Love on the Rocks (Bar Tenders) (12 page)

Justin glowed with the praise, but he didn’t stop. He had a mouthful of smooth, hard cock, and he loved the taste of Yena’s precome bursting on his tongue; bitter and sweet, absolutely wonderful. The noises he made as he came closer to release turned Justin on so much. He wanted to see, to watch. He lifted his head, removing his mouth from Yena’s cock with one final lick.

He sat up, grasping Yena’s hand and guiding it to his cock. “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you come.”

Yena blinked back at him, his reactions dazed. Justin circled his fingers inside Yena, drawing a moan from him as he pressed on his prostate. With his free hand, he covered Yena’s own, forming a tight cage for Yena to thrust into.

“C’mon, baby,” Justin purred. “Come for me. You look so fucking hot right now.”

Yena whimpered, his brow furrowing as he closed his eyes. Justin kept the pressure with his fingers, knowing what would feel good, loving the reactions Yena gave him. He’d ignored his own cock for what seemed like ages now, but he couldn’t even care; he felt close to the brink watching Yena writhe onto his fingers.

Fuck
, any more of this and Justin would be coming himself.

Then Yena’s body tensed, his lower muscles clenching around Justin’s hand. His balls tensed, his stomach pulled taut, and he threw his head back as he cried out. His cock spurted his release, dribbling through both their fingers. Justin kept moving his hand up and down, forcing Yena to draw it out. He groaned in ecstasy, his free hand clutching on to Justin’s thigh, pinching hard as he hung on.

When he opened his eyes, gasping openmouthed as he looked up at him, Justin wanted to speak. Wanted to, but couldn’t find the words. Too many emotions bubbled under the surface, and Justin knew he wasn’t thinking straight anyway.

It was his turn.

Though he wished he didn’t have to wear one, Justin went to find a condom and roll it onto his sensitive cock. He gripped the base, mostly to stop himself from coming, and guided it to Yena’s body.

Yena was still breathing deeply, not fully recovered from his release. Sated and breathless, he remained on his back as Justin got into position. It seemed the easiest way to do things, as Yena didn’t seem like he was ready to move. Justin
loved
sleepy morning sex, but this felt so much different. Facing his partner like this, in the light of day, Justin realized how exposed he felt.

His cock nudged into, and then breached, Yena’s tight opening. Justin watched the play of expression across Yena’s face, from the slight wince as he pressed in deeper, to a lustful gaze as Justin began rocking his hips, fucking him slowly.

Justin knew his own face was probably giving away everything he felt too. Once their eyes locked, Justin felt as though his heart balanced on the highest peak, about to go into freefall. This was it. He couldn’t stop it. Even
knowing
it was happening inside him, he couldn’t stop. He’d totally fallen for this man.

Shyly, Justin looked away, burying his face in Yena’s neck. He sucked on soft, yielding skin as he thrust into Yena’s body, building closer to his climax. Yena moved one leg higher, hooking it around Justin’s waist to give him the room to push and grind. His breaths were labored, and his hands clung to Justin’s shoulders.

Then he whispered, right in Justin’s ear, the dirtiest and most amazing thing Justin had ever heard. “Justin… you fuck me so good.”

Justin’s brain spiraled, his orgasm rushing forward with such force it shocked him. He was coming, and he groaned loudly. Justin gave himself over to the clench and release, more intense than last night’s, as he emptied himself, clinging to his partner like he was the only anchor in the world.

When he collapsed, breathless, it took more than a few moments for Justin’s brain to catch up. The ecstasy had passed, and now he worried he’d exposed too much of himself too soon. He removed himself from Yena with a mumbled apology for crushing him. He avoided looking him in the eye, busying himself with getting rid of the condom instead.

What now?

Justin’s brain wasn’t up to this level of thinking. Not after an orgasm like that.
Never, ever that good before.

Not caring about the sticky sheets, Justin pulled up the comforter and intended to avoid everything by going straight to sleep. To his relief, Yena curled up against him and seemed like he agreed with that plan. Justin draped an arm over Yena’s body, pulling him close.

Best date ever,
Justin thought, as sleep finally claimed him.

Chapter Ten

W
HEN
HE
woke, Justin felt groggy. The aftereffects of all that alcohol, plus not enough sleep, weighed on his head like a ten-ton truck. He’d definitely lay off the booze for a while.

