Chapter 8
The hour was late when the final light flicked off in the bar.
Much later than Daniel had hoped, but he could only stare daggers at the people who continued to order drinks until he was able to announce last call.
Things did get a bit testy there at the end when Daniel had considered opening his own wallet in exchange for them getting their asses out.
He’d ultimately decided that was a terrible idea and swallowed down his impatience.
Never before had he wanted to be finished with a shift so desperately, but it was Jensen’s last night, and he needed to see him.
After a solid two minutes of banging on Jensen’s door, Daniel was about to pilfer the hotel’s safe to get the spare key—his patience finally running out. There wasn’t a single thing that would keep him from his goal tonight, his job be damned.
The door creaked open a few inches, revealing a bed-rumpled Jensen, who was rubbing his eye. “Daniel? Is everything all right?”
Instead of answering, Daniel pushed him into the room. Jensen stumbled back as he closed and locked the door. Streetlights crept around the edges of the heavy curtains, illuminating the room just enough for him to see Jensen’s features.
“What’s going on?” Jensen asked.
“No talking.” Daniel moved forward. When he reached Jensen, he pressed his palm against Jensen’s shirt and continued to push him backward.
“You didn’t come see me tonight. I didn’t like that,” he said with a teasing tone, trying to keep the truth from his words.
Because the truth was embarrassing and pathetic.
He hated that Jensen hadn’t been by to see him since the night before.
It made him feel discarded. Forgotten about.
It hit too close to home and the way his parents had ignored him the moment he turned eighteen.
It opened the newly scarred wounds of being ghosted by all his college friends.
It reinforced every demon in his head that joyfully reminded him no one really cared about him.
That he was replaceable and forgettable and alone in this world.
But that was too heavy of a train of thought for the night.
He didn’t want to wallow in his insecurities or the damage his family had done to him.
He wanted to feel Jensen’s skin under his fingertips.
He wanted to feel the goose bumps erupt as he played with him.
He wanted to see Jensen react to him. To know he forced a reaction in the man.
“I was invited to dinner. I couldn’t say no,” Jensen said as his knees hit the bed.
Daniel shook his head and pushed him down on the blankets. The old springs squeaked as his back bounced on the mattress. With the next heartbeat, Daniel was climbing on, his thighs straddling Jensen’s waist. He ran his hands up his chest, hoping to meet skin. Then down his arms to his wrists.
“You wear a long-sleeve shirt to bed?” Daniel asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
“I like to be covered up. I think having your collarbone showing looks slutty.”
“Heaven forbid anyone suspects you of being a floozy in your own bed.”
Jensen glared at him, a look that lost all venom when paired with his mussed hair.
“Do you think I look slutty?” Daniel ran a finger along his own skin above his shirt’s drooping neckline.
His hand was pushed away by Jensen as he took over, his fingertips brushing along Daniel’s exposed skin. “Yes, and I like it a lot.”
Heat flared in Daniel’s stomach. “Is that what you want? For me to be your slut?”
It was Jensen’s turn to shake his head. He stared at his fingers as he caressed them up Daniel’s neck to stroke his earlobe. Daniel could have purred at the reverent ministrations. “I want so much more than that.”
Daniel leaned down, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to play with the elastic in Jensen’s pajama pants. “What do you want?” he asked, just inches from Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s gaze flicked between Daniel’s lips and eyes until he seemed to steel himself. “I want to kiss you.”
Daniel hummed in agreeance and slid his hand up to rest on Jensen’s bare stomach.
“I want to taste your tongue while I take off your clothes. Then I want to flip you over and spread those perky cheeks and push our shared spit into your tight hole. I’m going to eat you out until you’re leaking.
I can’t wait to feel you pulsing around my tongue when I finally wrap a hand around you and let you come.
Then I’m going to use your sweet cum as lube as I push into you.
I’ll take it slow at first while you’re still sensitive, but once you’re hard again, I’m going to rearrange your guts. ”
Daniel’s mouth had dropped open at some point. He had certainly not expected that level of dirty talk from Jensen. Really, he’d expected blushing admissions of holding hands and gentle kisses as they fucked missionary. But he could get on board with Jensen’s plans. It wouldn’t be a hardship at all.
