Chapter 21
Miles
We sit front and center to watch Rudy and Maxwell do their next routine, but I can hardly focus.
It has nothing to do with all the cosmos I drank and everything to do with JJ’s large hand resting on the top of my thigh, just inches from my dick.
I can’t stop thinking about the last time I was here, and how he said he wanted to fuck me over the sink.
I fucked myself in the bathroom and came for him, then watched him come for me.
My dick is hard just thinking about it, and I hope like hell he doesn’t notice.
Or maybe I want him to notice because then maybe he’ll make a move.
Both of us have visited the bathroom already. We’ve drank so much, how could we not? But we went separately, and he was not waiting for me on the other side when I got out—which was slightly disappointing.
Rudy and Maxwell get through their final set, where they’re dressed like a cheerleader and a football player. They do a similar routine—dancing, mock sex, riling the crowd up.
“We can leave whenever you want,” I say as we get up from our seats.
“Do you want to leave?”
“I’m just saying that if you want to, we can.”
“I’m having fun,” he says. His eyes are slightly glazed over, and his hand comes around my waist, pulling me to him.
“So am I,” I breathe out.
JJ leans down, dragging his nose along my neck before biting me playfully.
I groan, thrusting against him, which causes him to tighten his arm around me.
“There’s no doubt we have chemistry,” he says in my ear, and I nod.
No doubt in my mind either.
“We do,” I agree. I also smile to myself because he listened to me when I said Joshua and I did not.
JJ’s other hand comes around my waist, and I slide mine up his chest and around his neck.
Everything around us disappears—or maybe it just doesn’t matter.
The music, the people, the dancers. It’s just me and JJ.
He smiles down at me, and I bite my lip, our eyes locking.
I feel his heart beating strong in his chest.
“Where’s the bathroom, Miles?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
I lean up to kiss him, pressing my lips to his in a firm quick kiss before taking his hand and pulling him through the crowd, to the bathrooms in the back—the ones that don’t get as much traffic as the others because people think they aren’t supposed to be back here, but I know better.
I look both ways before pushing open the door and yanking JJ inside. I flip the light switch on the wall and close and lock the door behind me. The room is decorated in black, navy blue, and gold, giving it a moody but classy feel.
JJ’s hands are on my face, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I claw at his chest, his arms, then shove his shirt up, needing to feel his skin. His abs are firm, but his skin is soft and warm.
He spins me so my front is against the door, his large body crowding behind me. His mouth is on my neck, his hands sliding around the front to undo my pants. I’m already hard. I have been for hours. The tension between us is at an all-time high, the chemistry off the charts.
“You said you’d fuck me over the sink,” I say.
“Shh, we’re getting there.”
His hand slips under my shirt, sliding up my chest and pressing against it, pulling me closer to him. His other hand slides inside my pants, grabbing my dick and squeezing. I whimper, pressing my ass against him.
“JJ…”
He walks me over to the sink, holding my body against his. JJ starts to stroke my dick slowly, and my eyes fall closed.
“Oh, no,” he says as he stops. “You watch me touch you.”
I pop my eyes open, sucking in a breath. My gaze meets his in the mirror and he nods once.
“Keep them on me.”
His hand starts to move again, slowly and torturously. His nails dig into my chest gently, before sliding across and pinching my nipple. I moan, biting my bottom lip as I fight off the orgasm that’s already threatening to take me over.
I hold JJ’s gaze, but I’m hardly seeing him, too distracted by the pleasure.
“Fuck me,” I mouth in the mirror.
He smirks, then squeezes my dick harder.
“Get a condom,” he says, jerking his chin toward the bowl on the shelf beside the mirror.
The club doesn’t promote sex, but they aren’t stupid either.
They just want people to be safe. I reach for it and pluck one out.
He spins me around so I’m facing him. “Take my cock out, Miles, and put it on me.”
I’m hardly able to breathe as I hold his gaze and work his jeans open. His dick springs free, thick and hard. My mouth waters. I tear open the packet and roll it on his cock, purposely applying pressure. He bites back a groan.
“Now turn around and bend over for me.”
I drop the packet onto the floor and turn so I’m looking at him in the mirror again.