Yena was awake too, seeming just as sleepy. He began to sit up, and Justin blurted out, “Do you want a shower?”

“It’s okay,” Yena said quietly, stifling a yawn. He looked at Justin’s clock. It was after twelve. “I should probably get going. I’ve got to work at five.”

“I thought you opened at four?”

“Yeah, we do.” Yena yawned again. “But I’m not opening today, Kathy is. I’m just going in to start at five.”

“Oh. Well, look, have a shower anyway,” Justin insisted. His fingers fiddled with the edge of his comforter as he avoided looking at Yena and his naked body. “I’ll make you breakfast… or, lunch…. And coffee.”

Yena paused. Justin had obviously said the magic words.

“You can use my stuff,” Justin pressed on. “We have every toiletry imaginable.”

“Um….”

“The leopard print or blue towels are mine. Use any of them. They’re all in the bathroom.”

Yena smiled at him. “Leopard print?”

Justin felt his cheeks heat. “They were on offer at Primark.”

“You like your animal prints, don’t you, Justin?”

A glance around his room proved the point; there was animal print everywhere, from rugs and pillows to the occasional item of clothing. Justin shrugged. “Hah. What can I say? I’m an animal.”

Yena chuckled. “I’m not going to argue with that.”

“Mmm.” Grinning wide, Justin reached for him, dragging Yena back into bed. He kissed Yena’s neck and jawline, running his hands around his shoulders, then scraping down his chest. As much as he wanted to do more, Justin’s energy levels were low. This was nice, though.

Unless Yena thought he was too clingy?

Justin pulled back a little, and in the light he noticed the livid marks on Yena’s neck, which must’ve been his love bites from last night. Justin’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what Yena would think of those. “Er… so, yeah. Help yourself to a shower. Take as long as you want. There’s always hot water.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, positive.” Justin sat up and stretched. “I’ll have one after you, and then I’ll ransack the kitchen for us.”

Yena was quiet for a moment, as if considering. Justin didn’t see what the big deal was, but he knew if the roles were reversed, he’d feel wary about overstaying his welcome too.

“Okay,” Yena finally agreed. “Thank you. I’m going to use a leopard print towel.”

Justin grinned. “Be my guest.” The words almost prompted him to start singing the song of the same name, but he yawned instead.
Coffee first
.

When Yena went into the main bathroom, Justin pulled some pants on and set about straightening his room. He turned on the TV to something trivial and chatty, and not too loud. He made his bed, resolving he’d change the sheets later on. He wanted Yena to feel as welcome as possible. Big, satiny throw pillows were arranged on the bed, turning it into an impromptu couch. Justin and Tara usually watched movies together like this.

Looking for Tara, Justin padded out to the hall. Her bedroom door was partway open, and Justin peeked inside. No one there. She must’ve gone out. He yawned again and headed for the kitchen, making a beeline for the kettle.

This morning after called for the best coffee he had. Justin had forked out a whole four quid to buy the barista-style instant stuff, which made gorgeous, latte coffee.
Perfect
. He set out the cups and utensils with the precision of a barman, although his motor functions were a little slow. As the kettle boiled, he padded over to the bathroom.

The water had stopped running.
That was a quick shower
.

“How do you take your coffee?” Justin called through the door.

“Black, please!” came the reply.

Justin pulled a face. “
Black
? Ew. Okay, you’re the boss.” He shuffled back to the kitchen. How anyone could drink black coffee was beyond him. Almost as gross as those dark beers they served at the pub. Justin added lots of milk and sugar to his, then made the coffees.

Taking them through to his bedroom, Justin’s nose twitched at the scents—coffee and the smell of sex.
Omigod
. His mind drifted off on happy trails, and his cock stirred. Justin couldn’t ever remember being this horny.

He set down the coffees on his dresser and went to open a window. Looked like a nice day outside. The weather reflected his mood, all bright sunshine.

When Yena came back from the bathroom, he was dressed in his clothes. Justin was disappointed. He also noted his dry hair. “You not washing your hair?”

“God, no.” Yena smiled. “I’ll be there for hours. I only washed it yesterday, anyway.”

