“Well,” Jet said, licking his lips. “I guess I better go back down there.”
Aaron couldn’t speak, or move, or do anything other than feel his throbbing cock and his thundering heart. Jett was moving towards the door, and Aaron couldn’t bear to let him go.
His arm shot out, pinning the door closed, trapping Jett inside.
“I can’t let you go downstairs.”
“I did think it was a bit inappropriate, but a deal’s a deal, and the bar will cover me up anyway—”
“No,” Aaron panted.
He would’ve laughed had his body remembered how. All he could do was breathe heavily, and even that was a struggle. Jett, so innocent, so clueless, hadn’t realized Aaron was hyperventilating over the outfit he was wearing, Aaron was having some territorial crisis and was point blank not gonna let Jett go downstairs. The thought of letting others seeing Jett like that, that hot, no way, he couldn’t do it, even if he had to lock Jett in the office overnight.
Jett laughed. “You want me to change back?”
“No … never.”
Aaron dropped his gaze to Jett’s mouth. His laugh eased, and his lips relaxed, and Aaron was overcome by the need to kiss them. He lurched forward with no warning and swallowed the gasp right out of Jett’s mouth.
He licked past Jett’s lips, backing him away from the door, the crowd downstairs, fucking Marlon Steel, anyone that could potentially get in his way.
The kiss was a devouring, a takeover, and Jett moaned softly at the intrusion to his mouth. Their tongues brushed, Aaron’s firmer, more coordinated, Jett struggling to match the frantic pace. He clutched Aaron’s shoulders, holding on, and that was all the encouragement Aaron needed. He pushed Jett into the bookcase, then broke the kiss to breathe.
Jett was panting, blue eyes swamped with black. Glassy, needy, and Aaron groaned before resuming the kiss.
He ran his hand down Jett’s chest, over the leather underwear, and palmed the stiff cock beneath. Jett jolted, smacking his head back into the bookcase, knocking off one of the many awards. It smashed. Aaron looked down, noticing Jett’s bare feet. He slipped his arms around his back, then lifted him up. Jett’s legs wrapped around him, the same way his arms hugged around Aaron’s neck.
He picked up his fallen angel, moved him away from the broken glass, then set him down on the desk. Aaron cradled Jett’s face, kissed him some more, then shoved him in the chest. He flopped back onto his elbows, wide-eyed and confused. Papers and books fell to the floor, but Aaron wasn’t bothered, his fingers hooked the top of Jett’s shorts, and he eased them down. They were tight, and he couldn’t get them any further than Jett’s thighs.
He gazed at Jett, ran his hand up his thigh, over the constricting shorts, then grabbed his cock.
The head of Jett’s cock was red, and each time Aaron pulled the loose skin down, it got shinier and looked needier. Jett’s hungry eyes fixed on Aaron’s hand. He licked his lips, swallowed, then panted.
“Look at me,” Aaron commanded.
Jett shivered, closed his eyes in a long blink, then looked at Aaron leaning over him. Jett’s eyes had darkened, his lips were parted, and a hint of red colored his cheeks. He was panting, and he weakened on his elbows, then flopped back, overcome by Aaron touching him.
Jett gasped, tilting his pelvis up when he got close, then panted desperately when Aaron let him recover.
“So bloody cute, especially when you’re looking at me like that.”
His eyes were watering, his eyebrows were twitching, and he heaved for breath.
Aaron kept pumping his fist, slowly chipping away at Jett’s sanity. He wanted to see his climax, but he wanted it never to be over, too. He had one first time at making Jett come, and he wanted it to be good.
Jett leaned up as all the muscles tightened in his body. His mouth opened in a silent scream of extasy, and he reached with his lips for Aaron to kiss him. Aaron leaned over, felt Jett’s breath against his lips, so close he could taste him, but he denied him, moving away before they could touch.
Jett lifted and strained to get to Aaron’s lips, but when his cock started spurting, his orgasm throbbing, he started to sink back down again, too overwhelmed, and weak. That was the moment Aaron relented and pushed their mouths together. Jett whimpered around Aaron’s tongue, and his body shook as his orgasm eased.
