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Dennis watched over the bar, smiling as Drew and Sherri sang another song, the crowd lighting up.
Among the crowd was the main focus of his leering.
Lonny stood in the middle, hair flying wildly. He was wearing his new favorite shirt, courtesy of Dennis. It was an old Twisted Sister Tee, the ends frayed to the gods. He had cut strands so it was cropped, and all out removed the sleeves. His jeans hung so low in his thin frame that anyone who was looking could see the angled hipbones; the same expanse of skin that Dennis liked to hold when they slept and bruise with his fingertips.
He looked so free dancing to the music, lost in his own world. He was so lost, that he didn’t see the group of men circling him, hungry like sharks. He didn’t like to think of himself as the jealous type, after all, Lonny had on multiple occasions let him know that Dennis was the only one he wanted.
But then again, it was all said in the heat of the moment. He wasn’t going to strip Lonny of his playboy nature.If he wanted to get with other people, Dennis was fine with that. Well, he could tolerate it. The man in question spun around when the song ended, scanning the crowd for something. Or someone so it would seem, considering that when his eyes meet Dennis, he smiled and waved, grinning impossibly wider when he copied the gesture.
He made a hand movement, beckoning Dennis down from his perch, pouting when he shook his head. Lonny turned around again, his shirt taking a second to catch up with his movement.
Dennis laughed at his eagerness, catching a glimpse of something he missed when taking in his outfit. A clean, patterned scrap of fabric hung halfway out of his back pocket. No wonder half a drag show’s audience was staring him down like that. Lonny was fucking flagging .
Something dropped to the pit of his stomach as he thought about Lonny purposefully going out of his way to get with someone, to get something that Dennis couldn’t provide.While Dennis didn’t like to think of himself as the jealous type, he totally was. He held his tongue as one of the patrons caught the same glimpse from the bar. His gaze was decidedly predatory.
Dennis downed his drink, setting the glass down somewhere, and hurriedly made his way down the stairs, trying to make it down there before the bar dude got to Lonny. Turns out he wasn’t fast enough, seeing as when he made it to the dance floor, Lonny was already conversing with him. However, he caught Lonny’s gaze, the man making his way over, mystery man at his heels.
“Denbo! Meet Adam! He was just telling me that this was his first time at the Bourbon. Who better to run into than you!” Dennis put on a fake smile and nodded toward Adam. “Hope you’re enjoying it. Tell one of the barbacks that Dennis said your drinks are on the house tonight.”
Adam put on his own fake grin, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to steal my manager away to do some financial reports.”
He led Lonny through the crowd, reveling in the irritated glare he received from Adam. They finally made it to Dennis’ office, the owner locking the door behind them.
In a swift motion, he got Lonny’s back against the door, and kissed him hard. He moved his hands down to the sharp hip bones, bringing his body closer. Lonny didn’t move for a moment, surprised at the forwardness before leaning into the kiss, hanging his arms over Dennis’ shoulder’s to bring him closer. The latter moved his hands around, grabbing a scrap of fabric. He pulled away slightly all of a sudden, Lonny chasing his mouth, relenting when Dennis moved his lips to attack down his neck.
“ What-” he was cut off by a groan, Dennis leaving bruises in his wake. Lonny tangled his fingers in Dennis’ hair, loving that he was still growing it out.
“What’s all- fuck - What’s all this for?” Dennis let up slightly to speak. “Want you to remember that you’re mine .”
Lonny moaned softly. “I am Den. Nobody else's.” In a second, Dennis pulled away, thrusting the handkerchief at his heaving chest. It was houndstooth . Decidedly the most un-rock and roll pattern. One that definitely wasn’t a mistake.
“ You say things like that, and then you advertise that you’d like to be bitten by a stranger.” Lonny grabbed the cloth, confused. “What?”
“You are flagging everyone!” Lonny then looked down, seeing himself half hard already.
He pointed, “Hey! I just got that! How else should I react to you taking me against a door all horny.”
Dennis grabbed the handkerchief. “Not that! This !” He gestured to it. “A hanky?”
“Yes!” Dennis processed the confusion on Lonny’s face. “You know? Flagging?”
Lonny shook his head. Dennis sighed, realizing his jealousy made him fuck up. “It’s a thing. That.. gay men, do. Tells other people that they want sex, and what they’re into.
The look of pure confusion is what finally hit the switch in Dennis’ brain. “Fuck. You really didn’t know.” He released Lonny from the door, and clumsily walked over to his desk. He poured himself a drink as he spoke. “I am so sorry.” He knocked the drink back. Lonny frowned, not understanding why an apology was necessary. Lonny had sauntered over, getting into his personal space to prove his point.
