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The corkscrew clattered and skittered across the floor after it slipped out of Seb’s grasp. Hiding his grimace, he swooped down to pick it up. At least it couldn’t shatter like wine glasses. As he straightened up, he heard stifled snickers from a few of the women standing on the other side of the bar, waiting for their drinks. Forcing a tiny smile, he grasped the neck of the wine bottle again.
“Why don’t you use the winged one? It’ll be easier.” Leaning an elbow languidly against the counter, Nolan watched as Seb made another attempt to open the bottle.
Seb shot him a glare. “Fuck off,” he grumbled, focusing on the bottle again. Weeks of practicing and he still wasn’t fully used to the waiter-style corkscrew, but he refused to give up. A few seconds later, there was a satisfying pop as it finally uncorked. He measured out the wine into three glasses after pointedly tossing a triumphant look in Nolan’s direction.
With a shrug, Nolan turned his attention back to the women swarming in front of him and flashed them a grin. As their blended voices simultaneously called out their orders, he nodded and pulled down glasses from the hanging rack overhead, three to a hand. He winked after sliding the filled glasses across the bar, and they burst into a fit of giggles. Typical.
Seb watched this out of the corner of his eye with a twitch in his brow. Once the women had paid for their drinks and sidled back to their table, he let out a breath. He caught a glimpse of the cash terminal before Nolan tapped a button on the screen to clear it. The tip was almost thirty percent. That damn wink had worked its magic again. With another sigh, Seb turned and began to load the dishwasher. Having to watch the flirt-fest on a nightly basis was tedious, but knowing how much extra cash it earned Nolan made it all the more grating.
“Something wrong?” Nolan asked when he heard Seb grumble under his breath.
“Girls’ nights are the worst,” Seb said with a scowl.
Nolan chuckled. “C’mon, it’s not that bad. At least they usually leave pretty big tips.”
“For you.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with a little innocent flirting if it means more tips,” Nolan pointed out, “that we split evenly.” He gave one of his signature winks usually reserved for the clientele, as if to demonstrate the tactics he used to get them to eagerly part with their money.
“If that’s what you call ‘innocent’, then I’m the fucking pope,” Seb snorted.
“Still pissed about the corkscrew?” Nolan’s smile grew wider. “No need to have a stick up your ass about it. I’ll show you how to do it properly after we close.” Dark eyes gave off a keen glint.
Glowering in response, Seb slammed the dishwasher door closed with his hip. Without saying anything, he stomped out from behind the bar and went to clear up some of the tables.
. . .
The last customers finally stumbled out of the bar when Seb told them for the third time that the bar was closing up. He held the door open for them and watched in amusement as one of the women stumbled over her high heels on the bottom step and flung her arms around her friend’s neck, joining in with the others’ squeals of laughter after steadying herself. Once he’d shut the door and locked it, he turned the sign on the window over to display the CLOSED side.
Nolan had already cleared the last of the empty glasses and was shutting down the terminal when Seb slipped behind the bar to help clean up. After he finally finished wiping down the counters and mopping up the floors, he let out a heavy groan and stretched his back. The mop dropped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.
“Clumsier than usual today, aren’t you?” Nolan chuckled. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. Fuck off.” Seb leaned over to pick up the mop again and let out another grunt. When he straightened up again, a wine bottle came into view. He gave Nolan a puzzled look. “What?”
Without a word, Nolan took a corkscrew from the counter with his other hand and held it out. Seb pursed his lips. He propped the mop into the corner before taking both items from Nolan. After a hesitant glance, he peeled off the foil around the top of the bottle and began twisting the worm into the cork.
“Make sure it doesn’t go in at an angle,” Nolan instructed. “Leave the top part of the screw so it doesn’t go all the way in.”
Having those keen eyes watching him so intensely made Seb nervous. As he started levering the cork out, he could feel the bottle start to slip out of his increasingly sweaty fingers. Just as he was about to lose his grip on it, Nolan’s hand shot forward to wrap around both his hand and the bottle. A scowl crossed Seb’s face as he tried to yank his hand away, but Nolan’s warm grip held firm.
Nolan said, “Don’t pull it too hard or you’ll break the cork. You just need to ease it out.” He took the bottle, removed the cork with a deft tug, and poured the dark red wine into two clean glasses. Smiling, he handed one to Seb.
