10. Will
Chapter ten
Will
T his is probably one of those socially unacceptable behaviors of mine, but oh well. I struggle enough as is. Can’t be perfect. When I went to help Bailey unload his truck last Sunday, I may have gotten a glimpse of his license plate. That kinda info opens up a lot more doors in terms of how much you can find out about a person.
Bailey doesn’t have his home address listed for his business, but… he does have his work truck registered. Searching the address helps confirm this is not a mailing address but his actual property. And since Bailey doesn’t have a store for me to pop into, I may have gone out of my way to drive by his place while going to and from work all week long. Not as if I intend to break into his house and hide in his closet just—I don’t know. Get a better sense of him from the outside. Maybe even his daily habits. That would be helpful.
Or maybe I should just message him like a normal person. I like to think I did okay when we talked on Sunday. Not too horribly awkward. And I actually got words out. Whole sentences, even. I wonder what he would say if I asked him out? Jess will likely get pissed, but… oh well. After Sunday, I’m no longer content to give up on Bailey. Jess has always been right there in front of me, but unlike how I almost abandoned the Bailey dream for Mantis—er, Cas—I’m not ready to throw in the towel this time. Maybe that says everything I need to know about how I feel for Jess but don’t want to admit to myself yet.
Jess and I usually don’t have to work Saturday nights since we have to be up early Sunday morning, but Jess has a split shift and I’m covering for Lucy. The girl popped out a ten-pound baby yesterday and I’m just glad I wasn’t here when her water broke at work. That being said, I don’t mind working evenings. Less interactive work and more quiet tasks like straightening and rotating stock, only ringing occasionally when someone comes in. And really, this place is small enough that I have a clear view of the register even from the back of the store.
While I keep one eye on the front, Jess fights the price gun because I can never make the damn thing work. I’m only a few feet away, pulling all the overripe produce to either go in our discount bin or compost—depending on how far gone it is.
“Hey, are you coming to my place Sunday after work?”
The store’s currently empty and we’re closing within the hour, so we’re focusing more on our tasks while idly chatting at times. I can hear the uneven click of the gun, but he doesn’t say anything to me.
“Jess?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking,” he mumbles. When I look over, he finally slams a part back into the right place and it’s no longer jammed.
“Are you coming over?” I ask again.
“What am I coming over for, exactly?”
“What do you want?”
He doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that and starts stickering jam jars.
“It’s okay not to know. We can always just… hangout and whatever happens, happens.”
Jess scoffs and finally looks over at me.
“What?” I ask.
“I have shit to do on Sunday,” he mutters.
“Fine. Sleep over tonight. We’re both going to the same place in the morning, anyway.”
Jess stays quiet for a minute while stickering, and I’ve already accepted he’s going to tell me to fuck off when he turns to me and smirks. “Are you going to buy me dinner?”
“Anything for you.” And I smile back.
“Okay.” He goes back to stickering.
I turn to check one more time if the store is empty, which it is. We’re in the very back anyway, and we’ll hear anyone coming before they even see us. I sneak over to where he’s standing and wrap my arms around him from behind in a hug. Jess stops what he’s doing and stays frozen in place until I kiss his neck. I should probably get back to work and he’s going to tell me exactly that.
Nope.
He whips around to face me and kisses me with the sort of ferocity I didn’t think he was capable of. He almost backs me into some produce with the way he leans into me. Hot damn. It’s going to be a long final hour of our shift.
Nothing lasts forever, thankfully.
We close up, Jess comes home with me, and we’re all over each other within minutes. My front door closes, and somehow my pants are coming off before my shoes. We’re still in the entryway and haven’t even set foot in my living room yet.
Jess sinks to his knees in front of me, looking up at me with that wide-eyed expression of his.
“Are you seriously going to blow me right here?”
Yes, he is. And actions speak louder than words. He swallows down my cock without any hesitation and it quickly becomes apparent he’s determined to finish me right here and now. That doesn’t exactly factor into my plans for the evening, but after being horny for close to an hour, I don’t have much willpower left. The hot, wet mouth of my best friend offers too much temptation. His eyes flick up to mine once I’m close and he doesn’t allow me to have second thoughts. He has me backed up against the wall and seconds later I’m coming and he’s swallowing down every last drop.