Jensen cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “If that’s all right?” he asked in a muted tone.
A laugh escaped Daniel before he surged down and took Jensen’s lips.
Without prompting, Jensen’s hands framed Daniel’s neck and face, tilting him to deepen the kiss.
True to his word, Jensen teased his tongue briefly along Daniel’s bottom lip before pushing in, taking the flavor of Daniel’s mouth like it was his right.
Breathless, Daniel finally broke the kiss and sat back.
“We can do some of that,” he promised and reached into his back pocket.
He dropped the condoms, dental dam, and lube onto the bed next to them.
It was more than awkward to walk through the halls with an entire fucking tube of lubricant in his pocket, but the things he wanted to do with Jensen warranted much more than a tiny little satchel.
If he got his way, they’d be using several condoms and getting no sleep that night.
“What is this?” Jensen held up a foil package.
“If you want to eat me out, you’ll need to use it. Think of it as my PPE. And in this case, OSHA is the corner clinic that will make me take pills if I don’t use it.”
Jensen nodded, lost in his head for a moment as he felt the edges of the package with his fingertips. “But I can still? Eat you out?”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Daniel couldn’t hold back his smile.
With one more perfunctory nod, Jensen dropped the package and brought his hands to the bottom of Daniel’s shirt.
Without warning, he pulled it, making Daniel scramble to get it over his head.
The fabric had barely cleared his fingers when his world turned upside down.
Jensen bodily moved him onto his stomach and bracketed his thighs.
“Oh.” Daniel puffed out his breath.
No more words were exchanged as Jensen slid his fingers under Daniel and undid his pants. Three ticks of the air conditioner later, his pants were around his ankles and his ass cheeks were pulled apart.
“Pretty,” Jensen breathed out.
It wasn’t really what Daniel expected someone to say while making eye contact with his asshole, but he wasn’t upset about it. It was an endearing reaction to something so dirty, and he didn’t hate it. And he’d definitely heard worse from past clients.
Foil was ripped, latex was placed on his exposed hole—causing his breath to hitch and him to clench—then, like a starving man’s, Jensen’s mouth was on him.
Daniel couldn’t help arching his back, pushing his ass further onto Jensen’s face, or the long groan that left his chest. Jensen’s tongue roughly licked long stripes against his hole, loosening him up and lighting up his nerves there.
Hands grabbed his hips, and he was pulled impossibly closer as Jensen’s tongue stabbed at his hole, begging for entry and not relenting until it got what it wanted.
Even through the dental dam, Daniel could feel the heat of his tongue and breath.
He could feel the sucking of his lips around his ring of muscle.
He could sense the desperation, the excitement, as Jensen took what he wanted from Daniel’s opening.
His hands fisted the blanket, his legs spread wider, and his cock leaked on the bed.
It was good. Maddeningly good. No one had been this vigorous, taken so much obvious pleasure from eating him out.
And Jensen was definitely experiencing pleasure from this.
The noises he was making, the way he gripped Daniel’s skin, how long he kept going, even as his tongue must have gotten tired and sore.
Finally, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore.
He needed more than just Jensen’s thick tongue in his ass.
Never mind that it had been almost a full week since he’d been fucked, which was his longest period of celibacy since starting his job.
He needed Jensen. The emptiness within him ached, fiercer than raging fire.
He couldn’t keep clenching around nothing. He’d surely lose his mind.
“Jensen,” he choked out. “I need you to fuck me.”
For the first time since he’d started his ministrations, Jensen backed away and took heaving breaths. “How?” he asked and smoothed a hand down Daniel’s back, stopping to palm at his ass.
“Get on your back,” Daniel instructed.
Ungainly, Jensen immediately flopped back.
The action might have been funny in any other situation but not after the performance he’d just put on.
And Daniel found he liked how uncoolly Jensen wanted him.
He was so up-front with it. There were no barriers between them, and Jensen didn’t seem to care at all how he came across, as long as Daniel was in his bed.
That was the only thing he was concerned with, and it was a huge power trip for Daniel to be wanted so desperately.
“Take off your clothes.” Daniel grabbed the lube and applied a bit to his fingers to work himself open.
