Jack
Hi,
Is that concert date still on the table or am I too late?
He tapped on the profile, dazzled by the smile staring back at him. Alexander was bisexual, self-employed, and his kryptonite was chocolate cake. He was tall and though muscular, still slim with inky black hair and warm green eyes.
You’re just in time. Do you want a ride?
Wouldn’t say no. I live off Gessner and Memorial. Does that work?
Alexander sent through his address, and Jack popped it into his GPS. Not a shabby place, he thought to himself, firing off his response with one eye on the traffic.
I’ll be there in 45min.
The Luke Combs tickets had been a gift from his sister, only for her and the kids to come down with a stomach bug.
So, in a last-ditch effort to find someone to go with, he’d added it to his profile, following a ton of boring info that would filter out all the fuckboys.
Considering that Alexander had combed through all of it, all the way to the very last paragraph, he was a very patient man.
A little earlier than expected, he parked off to the side of the high-rise and got out of his truck. Leaning against the hood on the passenger side door, he texted his date that he’d arrived. Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he lifted his hat to adjust his hair.
Just a few minutes later, Alexander appeared, scanning his surroundings until their eyes met.
And fucking hell, the profile hadn’t lied.
He wore a black button-up shirt with his chest exposed.
His sleeves were rolled up, and the veins popping out of his forearms made Jack’s mouth water.
Damp hair slicked back out of his face, eyes beaming like a blooming spring tree in the sun.
“Shit, now I feel under dressed,” Alexander mumbled, eyes trailing from Jack’s hat to the pristine belt buckle and then to the freshly shone boots.
He chuckled, turned towards the passenger door, and opened it for his date. “I don’t believe you are.” He could feel Alexander’s gaze on him as he rounded the hood and climbed into the driver seat. “But are you a country fan?”
Alexander shrugged and smirked. “Not diehard. My brothers always say my taste for music is like a DJ vomiting a playlist with no idea what he’s doing. If you can’t switch from heavy metal to K-pop, you can’t ride with me.”
That had him chuckling again. “Not sure what that says about you.”
A black brow shot up as he was given a snarky look. “Maybe I am an open-minded creature who doesn’t limit himself.”
“True.”
“So, tell me what had you going to a concert all by yourself?”
“My sister cancelled on me. I actually thought no one would even read the nonsense I put in my bio to get to the last paragraph.”
“I thought it was a joke until you mentioned a fucking bathroom schedule. I had to make sure your mental health was intact. Like, who puts a whole fucking recipe to his favourite smoothie in there? And who in their right mind puts cucumbers, avocado, and raw eggs in that shit anyway?”
“I have no idea.”
Alexander laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, as curls dropped over his eyes like a curtain. “Well, I am glad you don’t.”
“Had to weed it all out a bit. There’s too many people out there with no humour or people who simply can’t read.”
“Only taking the brave and smart ones, I see.”
The ride was much smoother than he’d thought, not as awkward as one might imagine. Alexander was a man who could hold a conversation.
“Now where to park,” Jack muttered, trying to find the lot his sister had bought tickets for.
Alexander grabbed the tickets and pointed out the directions. “I usually take my brother to anything that has shitty parking like this. His blue badge is a goldmine.” Alexander must have sensed his curiosity and added with a shrug, “He’s blind, so he gets cool perks.”
“Does he know you’re using him?”
“What kind of brother would I be if he didn’t?”
“So the two of you are close?”
“Very.” Tone and smile filled with pride. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
The lot was still packed, with people crowding in even though the concert was about to start.
As they manoeuvred through the crowd, he put his hand on Alexander’s lower back to guide him.
The muscles flexed under his touch, and his eyes sparked with a grin.
Alexander was merely an inch shorter than him, though Jack’s boots gave him a clear advantage.
He’d always liked the leaner type and Alexander’s looks definitely hit his sweet spot.
He took a deep breath, hoping that his preferences in the bedroom wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.
Jack wasn’t a top. Yes, he had tried it in the past—he was a people pleaser, after all—but he much preferred to be on the receiving end.
He slid his hand into Alexander’s back pocket, the man’s ass nice and crisp against his palm. He leaned in, husking a command into his date’s ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
The grin widened, lip caught in a bite. “Keep it coming and I might steal your hat later.”