Aaron took a step back, and looked at Jett, blissed out on the desk. There were black feathers everywhere, his eyeliner had smudged down his cheeks, and the cum on his chest mixed with the body paint, ran down his sides in lines of silver.
He couldn’t have looked more perfect.
Aaron struggled to get his phone out, needing a photo of Jett. He snapped one, and the noise roused Jett from his slumber. He looked over to Aaron and gave him a soft smile.
“Better not send that round the staff.”
“For my eyes only,” Aaron said, pocketing his phone. “You look incredible.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
Aaron pushed his cock, tried to lessen the pressure, but the slight touch made him groan, eager to yank his pants off, and continue what he’d just started.
“You were always so secretive, never told me anything about your life. I assumed you were married—”
“I’m not married.”
“Or had a partner.”
“Nope, no partner.”
“Then what’s the big secret?”
Aaron looked him in the eye. “I’m a bad person.”
He waited for Jett to tell him he wasn’t, but instead Jett frowned, then whispered.
“How bad?”
“Really bad.”
Jett swallowed. “Like, do you hurt people?”
“When there’s cause to do so.”
“Kill them?”
“Sometimes.” Aaron thought of Trey’s threats, and how his mind had gone straight to Jett. “I’d kill for you in a heartbeat.”
Jett closed his eyes, releasing a slow breath.
“I manipulate, I blackmail. I steal. I intimidate. I’m a bad person, I do bad things. I’ve got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams.”
“But I always have to beg you for money.”
“I like you begging.”
Jett’s eyebrow shot up.
“I’m going to hell, Jett, no doubt about it.”
A long silence followed. Aaron waited for Jett to reject him, to ask him to leave, but instead, he whispered, so quietly Aaron almost missed it.
“Then I guess … I’m going with you.”
“What?”
Jett reopened his eyes and looked at Aaron. He sat up on the table with a wince, staring at his drying cum. “Fallen angel and all that. I’ll be in hell with you, with broken wings, a collar for you to keep me, and some very tight shorts that leave nothing to the imagination.”
“I’ve just told you I’ve killed people, and you’re not rushing to get the cops?”
“I’m a good person, you’re a bad one, and we even each other out.”
“Even if you were a god you wouldn’t balance out the shit I’ve done.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Jett said.
“My world’s polar opposite to yours. It’s dark, it’s dangerous. I’ve never tried anything with you for a reason, not only because I was scared you’d say no, but I could put you in danger. I could pull you into the dark.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should.”
Jett flared his nostrils. “I’ve wanted you for ages, I look forward to you coming to the club, for our chats at the bar, that piece of calm of whatever it is between us.”
“I feel it, too.”
“To think it could be more, I could have more of you. I don’t care what you’ve done, or what you’ll do. I’m not gonna lose who I am, I may have fallen for someone dark, and dangerous, but I’ll still be me… You’ve seduced me enough for me to overlook it, but that doesn’t mean I’ll become part of it. I don’t w
ant to. I just want you.” Jett bit his lip and turned away. “But do you want me?”
“Of course I do.” Aaron pointed to his crotch. “I want more. I want more right now.”
“Good, that’s good. So what you gonna do about it?”
Aaron grinned devilishly. “I’m gonna take off my clothes, then have you on my desk.”
Jett frowned. “My desk.”
“I own it.”
“Actually, I bought this one after I broke yours.”
Aaron gasped. “You broke my desk, and never told me. You evil man.”
He stepped back and started to undress. Jett looked as if he was about to say something, but then his jaw shut with a click as he watched Aaron take off his clothes. He looked good, knew he did, but Jett’s wide eyes confirmed it.
He dropped his jacket to the floor, then his shirt, his pants, his boxers, before pairing his socks, and placing them on the messy pile like a cherry on cake.
Jett licked his lips, taking in Aaron’s cock. It jutted out from his body proudly, all sticky at the head. Aaron squeezed the base, then advanced on Jett.
