Chapter 17 #2
Benny thought he might stop once his hands pulled back completely.
But Jack was just getting more gel.
He didn’t respond verbally to Benny’s stuttering concern.
Instead his palms pressed into Benny’s chest, fingers fanning out across his pecs.
Then all of him slid down.
Jack’s fingertips piqued both nipples just by existing.
And he kept going down.
“Jack,” Benny tried again.
This time he responded, moving his hands across Benny’s stomach and out to his side as he did so.
“I think you worry too much, Benny. About what everyone says and thinks, about everything. About me.”
His voice had changed.
At least, Benny thought it might have.
Deeper, maybe? Slower?
He wasn’t sure.
His focus was re-routing itself to what was happening a few inches below where Jack was casually rubbing.
Trying to think of anything remotely buzz-killing was nearly impossible when Jack Knox was lathering him.
He continued to move his hands dangerously close to the no-fly zone.
He pressed harder as he ran each hand from below Benny’s belly button and out to his sides.
Finally, Benny accepted he couldn’t stop or hide how his body was reacting.
“Jack.”
Even to his own ears, Benny could hear his voice crack on the one syllable. He went to push Jack’s hands away, but the other man was faster.
Like he’d grabbed Benny’s ankle earlier, Jack grabbed and held his wrist. He laid Benny’s hand down on his stomach.
“The internet isn’t in here, Benny. It’s just us.”
Benny definitely wasn’t imaging the voice change.
Not paired with the hooded look Jack gave him next.
And not with Jack’s hand pressing back into Benny’s lower stomach…and moving beneath the band of his underwear.
Benny resisted on reflex. Jack moved his body closer and angled for a better position.
Before he could panic or worry or turn even more red, Jack Knox held his hand fully around Benny.
“If I was still madly in love with someone else, I don’t think I’d do this.”
“Jack—”
The bartender stroked once. It was all that was needed to rip a tiny moan from his lips. He felt himself harden further.
Jack’s eyebrow rose.
He pulled his hand back out of Benny’s shorts.
Panic was hot on its heels.
Benny opened his mouth—to say what, he wasn’t sure—but Jack, yet again, made another surprising move.
He pushed off of the bed and stood tall.
Then…
Then he came right back.
Benny could only watch in heated confusion as Jack got back on the bed and straddled him.
“I also definitely don’t think I’d do this if I was stuck on someone else.”
Jack threw his shirt off and moved his hips so Benny could feel that the bartender wasn’t joking around.
Jack smirked.
Then he leaned over.
Benny felt his lips first, his hard-on second, and his hand deliciously third.
* * *
One minute he had been wearing a shirt, sitting on his couch in his apartment, and listening to Dixon blabber on about the high price of tampons.
The next?
Jack had his hard dick out, rubbing against Benny’s also very hard dick, their tongues tangling together, and both covered in organic sunburn relief salve.
Benny moaned against his lips.
Jack loved the noise.
He ran his fingers through Benny’s hair, trying to pull him closer despite there already being no space between their mouths.
Benny’s fingers had been doing their own thing, moving across Jack’s upper body like he was trying to case the joint.
Every contour, every curve, every inch, Benny’s hands moved along them.
If Benny had the aloe on his palms, he would have applied it thoroughly.
The exploration had a stimulating effect.
And that was before Benny went south with it.
Jack rolled onto his side. Benny went with him with a little gasp of surprise trapped between their lips.
Neither man broke their embrace.
Jack, however, did follow Benny’s example.
He grabbed the man’s dick and his own.
Jack started to stroke them together.
Benny’s surprise manifested as some sound caught between a moan and gasp.
Jack wasn’t one to judge.
The friction between their dicks, their hands, their mouths…
Jack continued to stroke and made his own noise of appreciation.
He kept the pace going until that pace wasn’t enough anymore.
Then, suddenly he had to say something.
Jack broke their kiss and pressed his forehead into Benny’s.
His words came out, grinding deep.
They sure as shit weren’t poetry, but Jack meant them something fierce.
“Fuck, Benny.”
It had been a long time since Jack had been this turned on.
This excited.
Felt this driving need to keep doing.
To do more.
But it felt too good.
And when Benny rasped out Jack’s name, he knew the end would get there before he could ask about the rest.
“I’m-I’m about to come,” he told Benny.
Benny said something but the words were lost. All heat and friction and sweat and aloe.
Then, it was all over.
And he wasn’t the only one who had finished.
They pulled together as wetness spread through the space between them.
Jack kept stroking slowly, breathing ragged.
When he was sure they were done, Jack still didn’t move.
Benny’s breathing slowly calmed.
It wasn’t until he heard it even out that Jack pulled back a little to look the man full in the face.
Benny’s lips were swollen. His eyelids were drooping.
It was cute.
He was cute.
Jack grinned.
“I’ll tell you what, sweet cheeks. If I had a blog, that would have made it in.”