Seb’s mouth twisted into a small frown of annoyance, but it smoothed out as he took a sip. “I’ll get the hang of it. Eventually,” he sighed. He’d been trying for so long to get used to using that particular corkscrew that he might as well have called it his greatest failure of his bartending career.
They drank in silence for a few minutes. Loud shrieks of laughter filtered through the windows as a tipsy group of drunk women staggered past—it might have been the same group that had been there earlier in the night, but Seb didn’t care to know. He put down his glass and walked toward the windows to close the blinds. When he drew the long curtain over the last window, he felt arms circling his waist from behind and gave a jump.
“Still in a bad mood?”
The words came as a warm breath in Seb’s ear. Nolan’s lips brushed over his earlobe before gently nibbling on it. Body tensing up, Seb swallowed.
“Oh, come on. I’ll give you my share of the tips,” Nolan said.
Seb tried to keep his voice steady as he muttered, “Asshole.” It wasn’t the money that was bothering him.
With a soft chuckle, Nolan pressed a kiss to Seb’s neck. “Yours is the only ass for me,” he said, slipping his hand down the back of Seb’s jeans and squeezing.
“For fuck’s sakes.” Seb groaned and rolled his eyes—in both irritation at the terrible joke and growing heat coursing through his body. Before he could make a snide comment about Nolan’s bad sense of humor, the front of his jeans were undone and the coarse denim pulled down to his thighs along with his underwear. He choked back a startled breath. “Wait—”
“I did wait,” Nolan said, “until after we closed up.” He slid a hand over each bare cheek of Seb’s fully-exposed backside and squeezed. “Besides, you’ve been cranky all day, so I figured the sooner we get that thing out of your ass, the better.” He gently pulled Seb’s asscheeks apart to reveal the garnet glitter of a large gem buried between them.
Seb doubled over at the waist, hands clutching at the windowsill with whitened knuckles. He felt the plug shift slightly when Nolan grasped the handle. “Don’t tell me that’s what you were talking about when you said you’d show me how to use ‘it’ properly,” he said through his teeth. There were only so many bad jokes he could take in one night, and this was pretty much the limit.
Nolan’s deep laugh resonated up Seb’s spine. “It wasn’t, actually. But now that you mention it…” After adjusting his hold on the handle of the plug, he twisted and wriggled it in place.
“Oh, shit,” Seb groaned. His knuckles turned whiter as he clenched his fists and practically collapsed onto his elbows against the windowsill. The sensation intensified with each turn of the plug nestled inside him. It felt as though the metallic curves were melding into his inner walls, rubbing and nudging against the sensitive nerves.
Another few turns of the plug, then Nolan gave a long, slow pull until the muscles of Seb’s hole clenched around the widest part. Unable to speak, Seb just let out a soft moan. Nolan teased the plug in delicate circles around Seb’s rim. Tugging until it was just at the edge of the puckered ring, Nolan kneaded Seb’s asscheek with his other hand. There was a sharp smack when his palm slapped the same cheek.
Seb choked back a heated whine. “I want—” he began, lifting his head from his arms. With a half-frustrated, half-desperate look, he looked back over his shoulder. “More.”
Nolan grinned and finally extracted the plug. His finger poked against Seb’s hole, easing through the loosened ring of muscles. Giving Seb’s face a brief glance, he pushed his finger inside and began swirling it around.
Shallow breaths fell from Seb’s parted lips, but they were stifled as he bit down. The pressure on his inner walls increased and a ripple of pleasure coursed up his back as Nolan’s finger delicately rubbed against his prostate. It already felt like it was on fire from being stimulated the whole evening, so the added sensation of Nolan’s tender touch only drove him further into a frenzied fervor.
A second finger went in. Seb’s back arched and his head drooped onto his elbows again. It was too much, yet too little at the same time. He wanted—no, he needed— “More.” His legs trembled; his knees would have been knocking together if his jeans, still around his thighs, weren’t holding them apart. A few seconds passed but when there was no additional finger moving inside him, he mustered up just enough energy to pull away.
Breaths still ragged, Seb whipped around. His eyes met Nolan’s stunned gaze for a brief moment before he clasped Nolan’s face in his palms and yanked him in to crush their lips together. As their tongues swirled in a wet dance, he snaked his hands down to Nolan’s chest, then gave an abrupt but gentle push.