“Bend over the desk.”
Jett slipped off the edge, then did as Aaron told him. He ran his hands over Jett’s ass, marveling at the red lines he’d got from lying on top of the pens he hadn’t realized were there.
“About what you said earlier,” Aaron said, scratching his finger along one of the marks.
Jett shivered. “When?”
“On the stairs. You said you were gonna let Marlon fuck you, even though you didn’t want him to.”
“I—”
Aaron didn’t let him speak. He slapped Jett’s ass cheek, hard. A rush of air left Jett’s lips, and he tried again to explain.
“I wanted the night to be a success.”
Aaron struck his ass again, hard enough that a few feathers left Jett’s wings.
“You were gonna sell your body for a good review?”
“I just want the club to do well.”
Jett tensed, clearly expecting the palm to strike him. He whimpered, rocking his hips against the desk, then groaned when Aaron finally gave it to him.
“I wanted the club to do well to make you proud of me.”
Aaron closed his eyes, pursing his lips to release a slow breath. It was cute Jett wanted his approval so badly, but his means of going about it—Aaron shook his head.
“No.”
He watched Jett’s ass cheek ripple with the next slap, then caressed the red patch with his fingertips.
“You were gonna let someone else fuck you to make me proud. No, the thought does not make me proud. It doesn’t make me happy; it makes me mad. Really fucking mad.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
Aaron brushed the back of his fingers against Jett’s red cheek, then pressed his fingers into his crack, touching the outside, gently at first.
“Did you get yourself all ready for him?”
“What?”
“You heard me, Jett. Did you get yourself all ready for him, just in case he wanted to eat you out?”
Jett tried to get up off the table, but Aaron pressed him down. He stroked Jett’s hole with his finger. “Tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I got myself ready for him.”
Aaron slapped Jett’s other cheek so hard his hand tingled, then dropped to his knees. He spread Jett’s cheeks, then pressed his face forward to get to his goal. He flicked Jett’s opening with his tongue, making him squirm and whine before pushing forward, breaking the seal. The shudder that went through Jett almost knocked him back, but he held Jett’s hips steady, and satisfied his craving.
He lapped Jett’s delicate pink hole. He dived deep, then barely touched, and he twisted his tongue, even daring to use his teeth on Jett’s rim. He loved eating Jett’s ass, loved the feel of it, the texture, the heat, every soft broken sound it earned him. Jett whimpered and whined and panted all kinds of curse words Aaron had never heard him speak before.
He wrecked Jett with his tongue until he was a shivering, incoherent mess, then got back to his feet.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Aaron said, and he looked around the room. “Lube, where’s lube?”
Jett’s hand shook as he pointed to his pile of discarded clothes. Aaron leaned over him, kissed his shoulder, then went to get Jett’s lube.
There was a packet tucked into his wallet, along with a few notes. Aaron thanked God Jett was prepared, but then he froze, realizing the lube was meant for Marlon to use.
He went back to Jett collapsed over the desk and reached for the collar on his neck. It was too loose, and he needed it tighter. He adjusted the notches, then tested it with his fingers. He leaned back, satisfied.
“This lube wasn’t for me, was it?”
Jett whined—it morphed into a moan when Aaron slapped his ass again.
“It was for him, wasn’t it?” Aaron gritted his teeth. “No, he’s not getting his hands on you, or his cock inside you.”
“I don’t want his hands or cock.”
“Do you want mine?”
“Yes, God yes.”
Aaron lathered up his cock with the lube, smeared it over Jett’s entrance, then massaged the tender skin inside with his fingers. Jett panted, arching his back, giving Aaron more to work with.
“When I came in, I saw you at the bar with him. I actually contemplated leaving, letting him have you.”