I let my head tip back against the wall while my breathing returns to normal. “Fucking hell, Jess.”
He’s smiling at me from the floor still when I peek at him. “You still buying me dinner?”
“Didn’t you just eat?” He makes a face and I can’t help laughing. “I’m only kidding.”
The rest of the evening turns out nice but feels very coupley. We order in and eat our dinner while watching television on the couch, where we finish our evening snuggling. We shouldn’t stay up much later when we have to be on the road early tomorrow. When the current episode we’re on ends, we head off to my room and crawl into bed. I can almost see myself doing this on repeat. It’s not bad, but something still feels either misplaced or missing altogether.
Even though we should really go to bed, my dick disagrees. I messaged Cas earlier to let him know I won’t be able to call, and he seemed okay with that, but… maybe I have a harder time breaking routines than most people. We’ve already gotten comfy under the weighted blanket, but I roll over to Jess for a kiss anyway, then end up crawling on top of him. Jess responds with a breathy sigh, thrusting upward against me. He’s already hard, and the friction makes my cock beg for more.
As soon as I move to yank my underwear down my legs, Jess says, “We don’t have time for a shower and all that.”
“We’ll make time,” I mutter back.
Maybe he has another argument, but that gets cut off quickly. The second my hand dips down to touch the outline of his hard cock, his breathing picks up rapidly. He starts pulling his underwear down himself and I’m more than happy to help. When he moves against me this time, his shaky gasps only stop when I lean forward for another kiss.
Once again, I can almost see myself doing this for real. Falling in love with Jess. Being together. Having a future. Almost—but not quite. Not yet.
When I start to pull away to get on my knees, Jess tries to drag me back to him. Tries and fails. Which I can understand, since I typically only want sex with as little distance as physically possible from the other person.
I keep a hold on his thigh while I swipe my cock back and forth across his hole, spreading precum. His skin shivers beneath my hand and he pants as if he’s been running.
“You… better… not…” Then the rest of the sentence never comes.
When I spit in my hand, he jerks away at the sound, then not even a moment later he’s right back to moaning as usual when I slide a finger inside him. I pause only to swipe lube from my nightstand, rubbing it along the length of my shaft and swiping the last bit between his ass cheeks.
“You sound like you want more real bad, Jess,” I say. After I pull my finger out, I go back to rubbing my hard cock against his hole but only ease the very tip inside. “Can you take more for me?”
Jess’s whole body shakes, but with me, the answer’s always been yes. Doesn’t matter what I’m asking. “Okay,” his voice warbles.
I push deeper, but not all the way, grabbing him by the hips and pulling his legs up over my thighs. Jess has to throw a hand back onto the mattress to brace himself, but as long as he keeps hanging on to the back of my neck, he’s not going anywhere. He relaxes when I pause to kiss him, then linger there. I let my lips hover right against his mouth. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Won’t you, Jess?”
With a final thrust, I force my cock all the way into him. Jess pushes his hips away, but I’m already in him and he can only go so far when I’m holding his ass to keep him pinned against me. And Jess is just slim enough I can watch my cock bulge in his stomach when I thrust into him again and again. He whispers something that sounds like a chant of “I can’t” once I start moving.
“I know you can,” I whisper back. “And you’re going to come so hard while doing it.”
His wet cock bumps against my skin while my hips continue to move against him and gradually pick up speed. Even when his body shakes against mine, I don’t quit. I alternate between kissing him and pushing deeper while squeezing his ass. When he starts to tremble this time, his hips lift for more friction and he starts to moan.
“That’s it, Jess. You can do it.”
And the harder he moans, the harder I fuck him, until he’s caught between coming and whimpering. His symphony of sounds gets me right to the brink, so the second his orgasm hits, I’m chasing right after him. I’ve never come so hard and it quite literally takes my breath away. I don’t move after. I hold on to him instead, so we’re chest to chest while I ruffle my hand through his hair.
“Will, do you even like me?” Jess croaks.
“I like you so much, Jess,” I whisper before kissing the side of his head. “Thank you for putting up with me.”
