Page 126 of The Bartender Special

Jack rolled the condom on and slicked himself up, despite just how badly he wanted to⁠—

No.

This wasn’t about him.

This was about Benny.

Doing it right.

Making it right.

Jack wasn’t sure if Benny had been with anyone after Derrick, but he knew the moment he’d heard Callum’s recounting of the experience that Jack had wanted better for him.

That Jack wanted to be the better was a thought that came later.

Now, he knew it was the truth.

He wanted Benny to enjoy himself.

But not because he was acting.

Not because he was faking it.

Because it was real.

They were real.

Jack settled between Benny's legs and braced one hand beside his head. With his other hand, he guided himself to Benny. He paused before starting.

He could just make out Benny’s face in the dim light.

His eyes were wide, his lips swollen and slightly parted. His cheek was soft and always seemed to be asking for a kiss.

But that was for soft moments.

What he wanted to do next wasn’t soft.

Still, he had to be sure that Benny was okay.

That Jack wasn’t pushing Benny into something that would have them avoiding each other the next day.

“Are you good?” he asked, barely keeping it together even to his own ears.

Benny was beautiful as he nodded against the sheets.

“Yeah. I’m—Yeah, I’m good.”

He was nervous.

But there was something else there in his voice.

Excitement?

Anticipation?

It only fueled the mounting tension in Jack’s body.

He grabbed Benny’s ass and leaned closer.