After throwing his clothing off the bed, Jensen sat back and pouted. “I want to do that,” he said, eyeing the hand disappearing under Daniel with jealousy and contempt.
He shook his head and bit his lip as he brushed against his most sensitive areas. “You can watch. Stroke your dick for me.”
Jensen’s hand floated up his shaft, barely touching his flushed cock, and he thumbed the underside of his head. As Daniel opened himself up, Jensen sat against the pillows and toyed with his crown, almost as an afterthought as his attention was on Daniel.
When he was stretched enough for Jensen’s cock to fit in without hurting, he picked up the condom.
He made quick work of the wrapper before knocking Jensen’s hand to the side.
His mouth followed his hand and the condom down Jensen’s cock, pulling a strangled breath out of him.
And God, what a cock it was. Sized perfectly for fucking and sucking.
Long enough to hit his throat and all the places he liked most inside himself.
Thick enough to stretch his lips and soon his ass.
Once the condom was around the base of Jensen’s cock, Daniel lifted his head, hollowing his cheeks on the uptake, causing Jensen’s body to jerk and tense.
Jensen dropped back to the bed, long-limbed and relaxed as Daniel pulled off. “I would like to be inside you now, please, if I could.”
Daniel smiled and wiped his spit from his chin.
That he could do. Grabbing the lube from the bed, he poured a generous amount in his palm.
He gave Jensen a few passes to slick his cock for an easy glide.
Without any more fanfare, Daniel got in position, took a deep breath, then started to lower himself onto Jensen’s rigid cock.
Their eyes caught and held as Daniel sat fully on Jensen’s lap.
At the same time, they both breathed in a gasp of air, more than pleasure passing between them in the moment.
Daniel was so full, so perfectly stretched, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in his line of work.
But the look in Jensen’s eye, the way he stroked Daniel’s spread thighs, the words unsaid were new. Better. Achingly perfect.
“Daniel, I …” Jensen trailed off.
Daniel’s heart thumped boldly as he gave himself a moment to get used to the feeling of Jensen inside him.
Not that he was sure he could ever get used to the feeling, the lightness that settled over him.
He had the thought that he could experience this moment a million times and still never get used to it.
As if Jensen could feel it too, his hands flexed on Daniel’s hips before traveling up his body.
When his fingers reached Daniel’s neck, he gently coaxed his head down. As their lips met in a gasping kiss, Daniel finally rolled his hips. Spurred on by the groan leaving Jensen’s throat to be lapped by his own lips, he started to really move.
Their mouths only parted to pull in desperate air before latching together again, and Daniel thought, This is what sex is supposed to be like.
He’d forgotten over the years of selling his body to people he didn’t know or care about.
But like a heavy rain dispersed the ever-present city pollution, he remembered.
He remembered what it was like to be so surrounded by a person but never close enough.
He remembered searching hands that could spend lifetimes tracing bodies and never finding satisfaction. He remembered feeling whole.
His head felt light, like he could float away or maybe he already had.
With each roll of his hips and each tug of his hair, he found that high place people spent their lives searching for.
Whether it was a nirvana he didn’t think he believed in or a heaven he didn’t deserve, Daniel had stumbled across a place deep in his chest that was so used to just being a cavity.
With each brush of their tongues and each thrust from below him, he felt something significant start to thread itself through his heart.
He felt cared for with Jensen’s hands cradling his head.
He felt truly desired, not just his body but Daniel himself, as Jensen breathed out his name like a prayer.
And God help him, he felt happy as he found his release with Jensen’s hand around his length and another twisted through his hair.
Worst of all, he felt rightness as Jensen filled the condom with a shout.
Sex hadn’t been like that for years. Not since he’d failed out of college and moved to Sevier and gotten the only job that would pay for his mounting bills.
Not since he’d been young and still full of hope.
Daniel wasn’t sure if he should thank Jensen and beg him to stay forever or run before the sweat had a chance to cool on his overheated skin. He wasn’t sure if it actually mattered.
Good things always ended too soon, and lightning didn’t strike twice. Jensen was leaving the next morning, and Daniel would go back to his unfulfilling life.