Bare forearms, apron tied, a slow pour of Uncle Nearest in a thick glass.Tre stood across from him. “You almost there?”Shawn nodded. Gay sex “Just sayin’. Champagne flutes scattered like afterthoughts. Shawn groaned, fists clenching into the cushions, hips pushing back without hesitation.“Fuck,” Shawn moaned, voice cracking. The air was thick with smoke, laughter, perfume, and pride.Jax stood behind the bar in the private lounge—his lounge now—loosening his collar, top button undone. “Not fully.”“I saw the way you watched him. Faint. Some bold, some discreet. One hand stroked his thick shaft, leaking over his abs. “Good.”He gripped his own base, slick with spit, and rubbed it over Shawn’s hole—but didn’t push in.Not yet.Instead, he reached down, stroked him slowly, and whispered, “You gonna cum just from me playin with it like this?”Shawn nodded, panting.“Say it.”“I’m gonna nut just like this. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.Tomorrow.Shawn exhaled hard, chest tight. Don’t nut. Faded. Throat dry.“You ain’t deny it, though.”Jax stepped out from behind the bar. “But… if you ever wanted someone to just watch… I’d sit quiet. Tightened it. I been leaking since yesterday. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.Tomorrow.Shawn exhaled hard, chest tight. He was too close.Tre kept stroking.