Fuck, he wanted that. Jack was a Texan through and through, and if that happened, there was no way in hell he was letting Alexander walk through his front door alone.
Following through on his threat, Alexander took Jack’s hat and placed it on his own head as they exited the stadium. Not only that but he slipped a hand into Jack’s back pocket and squeezed his ass. And it didn’t stop there, Alexander turned out to be a cheeky bastard.
As Jack drove, Alexander licked his lips, fingers tickling dangerously high on Jack’s thigh.
“Alexander,” he warned, but the growl turned into a groan as the back of Alexander’s fingers brushed over the rapidly hardening bulge behind the zipper.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Alexander mockingly echoed, wrapping his fingers around the hardening length.
Fuck. What made matters worse was Jack’s strong desire to strip the man down to nothing but the stolen hat on his head.
With each mile they drove, Alexander grew more daring. He slowly undid Jack’s belt, followed by the button of his jeans, then the zipper. While Jack grappled for composure, Alexander seemed to relax more and more, eyes hungry and bottom lip fixed between his teeth.
He tried to keep his cool, but he was struggling, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white.
“You know, it’s alright to say no.”
His attention flickered to the man beside him, whose green eyes lit up with each pair of passing headlights.
“I can be patient and wait until I have you in my bed.”
“Like hell you will.”
Alexander grinned and tightened his fist. “You like my fingers around your cock?”
“Alexander….” he scolded, trailing off into a moan as the man’s thumb traced a firm circle around his crown.
“I love the way you say my name.”
“Mmhph…”
Finally, the high-rise came into view. Alexander gave him the code that was punched in with a shaky hand and then followed the instructions to a visitor spot.
He yanked the teasing hand out of his pants and adjusted himself to look halfway decent. “Don’t move.”
He walked around the hood and opened the door for his date, his hand curling around Alexander’s neck and hauling him in for a kiss.
The man grunted in surprise, but eased into the kiss and practically leaped out of the truck to fuse their bodies together.
The kiss was fierce and full of fire, lips at war and tongues battling for dominance.
Fingers weaving together, Jack was pulled towards the elevators.
Once the doors closed them inside, their lips crashed together, hands roaming hot bodies and tugging shirts from pants.
He barely took in his surroundings as he shuffled behind Alexander, lips attached to his neck and arms tugging him closer.
It was only when Alexander wriggled out of his arms that he realised they were in a bedroom—a spacious, modern one at that. Jack didn’t have time to take much in before his date tackled him to the bed with a bruising kiss. Fuck, Alexander was lusting hard, and he loved it.
He relaxed under Alexander, struggling to unbutton his shirt. “Yours needs to go too.”
Seconds later, their shirts hit the floor. He couldn’t help but groan as Alexander’s kisses ran down his neck and over his throat, tickling down his chest before his tongue swirled around his nipples.
“Fuck, Alex.”
“Keep it coming, sugar.”
Sugar? He didn’t get much time to linger.
Alexander ripped his jeans off, cock springing free against the cool air.
He hardly got to draw in a breath before a hot mouth sealed over his cockhead, and a strong hand pumped his shaft.
Alexander was hungry, devouring him as if Jack was his last meal.
The fact that he was so eager to swallow every inch, had him cresting the edge before he could blink.
He’d had good head before, but damn this black-haired beauty was on a whole different level.
His body arched into him, hips seeking out that tight, wet heat and his fingers brushing those curls out of pretty eyes.
When the gorgeous green orbs met his and a smirk formed around the shaft stuffing Alexander’s mouth, Jack lost it.
He tried to pull out, but Alex buried his nose in his groin, throat constricting around him as he swallowed every drop.
“Fucking hell,” Jack panted. “You better have lube here.”
Alex came up for air, licking his lips and jutting his chin towards the nightstand. Still quivering from his climax, Jack stretched for the drawer, finding condoms as well as a few toys geared to the female body.
Why did that make him so jealous?
As Alex wiggled out of his jeans, something about the way he looked suddenly felt hesitant. It vanished the second Jack squirted the liquid on his fingers and reached to massage it in.