Nolan stumbled backwards onto the couch behind him with a soft grunt. Before he could speak, Seb had already kicked off his shoes and pants and knelt down between Nolan’s legs. Seb glanced at Nolan’s dazed face momentarily before settling onto his knees. He unzipped Nolan’s pants and wriggled out the hardening cock from the confines of the underwear beneath. Taking a second to gaze at it, Seb glided his hand down and up the length of it several times before trailing his tongue along the same path. His other hand, resting on the inside of Nolan’s thigh, felt the muscles jerk and quiver in reaction to the motions of his mouth.
With every subtle flick of his tongue, he heard a low groan of pleasure rumble through Nolan’s torso. The only thing Seb focused on was the heated throbbing of the dick grasped between his lips. He sucked and licked hard, as if he was trying to pull every drop of essence out of it. The fingers of one of Nolan’s hands glided through Seb’s hair before clenching into a fist when there was a particularly vigorous suckle.
Satisfied by the reaction, Seb pulled back and withdrew his mouth from Nolan’s cock with a faint pop not unlike that of a cork being removed from a wine bottle. When he tilted his head up, their eyes met in a feverish haze. Nolan’s fingers released Seb’s hair and drifted to his mouth, thumb stroking lips that glistened with saliva and pre-come. The air between them became charged with electric energy as they continued staring at each other with intensifying eagerness.
Seb slithered up into Nolan’s lap and pressed their groins together. The crease of his ass nestled against the throbbing curve of Nolan’s cock, like jigsaw pieces shaped to fit together. Rocking his hips back and forth, he rubbed his trembling hole against the tip of the erection beneath him, thrusting, taunting, teasing. He sucked on his own fingers to moisten them and reached down to slide them inside himself, stretching and slicking the entrance in preparation. As he did, he slid his tongue along Nolan’s bottom lip and nibbled at it lightly to draw out another low groan.
When Seb felt his own impatience reach its limit, he pulled his fingers out and shifted his knees more firmly on the couch as he straddled Nolan’s thighs. One hand gripped Nolan’s shoulder to stabilise himself, while the other guided the hardened dick toward his hole. Their glittering eyes locked together again for a second before Seb bit back a groan as he felt the tip ease into him.
Inch by gradual inch, Seb lowered himself down, guided by Nolan’s firm hands gripping his hips. Even though the plug had been in him for hours, the passage was still tight. It was becoming more difficult to hold back his moans with each passing second; he ducked his head and gently sucked and licked at the base of Nolan’s neck to stop any noises from passing his lips. Moments later he was fully seated at last, the bare skin of his ass pressing against the coarse denim covering Nolan’s thighs. A drawn-out groan escaped him before he could stop it and he felt a responding rumble through Nolan’s chest. They remained still for another moment, the only movement in their chests from shallow, panting breaths.
Clenching Nolan’s shoulder for balance, he slowly, slowly began lifting himself up. The teasing tug was almost overwhelming on its own. Seb could feel his hole clenching around Nolan’s cock in resistance, as if it didn’t want to let go. By the time he managed to raise himself a few more inches, he was already more than eager to plunge down again, to savor that stretch and tug of his muscles around the dick inside him. He gradually set an easy pace, slamming his hips down after pulling them up. Nolan’s steady hands cupped his asscheeks, supporting the rolling movements. Seb brought his head forward so that his lips hovered at Nolan’s, his tongue teasingly flicking along them while heated breaths passed between them.
Nolan suddenly gripped Seb’s hips tighter to lift him up. As Seb felt the cock inside him recede, a desperate whine dropped from his lips. The lack of heat and sensations inside him was too abrupt, too empty. Before he could voice his discontent, Nolan shifted his arms under Seb’s thighs and hoisted him up. Seb’s back hit a tabletop after Nolan lurched to his feet from the low couch and stumbled a few steps forward, careful not to drop Seb too hard.
As Nolan positioned himself between Seb’s parted legs, Seb felt hands gripping the backs of his thighs to lift them so that his knees hooked over Nolan’s arms. He caught sight of Nolan briefly glancing down at his quivering hole and erect cock, both fully exposed now, before those dark eyes met his again. The way those eyes were glinting in arousal, the way that pink tongue flicked into view as it slicked those parted lips… He took Nolan’s mouth into his own, leaving a trail of his own saliva along the already-moistened lips.
“Come on,” Seb growled, tilting his head back to break apart. “Just fuck me already.”
With a soft exhale, Nolan complied and reached down to align the tip of his leaking cock against Seb’s hole. He pushed in smoothly this time, the entrance more pliable than before but still showing some resistance. The low whine that rolled deep in Seb’s chest signaled that he wanted even more, that he wanted it harder—so Nolan gave him just that.