Aaron took hold of his cock and lined himself up. “Never again…”
His eyes rolled back into his head when he pushed inside. Jett’s ass grabbed him, squeezed him, warmed him up. Aaron yanked Jett back by the collar, getting him to stand up. He gripped Jett’s hip with one hand and held his body snug to his chest with his other, and then he started rocking his hips. Jett’s ass was made for his cock, and it took him beautifully. He used Jett, selfishly chasing his own orgasm in the tight channel. He kissed the side of Jett’s neck, then huffed in displeasure when he could get his tongue under the collar.
“You think you could do another notch for me?” he said by Jett’s ear.
Jett nodded.
“Good boy.”
Aaron stopped rocking, forced Jett forward, then adjusted the tightness of the collar. He couldn’t get his fingers under the leather anymore and could see it pressing against Jett’s Adam’s apple.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Jett whispered.
Aaron kissed the side of his face, then resumed his slow fucking. He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Jett around him, Jett’s body giving in, and letting him push deep inside. He moved his hand from Jett’s hip, to his stomach, and pressed down, where his prostate was, inches away on the inside. Jett went all shivery and leaned back into Aaron. He wheezed for breath, and Aaron could see the side of his face, restricted oxygen and desperation turning his skin pink.
Aaron ground his hips, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Are you close?” he asked.
Jett whimpered, and Aaron took it as a yes. He rubbed his hand over Jett’s stomach in small circles, adding more stimulus to his prostate. It was taking it from all sides, and Aaron increased the deepness of his thrusts, the pressure of his hand until Jett couldn’t handle it anymore. He tensed from his toes, up to his shoulders, but Aaron felt his ass tense the most, crushing his cock in a vise-like grip.
“Jesus,” he breathed, and then Jett’s cock started coming, lifting itself with each squirt over the desk.
Aaron knew he was close, could feel the pinpricks of pleasure intensifying down his cock. The sensation, the sight, the sound, even the smell of sex was more than Aaron could take, and it triggered the end of his edging, throwing him into the midst of an orgasm.
Jett’s lingering climax squeezed out every drop of Aaron’s cum until he lost his balance and staggered forward. He crushed Jett to the desk, still tingling in the afterglow, lightheaded and heaving.
/> “That was…” He couldn’t finish, too overwhelmed, but Jett seemed to understand.
“Yeah, it definitely was.”
He used that wondering tone, but the voice wasn’t enough, Aaron wanted to see the look on his face, too. He pulled his cock out, unclipped the collar from Jett’s neck, then turned him around.
Feathers were everywhere, Jett’s angel wings in tatters. The collar had left a red band around his throat, and Aaron stroked his thumb along the mark. The black shorts were still tangled around Jett’s thighs, making it hard for him to move his legs. Aaron sat him on the edge of the desk then held his face in his palms.
The dried cum on his chest flaked off in patches of glitter, sprinkling the floor. His blue irises were compromised by dark desire, and his lips were red-raw mauled. A haze of dopy affection glazed his eyes, and his smile was lazy, slanted on his face. Aaron found himself grinning back at him, unable to help himself. His life was dark, and grubby, and then there was Jett, so bloody good, and saintly, but eager for Aaron’s praise, eager for Aaron’s hands and cock. No one else was ever gonna look at him like Jett did, and he wasn’t going to look at anyone else in the same way he looked at Jett.
“You’re adorable.”
Jett suited the fallen angel look. Aaron’s fallen angel. Corrupted and cute, and Aaron kissed him hard.
After many, many minutes of kissing, Aaron took a step back. He ruffled Jett’s messy hair, then picked a patch of not-just-glitter off Jett’s chest
“I think you owe me another new desk.”
Jett looked at it, papers and books everywhere, and cum splattered on top. It wasn’t technically broken, but a mess. The whole office looked like a tornado had passed through.
“And you owe me a new trophy.”
Aaron looked regretfully at the floor behind him. The glass glinted in the light, and he sighed.
“I’m sure you’ll win another next year. You’re the best barman in the country. The best dressed, the best kisser, the best fuck as well.”
“Do I get a trophy for all that?”
“Maybe, if you’re lucky.”
“What do we do about Marlon?” Jett whispered.
“What about him?”
“He thinks I’m going home with him.”
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