"Now, you got me out of a free drink. Mind pouring me one?” He gestured to Dennis’ glass. Dennis stepped back, thighs hitting the desk, and reached behind to grab the bottle. In his haste, he spilled some on his hand, whispering a ‘fuck’ and looking for a towel. Lonny got closer and brought the hand into his own, bringing it up, and stuck a finger in his mouth. He carefully licked the alcohol off, taking his sweet time to appreciate the look on Dennis’ face. His mouth had gone dry and slightly agape, eyes watching his every movement. Satisfied by his cleaning job, Lonny let the finger fall out, moaning when the other man used it to cradle his face.
“Did you really not know?” “Swear on my bitchy mother’s life.” Lonny made a cross over his heart. “I’m glad you told me.”
He then got hit by realization. “That’s why Adam was smiling so weird. He was showing his teeth.”
Dennis let out a low noise in the back of his throat. He brushed it off by making it seem like he was just clearing it. “Sorry to pull you away from him. He might still be here.” He checked the window. Lonny again looked confused. “
Why would I want to go back? He clearly only wanted sex.” “I thought you like that no strings attached stuff?”
“I mean, I used to, but that was before I started dating you. Did you think I was still sleeping around?” Dennis just shrugged.
“I thought you would want an open relationship.” Lonny just gaped. “Have you been with anybody else?” Dennis shook his head.
“No! I just. Didn’t want to stop you if you wanted to.”
“Dennis.” Lonny began to smile. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re the only one for me.” He walked over and put his arms back, lanky limbs dangling over his shoulders. “I love you old man.” He waited a beat, kissing him softly before letting out hot breath near Dennis’ ear. “Now that you remember how fucking crazy I am about you; I’m going to close the blinds, you’re going to find a condom, and you’re gonna fuck me on your desk.”
Dennis quickly shut his mouth and stumbled over to the bottom drawer of his desk, fishing out a half empty box. Finding his prize, he stood behind Lonny, pressing close as the man looked out the window. He rested his chin on a boney shoulder, holding his exposed midriff. Lonny just took in the view. A bar, packed to the brim with people just like him, enjoying themselves. The same bar that not long ago was on the brink of foreclosure. And he got to say I helped make this happen .
"We did good Dennis."
"Fuck yeah we did. This place would have been turned into some fucking aerobics studio if it wasn't for us. If it wasn't for you."
Lonny blushed, "What can I say, I like to have a good time."
Letting out a low chuckle, Dennis moved a hand to the front of those ridiculously tight jeans. He squeezed the bulge there. " You can definitely say that again." Lonny moaned, getting back into the mood, grinding into his palm. Dennis planted kisses just under Lonny's ear, keeping his eyes open as he lazily scanned the bar through the glass. He eventually met Adam's eyes, who had clearly been watching the pair for some time. He winked, pulling another moan from Lonny's mouth as his head was draped across his shoulder, and closed the blinds.
They stayed like that for a while, just lazy grinding, thoughts being drowned out by all the sensations. Dennis let his mind wander, envisioning what would have happened if he left the shades open. To shove it in Adam's face that Lonny wants Dennis and that this was something he'd never experience. He voiced his thoughts to Lonny, who sounded pretty on board with it becoming a reality.
"How would you do it?" Dennis fumbled with his fly as he thought of his response. Lonny was very vocal about his thing for dirty talk, so he responded truthfully and graphically.
"I'd keep you right here and strip you down piece by piece. Show the people what they can't have. Lonny moaned open-mouthed, which Dennis took as an opportunity to stick his tongue in, drawing out a lewd kiss.
“What else?” Lonny continued. Dennis moved them, pushing Lonny softly against the glass.
“I’d be right here, fucking you so fast your head’ll spin. Your hands’ll be here,” Dennis paused and took the boney wrists together and pinned them above his head, the shades leaving indents on his palms. “I’ll keep them here so you can’t even touch yourself. Maybe I’d be nice and let you hold yourself open for me, pound you even harder as you begged for it.”
Lonny brought his head forward to rest on the blinds. “Or maybe,” Dennis licked a stripe where neck met shoulder. “I’d just sit back and watch.”
He released the other man completely, taking a couple steps back so he was out of reach.
“Watch as you jerk yourself raw and come all over the glass just for me. We wouldn’t even need music playing. You’d be the star of the show. Make you get on your knees, and clean up the mess you made.”
Lonny flipped his body around so he was facing Dennis, pushing off the window to lunge at him. He kissed hard and fast, teeth clacking with a quick introduction of his tongue. “ Dennis, I need you.”
They made quick work of their pants, Lonny pushing them past the meat of their thighs, too desperate to actually remove them. Dennis followed his previous request, moving to push Lonny backwards towards the direction of his desk, kicking the chair away. Lonny arched his back, putting his ass on display. “You’re gonna gonna be the death of me Lon.”” He put his palms on both sides of his ass, massaging the flesh there. A thought flashed through his brain, and he pulled the chair closer again with his foot.