Skin slapped against skin in a quickening rhythm; the obscene wet sounds echoed through the empty bar, overlaid against the dull droning of the dishwasher. As it became more difficult to hold back from adding even more noise to the background thrum, Seb tangled his fingers through the hair at the back of Nolan’s neck and pulled him down for an open-mouthed kiss. Despite himself, he emitted a quiet moan from the corners of his lips. He yanked his head back with a gasp when a particularly deep and rough thrust pressed against exactly the right spot within him to bring him to the brink…
But right before he could go over the edge, right before he was about to tip over, Seb felt the cock withdraw from him. He inadvertently whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Just as he opened his mouth to demand to be filled again, he felt Nolan’s slightly-callused hands grab his hips and flip him onto his stomach. His feet slid a little on the wood floor as he shifted his weight to his toes. The wood of the tabletop against his abdomen cooled him, jerked him back from his climax. He let out another whine of frustration and turned his head to throw an irritated scowl over his shoulder at Nolan—only to have his face pushed down against the table by a hand at his nape. To his relief, he soon felt the throbbing cock-head against his rim once again. The breath was knocked out of his chest as Nolan slammed the rest of his length relentlessly into him.
Seb finally lost control over his own voice at the new unrestrained pace. Each time Nolan hammered into him, a choked gasp or cry or moan tumbled out of his open mouth. The wooden table squeaked along, clearly not being built for such harsh movements. His fingers scrambled to grab a hold of something—anything solid, but the sweat-slicked digits only slipped around haphazardly on the smooth wooden surface. Biting back a sharp sob, he collapsed onto his arms and pressed his cheek into his forearm. He was close, so close, so fucking close...
Searing flames erupted through his body like lightning had just struck him, and his come spurted onto the floor before he could try to catch some of it in his hand. As the fiery sparks blazed from his core all the way down each of his limbs, he felt Nolan’s broad chest press down against his arched back. His hip and nape twinged in slight pain as Nolan’s hands tightened their grip on those parts of his body, fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks into the skin. A moment later, a breathy, lengthy groan sounded at his ear at the same instant that an intense warmth spread inside him, bursting out of Nolan to fill Seb instead. As he let out another soft moan, he felt gentle lips at the curve of his neck and shoulder sucking and kissing the heated skin.
“No biting,” Seb barely managed to pant out as he turned his head slightly to look back at Nolan, bleary eyes unable to focus right away.
“I know,” Nolan breathed, lips barely pulling away from Seb’s skin to let the words out.
Their panting breaths gradually slowed while Nolan continued trailing soft kisses and nibbles along Seb’s neck, smoothly withdrawing his softening cock from Seb as he did. Just as the feeling returned to his cooling skin and soreness from the hard tabletop started spreading down Seb’s front, he let out a surprised grunt when he was pulled back from the table. He swayed on trembling legs only for a split second before arms wrapped around his midsection and yanked him back so that he was nestled against Nolan, now seated on the couch again. He shifted around so he was curled up in Nolan’s lap with his feet propped up. Soft lips flitted across his forehead, leaving behind a trail of gentle kisses. A protective arm encircled his waist while the other hand tenderly stroked his thigh a few times before the warm fingers moved to intertwine with Seb’s.
Wriggling a little when he felt the uncomfortableness between his legs as the come leaking out started to dry, Seb made a face and glanced over at the small puddle on the floor beneath the table. “We’re going to have to clean up again.”
Nolan chuckled. “Sorry. Couldn’t wait for a taste of your ass and forgot the condoms,” he said, reaching down to give Seb’s asscheek a squeeze.
“You’re mopping the floor this time.”
“What? But I already did everything else today.” Nolan faked a small pout as Seb lifted his head to scowl at him. “Do I at least get to keep my cut of the tips then?”
Seb rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Fine. I already got the tip I wanted today, anyway.”
“Oh, so you get to make jokes like that but I can’t?”
Seb only shrugged in reply and tilted his head forward to brush his lips against Nolan’s. The hint of a laugh resonated through his chest, blending with the sound of Nolan’s responding chuckle before being drowned out by the low rumble of the dishwasher reaching the end of the cycle. “I was talking about the corkscrew,” he said, pulling his head back to arch an eyebrow and toss a sly smile at Nolan.