He spits onto his fingers and brings them to my ass.
My eyes flutter, wanting to close as he slips one finger inside me, then almost immediately adds a second.
He shoves my pants down to my ankles, allowing me to spread my legs more and bend forward.
He fucks me faster with his fingers before pulling them out and pressing his cock forward.
I so badly want him inside me, and it doesn’t take long for his hips to hit my ass, his dick buried deeply.
I moan as he starts to move, fucking me slow but hard.
I hold on to the edges of the porcelain sink, my knuckles white, as his hand comes around my throat, lifting my head just a little so our eyes meet in the mirror again.
My lips are parted, brow furrowed. I don’t even care if I look ridiculous, this feels too good.
JJ has an intense look on his face, the chords in his neck straining as he fucks me.
With each thrust, he hits my prostate, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
My dick bounces, precum dripping from the tip, onto the black porcelain.
When he’s close, he wraps his hand around my dick, stroking me along with his thrusts.
“Remember what I said,” he growls in my ear.
I explode, cum shooting all over the sink and the bottom of the mirror.
JJ comes with me, filling the condom. He holds me up while stumbling on his feet, trying to keep himself from falling.
We’re both breathing heavily, and after a moment, I can’t help but laugh.
JJ smirks too, then pulls out of me and removes the condom to toss in the trash.
I fix my pants and toss the condom wrapper that I dropped on the floor.
Then I grab some napkins and wipe up my mess.
“You’re really good at listening,” JJ says as he watches me.
“Can’t really help it sometimes,” I say. “You were pretty adamant about what you wanted.”
“Is this the same bathroom?” he asks, pointing to the floor. I nod. “So, I’ve made you come twice on this sink, hmm?”
“Actually, I made myself come the first time.”
“Because you were on the phone with me… thinking about my cock in your ass… because I told you to.”
He moves closer, leaning down to kiss me. It’s soft, sweet almost. Not heated and passionate like the sex just was. This is gentle. Different. Like it means something.
“You ready for more drinks, or you want to get out of here?” he asks softly.
“Definitely more drinks.”
We stay until after the club closes, hanging with Rudy and Maxwell as we nurse our drinks.
I’m not ready for the night to end. I could keep going.
I’m not nearly as drunk as I was the last time I was here, but that’s sort of nice.
It means I’ll remember more. That I’m more present.
I’m enjoying JJ without everything being fuzzy.
“How are you two getting home?” Rudy asks, looking between us.
“Because neither of you can drive,” Maxwell adds.
JJ lifts his phone, swaying slightly in his seat. “Ordering a car.”
“I can order the cat—I mean car.” I laugh, and then they all do too.
“Clearly you’re capable,” JJ says. “But not happening.”
“But you paid for all the drinks,” I whine.
JJ looks at me and winks. “And this is how it’ll be when you’re out with me, so get used to it.”
Rudy gives me a look that says he’s impressed… maybe a little turned on.
“I have money,” I say.
“Never said you didn’t,” JJ retorts, doing something on his phone. Probably ordering the car. We should go. I don’t want to, but we should.
The car is here ten minutes later. We hug Rudy and Maxwell goodbye with promises to do this again soon—though I’m not sure how much more of this my body can take in one year.
The car that picks us up is nice, the seats heated and leather, and the back is just big enough to fit the both of us.
“Evening,” the driver says, looking at us in the mirror. He’s an older man, maybe mid-fifties with a kind face. The hair on his head is as white as his bushy beard and mustache.
We smile in response, and he takes off as I rest my head on JJ’s shoulder and close my eyes.
His hand finds my thigh, just resting it there. It isn’t sexual. It’s sweet.
I don’t fall asleep, but I am relaxed the entire way to my house. The car comes to a stop and I open my eyes, surprised that we got here so quickly.
I take off my seatbelt and open the door, glancing back at JJ. “You could come in…”
He watches me carefully, the expression on his face not changing. I’m not sure what to expect, but I am pleasantly surprised when he undoes his seatbelt.
“I know you have to charge me for the rest of the ride, and that’s fine—just please don’t give me a bad rating. I’ll give you a good tip,” JJ says to the driver.
The driver laughs. “It’s no problem. You boys have a good night, now.”
