Page 101 of The Bartender Special

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.