”Dennis~ What are you doing back there? Cause it doesn’t feel like fucking my brains out” Dennis sat in his chair, bending down slightly till he was face level with Lonny’s ass. At the man’s outburst, he rolled forward and bit lightly on the left flank.
“Shit! Do-ahh. Do that again.” Dennis easily followed the command, attacking the twin with the same gentle ferocity. He licked a long stripe from perinium to where ass met back. He bit large marks where he knew the dip of his jeans would show, a streak of possesivness taking over. “Please Dennis. I’m so close .”
He groaned in response, changing plans yet again, standing suddenly. He coated 3 fingers with lube, pushing one almost to the second knuckle in one swift movement. Lonny moaned out loud, dropping his head to hang between the arms elevating him. He thrust his hips back to fully seat Dennis’s finger inside.
“More.” He spoke with such conviction that Dennis moaned himself, pushing a second finger to his entrance. His hand began thrusting the digits in and out, curling and scissoring, but not going deep enough to hit the bundle of nerves begging for attention. A third finger fit itself in easily, any previous resistance gone. “We’re not getting any younger, hurry up.” Dennis huffed out a laugh at his impatience.
“My hands are a little slick, think you could help?” He dangled the condom in front of Lonny, who snatching it up and tore open the blue foil, throwing it off somewhere, probably landing on the floor. With fumbling hands he used the glide of the prelubed latex to put it on him,. He quickly turned around into position, ass in the air, upper half held up by toned arms. Dennis moved behind him, lining up and pushing in in one breeze. They both bellowed out a moan, to reved up to realistically hold together for to long. Dennis caught his hand in a soft piece of fabric, having been balled up under his palm.The fucking hankerchief. The implication of what the design meant lit the fire in his belly again, and he bent over to plasted himself on Lonny’s back half, bad joints be damned. He began to lightly pepper kisses along his shoulder blades, mouth and thrusts darkening when he reached the back of Lonny’s throat. He landed a bite high on Lonny’s neck, grinning wildly as he watched Lonny leak some precum, cock pinned hard against the desk.
They continued like that, Dennis marking up every inch of skin he could get, Lonny letting out a cacophony of moans, mostly a variation of Oh fuckingrightthererightthereHarderplease. . He was crying out with such intensity, he felt tears pool, ruining his eyeliner. “Den-Dennis! I’m gonna-” He cut off with a groan. “Me to Lon.”
Dennis took mercy and reached under them to jerk him off, matching the timing of his thrusts. Once, twice, and then Lonny was a goner. Dennis finished almost simultaneously, emptying out into the condom, digging the nails of his free hand into Lonny’s hip. They stayed like that for a moment, Lonny’s arm giving out, landing his front to lay in the mess he just made. When Dennis finally peeled off of his back and discarded the condom, he stood up and stretched, muscles lose and sore in all the best ways.
“I think you sufficiently showed me who’s boss Love. Gotta remember to make you jealous more often.” Dennis glared over, still tucking himself back into his pants. “You knew! I knew it!” Lonny laughed, fondness ever present.
“Of course I knew!” He took a step closer to them. “But look where it ended us. It was a great plan really, I’d get fucked either way.” Dennis scoffed, annoyance and jealousy laid out for the world to see.
“See! You get all huffy and possessive. It’s kinda really hot.”
“Next time just tell me you wanna sneak off. Don’t go flaunting around for any 20-something to play with.”
He tried to seem exasperated, but he truly had fun.
“Besides, I am very much a one bar owner who confessed a 7 year crush for me kinda guy.“ Dennis just smiled.
He gripped harder on the handkerchief, flipping Lonny so he could use it to clean him off. Thank god they found an actual purpose for it. When they were sufficiently clean, or more or less not covered in jizz, Dennis worked on clothing both bodies.
“Come on now,” he spoke to Lonny’s lax body, not moving a finger to help. “The band’s almost done, we gotta give a speech.”
Lonny groaned. “Why do I gotta go? You’re the owner.” He grumbled as but still worked his pants up his legs and adjusted his crop top.
“You are as much the owner as I am. Plus, I kinda wanted to show off your new body art.”Dennis dragged his thumbs across the marks he left. Lonny rolled his eyes but smiled, feeling an ego boost whenever Dennis wanted to show him off.
“Fine. One more for the road?” Dennis got between his legs, trapping him against the desk again and complied. He left a large mark on the side of his throat in his wake. When they stepped out together, he stuck his hand on in Lonny’s back pocket, where the cloth used to be.
Sometimes it was fun to get up to a little hanky panky.