6 - Andy Jacobs
6
Andy Jacobs
It was Friday when we finally went out again. The crowd tonight was a little more cheerful, a little rowdier, since everyone was tired after a whole week of work, and every Friday was a celebration of the coming weekend. It was perfect for what I had in mind and I let Dan know as soon as we had our drinks in hand.
No shots tonight.
“I dare you to hook up with the first woman you like,” I said, whispering roughly into his ear, unable to help myself even when I had told myself I shouldn’t.
Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about getting my point across.
And about letting my brain know that Dan was absolutely not on the table.
Still, I couldn’t help but want to get a little vengeance on him for making me crazy all week, intimidate him with my bulk, remind him who was boss here.
Because while he was tall, I was taller. I also had several pounds of muscle on him, which that meant that my back was significantly broader than his, something that I couldn't help but notice with a strange delight in my gut. I could wrap myself around the whole of him if I wanted to, I could press him down and cover the whole of him, I could manhandle him into doing whatever I wanted him to–
Stop it.
No thinking about that.
Tonight I had a goal.
Dan shivered almost imperceptibly at the feeling of my hand on his nape, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to squeeze a little harder.
“Just like that? No foreplay, no sweet talk? I see why they call you a gentleman,” he said, tone full of irony, referring back to what Vincent, the bartender, had said the other night.
“I guess you know better than most people, don't you?” I said, tone more seductive than I had meant to.
Get a grip, Andy.
Dan turned to face me, and because I was still leaning into him, it meant that there were very few inches of air between us.
I didn't try to make the distance larger, and neither did he.
I was all too aware of his scent, of his warmth, of the visible inches of skin at the base of his neck, teasing me infuriatingly, baby-blue eyes pinned on me.
“So what, you want me to pick up some girl and go home? Where you live?” Dan asked, jaw tight, as if the prospect of hearing him going at it were something that would bother me.
Which, from anyone else, it wouldn’t have. In fact, the thought of hearing anyone else having a naughty good time with a woman would have been quite fascinating and enjoyable indeed, something worth losing a few hours of sleep for, but Dan being the one to do it?
Yeah, I wouldn’t like that at all.
I would rather throw myself off a window than hear him having sex. Without me .
I tried not to let it show, but my jaw was clenched pretty tight. “No, sweetheart, you're not taking some woman home and making love to her, you're going to make eye contact, have ‘fuck-me’ eyes, dance with her a little bit, and when she offers, you're going to take her to the bathroom and let her give you the ride of your life with her mouth. As I assume you're a gentleman, you're going to reciprocate, and then you'll both go your merry way home with the memory of her lips wrapped around your cock to keep you warm when you go to sleep.”
I could see that my words had an effect on him, his cheeks reddening slightly even if he didn’t mean to, his eyes going a little dark with desire even as his fists clenched by his sides, making me want to keep dirty talking to him all night instead of what I was telling him to do.
Impulses warred inside me because as much as a part of me hated what I was telling him to hook up with another woman, I also enjoyed the images of it way too much. Mostly the ones that involved his overcome face, the way he would look down at someone's lips around his hardness, and at the prospect of hearing the sounds he would make as he was being shown a good time.
Great, now my pants were more than a little tight.
This was going to be a rough night.
A necessary one though.
Because I wouldn't stand one second longer with my caveman ruling over my brain. I was getting Dan laid, and I was getting laid right after. Not getting laid last week must have been what threw me off.
Lies didn't sound any better when you told them to yourself in your mind.
Regardless.
I centered my thoughts back on him, who was holding on to his glass with a little more strength and he probably needed to.
“Am I just supposed to try and make eye contact with people with how crowded things are?” he asked, his words a little clipped, clearly forcing himself to focus back on the task at hand.
He was already looking at the crowd of people and the small dance floor area where people were bouncing with their Friday night happiness stupor.
“You don't have to go to just anyone. Luckily for you, you're learning from the best, and since I know a fair share of people here and I’m feeling charitable, I’ll give you some tips.”
Dan scoffed, still refusing to look my way.
Leaning even more toward him, my front almost pressed to his back, I reached out my arm to point him towards some people.
“See her? The one with the hair buns and the dimples? She knows how to have a good time. She loves to have fun, have no strings attached sex with men who aren’t assholes, and if she feels nice, she'll probably even press her fingers on your taint and make you come so hard you'll see stars.”
Dan cleared his throat. “Speaking from experience, I assume?” he asked, voice rough like gravel.
God, this was torture.
“Yes, but I also know her. She's a Friday regular and won't give you the stink eye when you don't call her the next day. She's finishing med school and the thought of a boyfriend gives her hives.”
Dan’s jaw shifted, the movement catching my eyes like a red laser dot might.
“Someone else.”
“Not into doctors?” I asked.
“Just– someone else.” His eyes moved around the space. “What about her? Is she also regular?”
He was looking at a tall woman with long blonde hair, her eyes sharp, a wicked smile stretching her lips as she looked in our direction already.
I knew her too.
My hand tightened on my own drink, which sat untouched on the bar. I should be getting wasted with what was to come, but for some reason, I’d wanted my attention to be sharp for the first part.
“I'm afraid I'm not her type, but from what I've heard, you probably would be.”
His brows furrowed. “You're not her type, but I would be?”
“You’re a good boy that looks corruptible. Like you could melt on someone’s hand.” I bit my tongue before I forced myself to continue. “She's also into hookups only, so she would be a good option for you.”
I knew this because Nina was also one of my friends, even if she didn’t hang around my group all the time.
Dan stared at me for a moment, an unreadable yet somehow vulnerable expression on his face before it was gone.
He still wasn’t leaving.
A thought came to me and was out of my lips before I could tell myself to shut up.
“Unless you want to try it with a man?”
Suddenly, there was a stillness in the air between us.
The tension was so thick, it was palpable, though maybe it was just me imagining it. I knew Dan was straight. I had always known.
The outright rejection of the idea would serve me right to tie the caveman down.
But suddenly, Dan wasn't refuting me outright. He also didn't look offended like some straight men did at the thought that they might be even a little curious about tasting something other than the usual.
His eyes went to mine and for a second, a single fucking second, they dropped to my lips before he looked away, as if electrocuted.
“Not tonight.”
What?
What fresh hell was this, and who had gotten me in here?
Was that supposed to be a ‘maybe’ ?
Now this was a nightmare. A very bad fucking one.
My dick was so hard it could put a dent in the bar if I tried to hit it hard enough.
Suddenly, Dan took a long gulp from his drink—a plain ginger ale, mind you—, put it back on the bar, then left me there with a lazy, “See you later.”
Let it go , I told myself, even as my mind tried to focus on what he’d said like my life depended on it.
I watched them, stopping the urge to bring my drink to my lips, because fuck, I wasn’t supposed to care one way or another. He was just a guy. I should just go find myself someone to be with, preferably a woman since I knew what would happen if I chose a man. It would be someone that looked way too much like Dan, and my mind would get ideas that I didn't want it to get.
Dan and Nina danced, the latter looking delighted, whispering no doubt filthy things into his ear as she put her arms around his neck. The sight of it made me want to slam the glass in my hand against the floor.
One more minute, and I was going to get a hookup of my own.
One. More. Minute.
But it was then that Nina took Dan's hand in her own, and put her other hand by her mouth as she whispered in his ear, both of them looking towards the private bathroom that I had already told Dan he could go to.
Even from this far I could tell the reluctance on Dan's face and the line of his shoulders.
And before I knew it, I had let go of my glass and was making my way toward them.