JJ gets out of the car and meets me around the other side. We walk up to the door together, and I let us in.
“Are you hungry?” I ask once we’re inside.
“Starving. You want to order something?” he asks.
“Don’t think anyone would deliver this late—but there are leftovers in my fridge. Hope you like tacos.”
He groans happily and follows me into the kitchen. I pull multiple containers out of the fridge and hand them to JJ, who puts them on the counter.
“I think that’s all of it.”
He’s already putting the meat in the microwave, so I get the tortilla wraps. We work together flawlessly, pulling off covers, getting plates, utensils, and napkins.
The microwave beeps. JJ takes the steaming container out and puts it on the counter between the chopped tomatoes and shredded cheddar cheese.
“Oh, I forgot!” I go back to the fridge and grab the sour cream. “Can’t have tacos without this.” I hold it up.
“Eh…” He shrugs. “Don’t really care for it.”
I scoff, hugging it to my chest. “More for me, then.”
We stand there, and in the most drunken way possible, make and eat an ungodly amount of tacos.
I pull out a bottle of white grape juice from the fridge and drink right from it, offering it to JJ. He takes it and looks at it with a curious smile.
“Grape juice, huh?”
“It’s for Noah.”
“Uh huh…” He takes a sip. Then another before offering it back.
“Oh my God, please tell me you love brownies and deviled eggs.”
His brows raise. “Maybe not together…”
I give him a playful shove. “Obviously. Well, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
I grab the devilled egg container from the other end of the counter and present it to JJ.
“Take the cover off.”
He lifts it, both curious and hesitant. His eyes widen when he sets his eyes on what’s beneath. Brownies in the shape of half a boiled egg, with frosting where the yolk mixture goes.
“Wow,” he says. “Now that is not what I was expecting.”
“They’re so good!” I put the container down and pick one up. I offer it to him, and he takes the whole bite.
He moans, leaning against the counter, his eyes falling closed.
He licks his lips after swallowing. “Wow.”
“You said that already.”
“Wow,” he says again, and this time we both laugh. “That is good.”
“Yep.”
I pick one up and take the bite, scooting closer to JJ. We finish off the brownies, then we can hardly move.
“I am going to feel awful tomorrow,” he complains. “I should not be eating all this junk.”
“It’s the best part of getting drunk,” I say, tossing the egg container in the sink with the rest of them.
I’ll deal with cleaning them all tomorrow.
“Do you, uh… want to stay?” I ask.
“That’s why I’m here,” he smirks.
I just smile and take his hand, pulling him into my bedroom.
We get undressed to our boxer briefs, and crawl into bed together.
I lie with my head on his shoulder and my arm over his chest, brushing my fingers through the dark hair there.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s going to panic again.
He agreed to stay tonight, so maybe he won’t…
but both times he’s been here before, he’s run out of here like his ass was on fire.
“So, Halloween is next week,” I say softly. “Do you have plans?”
“Nope,” he says, his voice low and tired.
“Audrey has to work, which means I get to take Noah out. One guess what he’s going as.”
He huffs a laugh. “What do I get if I’m right?”
“A kiss.”
“Hmm… what would Noah want to be for Halloween?” His fingers find my head, running through my hair gently. “Oh, I know. A race car driver.”
“Wow. I’m offended.”
JJ laughs as I try to push him away. He grabs me and pulls me on top of him like I weigh absolutely nothing. Our eyes meet. The tension spikes slightly. His fingers find the back of my head, running through my hair gently.
“Your hair is so soft,” he says.
“I use conditioner.”
JJ smiles. “You’re funny.”
“When I’m drinking.”
He grasps my face, looking directly into my eyes.
“No, Miles. You’re funny all the time.”
“I—”
“You are,” he says firmly. “Maybe you’re joking when you say you’re brave and funny and whatever else when you’re drunk, but I like you when you’re sober too. I hope you know that.”
I smile, then lean in to kiss him. How can I not?
“I didn’t get the question right,” he says with a smile.
“Yeah, but you deserved a kiss, anyway.”
He hugs me tighter. In his arms, it’s warm and safe. After a moment, I slide off him and get comfortable at his side. That’s how we fall asleep.