my lips, shook his head, gave a smile that held sadness. “That’s over. I could’ve called too.” Then his gaze dropped to the quilt. “I figured you’d just dumped me and moved on. That guy you found here? He was just an afternoon fling. I picked him up at the coffee shop. I didn’t even know his first name. I swear. He was just a distraction to try and stop thinking about you.”
His confession made my heart hurt. I’d been stupid. We’d been stupid. I hated how love could make you lose your head like this, but I was grateful to have Jack back in my life.
“See, that’s how it’s usually gone in my life.” He glance up briefly, and I swore his eyes shone with unshed tears. “People get tired of me and abandon me. You grow so used to it, you kind of come to expect it.” He paused long enough to go to the dresser, grab his can of weed, and roll a joint. I heard him sniff, but he still avoided my eyes. “Never knew my Dad, and Mom made a point of telling me, often, how much he didn’t want me. She blamed me for hi
s abandonment. She abandoned me, too. Oh, she was there, but she wasn’t really there, you know? Gran raised me until she died when I was 12. For most of my life, Mom floated around in a drug coma. Coke mostly. Anyway… she always told me, ‘Never fall in love, Jack. Falling in love kills you. Your spirit dies.’ She killed herself when I was 16, and I’ve been on my own ever since.”
My heart broke again, but this time it was completely for Jack and the tragedy he’d experienced from such a young age. I gathered him into my arms and held him close after we finished off the joint. He just let me hold him for a while, and then his whole body shook with sobs.
When he was done, he pulled back from me, swiped at his damp cheeks, and whispered, “I’ve never told anyone that. Not even my band mates. You’re the first person to hear of my mother’s suicide.” He rolled another joint but didn’t light it. I think he just wanted to keep his hands busy.
“Thank you,” I said, stroking his hair tenderly. “Thank you for confiding in me, Jack. It means a great deal.”
“I know.” He gave a shaky grin. “That’s why I told you.” Then he planted a rough, hungry kiss on my lips as he pushed me to the pillows. I yielded completely, darting my tongue out to fill his mouth, entwining it with his tongue.
He tugged the t-shirt over my head then his hands urgently roamed over my pecs, my abs, trailing lower until he found the button on my pants and quickly freed my stiffening cock. We got naked in a flurry of thrown clothes and trembling hands.
Jack’s wet, hot tongue flicked over my nipples, then he tugged the taut tips with his teeth. His hands smoothed over my rib cage, tracing every contour. They moved lower, caressing the muscles in my ass and upper thighs as he licked and sucked his way to my groin. I was as hungry for his touch as he was to taste every inch of me.
Then he suddenly stopped and jumped from the bed. Disappointment doused my arousal. But he flashed a cheeky smirk as he made his way to the dresser. I watched him fish out a thick dildo that looked just like the real thing.
He held it up and licked the length of it before saying, “I want to watch you take an ass fucking while I suck you.”
I eagerly spread my legs and offered my ass up to him as he returned to the bed. He shoved his face between my ass cheeks and lapped at my anus with gusto. I moaned and squirmed as he sucked the tender flesh between his teeth. Once it was well lubed with his spit, he nudged two fingers, then three, up my anal canal. He pumped them slowly in and out my ass, curling them as he stroked my prostrate.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh as his mouth wrapped tightly around my erection. He sucked hard and fast while he finger fucked my ass. I closed my eyes and arched into the oral pleasure. The crown of my head pressed deep into the pillow as I lost myself to ecstasy.
My asshole stretched wider as he slid the dildo up my rectum. I relaxed my anal canal completely as I took the slow, sensual thrusts. He massage my balls while he deep throated me. My asshole, cock, and balls throbbed with mind-blowing intensity. I let out a long sequence of loud groans.
He pulled his mouth from my cock long enough to say, “Like that, hmmm? Like how I suck and fuck you, James? Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Sooooo good,” was all I could manage as his lips encased my penis once more.
He fucked my ass harder, faster, with the dildo, and I cried out in bliss, encouraging him with more breathless words. As my enjoyment increased, he yanked the rubber cock from my ass and replaced it with his own. Roughly he tugged my ankles to his shoulders, then his fingers dug deep into my ass cheeks as he tilted my butt upward. His eyes met mine in a feral gaze as he plunged his meaty dick deep into my anus.
“God, yes. Don’t stop. Fuck me as hard as you can. Make me cum.”
Jack licked his hand and swirled his palm in my pre-cum to re-lubricate his grip. Then he put his back into the fucking he gave me, coiling his slippery fingers around my cock as he did so. He held my ass with his other hand as he pounded away.
My cock pulsed so hard it felt like it would split. My asshole burned with exquisite friction. The pressure in my prostrate spread out and burst throughout me. I gasped as I came hard, shooting cum high into the air. Pearly semen splattered Jack’s cheek and he growled out his satisfaction at this. It jetted over his chest, and some hit the side of his neck. The orgasm left me trembling inside and out.
