Neil. Jack checked out who was there, but at three in the afternoon, it really was only him, Riley, and Eddie the bartender, who was also the owner. Beers in hand, they took the corner table as usual. Riley had his cell in his hand and was texting.
"What are you doing with that fucking cell again?" Jack asked quickly. Riley frowned. Probably at the heat in Jack's voice.
"I'm just texting Eden, telling her we'll be back in a couple of hours."
"It won't take that long. One beer and we'll go back."
"Hmm." Riley was still hunched over his phone, and his phone beeped to indicate receipt of something. When he checked it, he nodded to himself, and then with a smile, he sat back in his seat. "We have some time to sit and relax."
Six feet plus of Riley sprawled this way in the dented seat was a sight for sore eyes. His blond hair was longer than the last time they'd been in Shooters, which had been only a month or so ago. It wasn't slicked back or styled to within an inch of its life any more. Jack liked it, for reasons other than the way it looked. It gave him something to grip on to when… Idly he looked to the left and the door to the room he had used pre-Riley. The door locked, it had a table and chairs in it, and he remembered it was always clean. Well, nearly clean. They wouldn't have lube here, but the time was well past for them to use condoms, and they could just…
"Talk to me, Jack." Riley was insistent.
"Nothing to say."
"I'm here if you need someone to listen." Jack looked at his husband, at his tall, sinful, well-muscled body. The hazel eyes stared at him intensely. So gorgeous. So much time had passed since they had done anything physical that connected them beyond hugging. He couldn't seem to get his head back into a serious discussion fixated, as he was, entirely on Riley and the idea of sex.
"Riley?" He shifted in his chair as his dick was filling at the thought of Riley on his knees in front of him. It was easy to imagine swallowing Riley to the hilt and bringing himself off to the noises he knew Riley would make.
Riley was mid gulp, and when he looked at Jack, he didn't appear to have anything to say other than, "Uh huh."
"I want to show you something," Jack said, and glanced back at Eddie, who met his questioning shrug with a nod.
"What?"
"Come with me…" He held out his hand, and Riley stood. He still kept hold of his beer and was looking more than a little confused. He didn't drop Jack's hand though and followed him through the closed door.
"What's this?" he asked.
Jack allowed him in fully and pulled the light cord. The room lit with the flickering of a bulb nearing the end of its life, and Jack looked around with eyes that weren't alcohol fogged as they normally were in this room. It looked okay—the floor looked clean, table looked clean. He shut the door and took the beer from Riley before backing his husband to the door.
"Oh," Riley huffed as Jack used his foot to widen Riley's stance, bringing his lover more to his height. He reached past him and locked the door, and as sudden as that, it was on.
Every single part of Jack was in the kiss, and Riley was responding with equal passion. The exhaustion, the anger, the temper, the love was all pushed between them, and the heat of them together was just right.
"Never wrong," Jack whispered against Riley's mouth.
He pulled Riley's lower lip between his teeth and then soothed the small bite. Holding tight to Riley's hands, he entwined their fingers and deepened the kiss. It had been way too long since they had kissed past a simple goodnight, let alone made love, and he was so close to just bending Riley over the table and fucking him here and now, apart from the fact there was no lube. He wouldn't, but the thought of pushing Riley flat was just one more erotic image he couldn't handle. He pressed harder, his dick hard and insistent against Riley, then he pulled back from the kiss and took in the gorgeous picture of Riley's heavily lidded eyes and pouty, swollen
"What are you doing with that fucking cell again?" Jack asked quickly. Riley frowned. Probably at the heat in Jack's voice.
"I'm just texting Eden, telling her we'll be back in a couple of hours."
"It won't take that long. One beer and we'll go back."
"Hmm." Riley was still hunched over his phone, and his phone beeped to indicate receipt of something. When he checked it, he nodded to himself, and then with a smile, he sat back in his seat. "We have some time to sit and relax."
Six feet plus of Riley sprawled this way in the dented seat was a sight for sore eyes. His blond hair was longer than the last time they'd been in Shooters, which had been only a month or so ago. It wasn't slicked back or styled to within an inch of its life any more. Jack liked it, for reasons other than the way it looked. It gave him something to grip on to when… Idly he looked to the left and the door to the room he had used pre-Riley. The door locked, it had a table and chairs in it, and he remembered it was always clean. Well, nearly clean. They wouldn't have lube here, but the time was well past for them to use condoms, and they could just…
"Talk to me, Jack." Riley was insistent.
"Nothing to say."
"I'm here if you need someone to listen." Jack looked at his husband, at his tall, sinful, well-muscled body. The hazel eyes stared at him intensely. So gorgeous. So much time had passed since they had done anything physical that connected them beyond hugging. He couldn't seem to get his head back into a serious discussion fixated, as he was, entirely on Riley and the idea of sex.
"Riley?" He shifted in his chair as his dick was filling at the thought of Riley on his knees in front of him. It was easy to imagine swallowing Riley to the hilt and bringing himself off to the noises he knew Riley would make.
Riley was mid gulp, and when he looked at Jack, he didn't appear to have anything to say other than, "Uh huh."
"I want to show you something," Jack said, and glanced back at Eddie, who met his questioning shrug with a nod.
"What?"
"Come with me…" He held out his hand, and Riley stood. He still kept hold of his beer and was looking more than a little confused. He didn't drop Jack's hand though and followed him through the closed door.
"What's this?" he asked.
Jack allowed him in fully and pulled the light cord. The room lit with the flickering of a bulb nearing the end of its life, and Jack looked around with eyes that weren't alcohol fogged as they normally were in this room. It looked okay—the floor looked clean, table looked clean. He shut the door and took the beer from Riley before backing his husband to the door.
"Oh," Riley huffed as Jack used his foot to widen Riley's stance, bringing his lover more to his height. He reached past him and locked the door, and as sudden as that, it was on.
Every single part of Jack was in the kiss, and Riley was responding with equal passion. The exhaustion, the anger, the temper, the love was all pushed between them, and the heat of them together was just right.
"Never wrong," Jack whispered against Riley's mouth.
He pulled Riley's lower lip between his teeth and then soothed the small bite. Holding tight to Riley's hands, he entwined their fingers and deepened the kiss. It had been way too long since they had kissed past a simple goodnight, let alone made love, and he was so close to just bending Riley over the table and fucking him here and now, apart from the fact there was no lube. He wouldn't, but the thought of pushing Riley flat was just one more erotic image he couldn't handle. He pressed harder, his dick hard and insistent against Riley, then he pulled back from the kiss and took in the gorgeous picture of Riley's heavily lidded eyes and pouty, swollen
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