“How’d you keep it dry, then?” Justin asked, moving closer. “You borrow Tara’s sequined shower cap?”

“No.” Yena laughed and shoved him. Though the shove was playful, it put distance between them as Yena stepped away. “I found a hairband, so I borrowed that.”

“Ah. But I’d bet you look cute in a shower cap.”

“Thank you, Justin.”

Aware he was hovering, Justin became nervous again. “Um… your coffee’s here.” He pointed at the dresser, like Yena couldn’t have spotted the mugs himself. “I’ll go shower. You can change the channel if you want.” He indicated the TV.

A smirk was on Yena’s face, but all he said was “Thank you.”

“No worries. If, um… if you hear me sing in the shower, I only practice in there ’cause the acoustics are good.” Justin darted away before he made any more crap jokes. He needed more coffee.

In the shower, he soaped himself clean and shampooed his hair, taking his time. Part of him was worried Yena would be gone by the time he got out. He’d done that before when he didn’t want to talk to the guy afterward.

Yena wouldn’t do that to him, would he?

Justin’s heart beat in long, heavy thumps. This anxiety thing wasn’t much fun. It certainly wasn’t conducive to a singing mood. He toweled off, combed his hair back, applied his moisturizer, and dressed in the clothes he’d brought in with him. Clean briefs, the same jeans as last night, and a clean, mint green t-shirt. This time he was wearing his slippers; fuck it, all the truths came out the morning after.

When he walked back to his room, the sight of Yena curled up on his bed watching TV with his mug of coffee made Justin’s chest tighten. Yena looked up at him and then down to Justin’s leopard print slippers. He smiled. “I noticed those in the bathroom. I thought they were Tara’s.”

“Er…. It’s usually safe to assume that anything animal print is mine.”

“Got it.”

“So.” Justin picked up his mug and drank some lukewarm coffee. “What do you want to eat? We’ve probably got curry leftovers, or I can make toast? A sandwich?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yena, stop asking me that. Of course I’m sure.” Justin’s cheeks heated.

“Okay. Um, toast would be good.”

“Toast it is. Marmite?”

Yena threw him a horrified glance.

“No marmite,” Justin amended. “Jam? Marmalade?”

“Buttered is fine. Thanks.”

“No jam?” Justin shook his head.
And he hates Marmite. Blimey
.

B
REAKFAST
EATEN
,
they curled up with cups of tea to watch daytime TV. Justin only finished half his tea before he snuggled down in the bed to close his eyes. His arm rested over Yena’s waist, who sat next to him, texting on his phone.

Before Justin dozed off, he asked, “Who’re you talking to?”

“My mum.”

“Mm.” Justin almost added “tell her I said hello,” but held his tongue. He fell asleep, secure in the knowledge that Yena’s warm body was next to him, and he couldn’t sneak off without Justin knowing about it. He dreamt about sex; his cock hard, pushing into Yena’s willing body under him. It was amazing.

His shoulder shook gently, and Justin realized he was being roused. He came awake with a start, and felt saliva escaping his mouth. His pillow was wet too.

Wonderful
. Justin rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, avoiding Yena’s eye. He didn’t miss the smile.

“Didn’t think you were gonna wake up, Justin.”

“Er, sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I’m gonna need to get up now.”

Justin grunted and stretched to sitting. Yena got out of the bed and picked up the mugs. “I’ll get my stuff from the kitchen.”

“Huh?” Justin realized Yena intended to
leave
. He glanced at the clock. It was way after three.
Shit
. He’d planned on charming Yena, not falling asleep and drooling. Justin got up and staggered into the kitchen after him. He made a halfhearted attempt to help clear up, but was distracted by the sight of the kettle. He needed another coffee after that nap.

“Um, do I turn left when I get out of the building?” Yena asked. He’d bagged up his shakers, but left the remainder of alcohol for Justin. “Camden tube isn’t far, is it?”

“Chalk Farm is closer.” Justin thought quickly and made a decision. “I’ll come with you. I need to get some food anyway.” He didn’t, but it was a valid excuse to go into town.

They put on their shoes. Justin deliberated over a jacket. Yena held his in his hand. “I don’t think you’ll need a jacket, Justin. Seems warm.”

“The minute I step outside, it’ll rain,” Justin said. “That’s what usually happens.”