My anus constricted around his frantic thrusts, trying to hold him tight inside me forever. He moaned and grunted, eyes closed as he went further into his bliss. Now both fists were plunged deep into the mattress as he rammed my ass. My knees were up by my ears, and, as I came down from my own orgasm high, I enjoyed watching him climax.
I told him to “Cum all over me.” I wanted to taste his spunk like he’d tasted mine. His sweet, clear sperm splashed over my chest, trickled down my flat stomach. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, then he proceeded to lap my skin clean with his skilled tongue.
Afterwards, we laid in each other arms, chests still heaving from our lusty exertion. I was on the verge of dozing when he pulled away and left the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him return to the dresser. “What’re you doing now? Geez, just let me catch my breath before you introduce me to some new kink.”
He grabbed a small box out of a top drawer then looked at me, wearing a wide grin. “Haha. No new toy to try out this time.” As he sat on the edge of the mattress, his expression grew serious. “Here.”
He handed me a velvet jewelry box. My fingers shook as I took it from him. “What’s this?”
His grin returned. “Don’t get cold feet, James. It isn’t a marriage proposal. I know you want to take things a bit slower, get to know each other. I do, too. But…well... this is a ‘would you like to try living together?’ proposal.”
Inside I found a wide, white gold band with Celtic scrollwork etched into the metal. I stammered, “Thank you. But I just have one question.”
Jack gave a worried frown. “What’s that?”
I felt my lips curl in a mischievous grin. “Your place or mine?”
***
Jack’s Bachelor Party
After lighting the two white pillar candles perched on the table, I blew out the match and cast a worried glance at the clock. Jack should’ve been home from his studio by now. He said he’d be back by 6:00 pm, and it was 7:10 pm. It only took him twenty minutes to walk home from the place, so he insisted on strolling rather than taking a cab. I protested this at first, since the area he had to pass through was rougher than our neighborhood. But Jack just said, “James, you worry too much, love. I know these streets like the back of my hand. Relax.”
As of today, we’d been living together ten months, and I had cleaned the apartment, cooked a special dinner, because I planned on proposing to Jack, my punk rock lover, tonight. He had no idea I had anything special scheduled, so maybe he stopped off with his band mates for a drink, I reasoned. Still the niggling doubt wouldn’t go away.
The doorknob rattled and I rushed to the entrance, opening it before he could. When I got a good look at him, my heart plummeted to my stomach. “Jack, are you all right? Christ, what happened?”
I wrapped an arm beneath his and slung his arm over my shoulder. Then I helped him in our apartment. His face was swollen, purpled, and cut on one side. He stood hunched as he limped into our home.
“My fault,” he croaked. “I took the shortcut home. Went through that alley next to Fergie’s Diner.”
“What were you doing there?” I gently lowered him onto the sofa. “You know that area is rougher than rough. Crazy bastard.” I unlaced his boots and eased both off his feet.
“Oh, stop fussing.” He waved me off. “ I know. I know. Should’ve taken a cab. Shouldn’t have taken the shortcut. I’m just a bit bruised is all. A few kids swarmed me, but I managed to fight them off. They were young and small. Hell, I even saved my wallet.”
“You look more than bruised, Jack Randall.” Before he could say another
word, I headed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
As I dug the small box out of our medicine cabinet, I heard him say, “Ohh, candles. What’re we celebrating?”
In the bathroom mirror, I watched my eyes grow wide. I’d completely forgotten the table, the nice dinner I had cooking, the ring sitting on Jack’s plate. With first aid kit in hand, I rushed out to the living room. I didn’t want him to see the small velvet box until I cleaned up his wounds.
“I’ve got a special night planned. But we’ll get to that later. Let’s fix you up first.” I knelt in front of him and gently turned his head so he faced me. I daubed some liquid onto a cotton ball and wiped the smear of blood from his cheek.
“Special night, huh?” he said, stopping my hand after I cleaned his swollen eye. “Let’s start with the entertainment before the food.” Even with a split lip, he gave a lascivious grin. “Come join me for a hot soak in the tub. I need to relax these aching muscles.”
“But dinner is cooking. I was just going to take it out the oven. And you’re too beat up.”
“So leave the oven on, leave the food on top, and cover it over until we’re done. That’ll keep it warm for later. And I’m fine. Just be gentle.”
I cast him a disgruntled frown. “With how long we take? It’ll be ice cold.”
He laughed, then winced and touched his swollen lip. “We’ll warm it up in the microwave. Come on.”
When he looked at me with those pleading doe eyes—well, the one that wasn’t swollen shut—how could I resist? With a halfhearted sigh I went to cover our dinner, then I joined him in the bathroom.
We had installed a large jacuzzi tub about two months back. A present from Jack for my birthday, but it was often both of us who ended up enjoying its soothing, swirling water. Jack had grabbed some candles in glass jars from the bedroom, and he’d placed them on the sink and the back of the toilet. It gave the crisp white walls an intimate glow.
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