The next morning we’re at the farmer’s market. The cold mornings have only gotten colder while the leaves start to change and drop. Right around the time we set down the last crate, Bailey wanders over with a smile and a wave. He looks so damn sweet in his plain zipped fleece, and I swear even the sight of him clothed makes me harder than most men can while naked. I awkwardly shift around in my jeans.
“Hi,” Bailey says. “Just wondering if you—”
“Yep, let’s go get it done right now.” Then I walk in the direction of his stand before he can object or Jess can ask me what I’m doing.
Jess not so subtly glares, anyway. I never actually told him my plan to keep helping Bailey out and maybe even get to know him in the process. Considering how things are with me and Jess, he’ll likely be even less supportive now than he has been in the past.
Bailey climbs into the bed of his truck and the way his body flexes while he moves is going to get me into so much trouble one day. Once again, we’re done unloading within minutes and Bailey is as appreciative as last time.
“Thanks so much,” he says.
“It’s not a big deal.” Except it is. We’re actually talking again today. Maybe we can hang out or even go on a date sometime. I just need to find the balls to ask him first.
“Still, it’s kind of you to do. You’re a really nice guy,” Bailey says while his eyes meet mine.
“And you’re sweeter than honey.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, but he rolls his lips in before smiling. “Not all honey is sweet.”
“That’s like saying not all skies are blue.”
“Well, sounds like someone is neglecting to factor in sunrises and sunsets.” Bailey drops to a squat again, and he’s digging around among the tiny jars in a wooden crate. Watching his ass bounce while he balances on the balls of his feet does all kinds of things to me. He breaks the seal and holds it out to me. “Try.”
I move a finger toward the open jar but he pulls back with a smirk.
“Hold on, Pooh Bear. Don’t go sticking your finger in there.” There is a mini wooden honey stick on the side, held on by an elastic band. He chuckles to himself while he pulls it off and twirls it around before offering the stick to me.
It’s small enough that I can pop the whole thing into my mouth like a lollipop and hold it there. The sweetness is there, but it’s more complex. More intense. Kinda like what I’m seeing.
Bailey managed to drip some honey on his finger before handing it over, so I spend far longer than socially acceptable watching him suck it off. Best part is, he sees I’m watching him and stares right back. His eyes don’t waver even to blink.
After I pull the stick out, I realize the difference in taste isn’t the wood. There is smokiness to the honey and something else—like sea salt when paired with chocolate or caramel. Still nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. “How’d you make this?”
“Trade secret.” He shrugs. Then he puts the lid back on and offers the closed jar to me. “Here.”
“You don’t have to give me this just for helping you.”
“Did you want something else?”
Fuck, all the blood rushes to my cock at that question and he’s smiling not so innocently at me this time. “You don’t need to give me anything,” I say as calmly as I can manage.
“Good answer.” He nudges the jar at me again. “I already broke the seal. You may as well keep your earnings. Or if you prefer, I’ll bill you later.”
Bailey chuckles and I laugh along with him before taking the small jar. The same hand he licked brushes mine for a brief second and I’m definitely jacking off with that one tonight. I’m about to pat myself on the back for a job well done when his expression shifts and he tilts his head.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Bailey says.
And there goes my ability to speak. I nod.
“Are you and Jesse… like…” He pauses and scrunches his brows. “Sorry if this is too personal. I’m trying to ask if you two are… together.”
“Not too personal.” I’m trying so hard not to freak out because my hopes are already sky high with this line of questioning. “We’re… something. Not quite together, though.”
Bailey visibly exhales.
I just may drop to the ground and convulse. Can anticipation even do that to a person?
“Sorry, I know he’s your friend and… I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”
“Not at all.”
Bailey lights up like a Christmas tree and my fucking guts feel as if they’re going to fall out. “He and I… um… we’re supposed to go out today after the market. I hope you don’t mind.”
Ugh. This man. So damn sweet. Leave it to him to consider something like that when most guys wouldn’t give a damn about fidelity—theirs or anyone else’s. Even so, I absolutely do mind. I don’t want to share either of them with anyone, least of all step to the side so Jess and Bailey can have each other. That’s not how this works and I’m going to have to remedy it immediately.
“It’s all good.” I smile at Bailey before I turn to leave. “Thanks for the honey.”