Page 124 of The Bartender Special

He opened Benny’s mouth and he closed it, all at the command of his lips and tongue.

Benny could breathe but he would have gladly given the effort up if it meant he could have more of this. More of Jack.

He filled the small space between them with a moan he hoped let the other man know that this—this meant something to him.

And that he wanted more.

Benny wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and pulled him down, until he was flush against him, to emphasize the point.

Jack readjusted his hold. One hand went from gently cradling his face to a dance down to his hip. The other twisted up into his hair. The heat from Jack’s touch was nothing compared to the heat that started to roll in Benny.

They continued this series of tangling for a while, their own surprisingly soothing background music.

But then the shift between wanting to be close and needing to be close happened.

And Jack was the one to mark its change.

He broke their kiss, took off both of their shirts, and landed his lips against Benny’s collarbone.

Benny would have done more, but his attention melted as Jack slid a hand down to his jeans. With deft fingers, he worked double-time. Benny’s pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and in the process of being slid down, at the same time Jack’s lips danced across the skin of his chest.

Benny could only respond by helping kick his jeans and boxers off.

It seemed to be exactly what Jack wanted though.

The second Benny was undressed from head to toe, Jack slid his hand down and took Benny in his hand.

Benny couldn’t help but arch to the touch.

His moan, however, was muffled by Jack’s mouth, coming back up to envelop his.

The kiss was deep and hungry. In time with his strokes, a maddening slow rhythm. Benny’s body pushed up at each pump.

It felt like Jack was teasing him.

And, a few seconds later, he realized Jack’s plan had never been his hand.

His lips and tongue made their way down Benny’s chest and stomach until they left the area completely.

The noise Benny made when Jack’s mouth took him in drowned out the sound of the storm outside.

The bartender held one hand splayed on Benny’s stomach while the other wrapped around his thigh. His mouth and tongue and head moved up and down, down and up, and sucked and slid, as Benny moaned and squirmed and lightly cussed into the dark.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand wound its way into Jack’s hair.

He pressed down lightly, wanting more but not daring to force it.

Thankfully, Jack seemed to understand the unasked request.

And he wholeheartedly obliged.

He pushed Benny’s dick deeper into his mouth and repeated the new depth and speed until Benny’s quiet groans became anything but.

“I-I—Oh, Jack,” he yelled out. “Oh, Jack, I’m-I’m about to come.”

Benny tried to push the man off before it was too late, but the bartender held fast.

Benny didn’t have time to worry after that.