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The week of 58 continues! This part is nws.
Tuesday
Leonard was certain it was too soon after Sunday to call Joe, so he decided to simply show up at the bar instead, hoping that it would appear more casual.
“Where have you been? I was horny as fuck,” Joe said by way of greeting. He was wearing the leather pants again, and a tight, dark blue sleeveless t-shirt that made his skin look luminous and clung to every line of his torso.
The bar was almost empty, which was to be expected mid-week, and the few patrons seemed to be preoccupied with their drinks and thoughts. Leonard pushed up his glasses, shamelessly ogling Joe’s naked, tanned arms.
“Ah. I assume full responsibility and will make amends. Will you be taking a break any time soon?”
In less than five minutes they were back in the bathroom, frantically groping each other. Joe backed him against the wall and was sucking hard on his tongue, rocking his hips in short shaky thrusts. Leonard shifted so his cock would get the full benefit and shivered with pleasure as their erections pressed together.
He thumbed a nipple through the t-shirt, and Joe hissed and grabbed his hips, ground into him harder. Leonard was trying to hold back, but the heat and friction were too sharp, irresistible, and eventually he gave in and let go, muffling his groans against Joe’s shoulder.
“Did you just,” Joe panted, not slowing down, still humping him into the wall, “Did I - did I just make you cream your pants?”
He slipped a hand under Leonard’s waistband, encountered slippery wetness there, moaned and pressed closer.
“Oh fuck,” he said between fierce kisses. “Fuck, you're so hot. This is so - ah, damn, nngh…”
He shuddered, groaning, clinging to Leonard, leaning into him with the whole length of his body. Leonard held him, rocking their softening cocks together gently, and Joe kept kissing him, wetly and eagerly, like a teenager, leaving his mouth only to lick and nip at his neck.
“I should go,” Leonard said finally, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Joe stepped back, looking away, and gingerly wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“Already? I mean, you haven’t even had a drink.”
“Well, my pants are creamed,” said Leonard, indicating the stains on the front of his slacks. “I can’t sit in the bar like this, I have to go. What about you?”
“Leather,” said Joe, patting himself in the way that made Leonard want to stay, even if it meant lurking in the bathroom all night. “I’ll just wash up at the sink - well, I’ll see you around I guess.”
“Tomorrow,” said Leonard, getting an odd thrill from seeing Joe’s face light up even before he proposed anything exciting, “I’d like to stay after closing again so we’re not rushed. Unless it’s too late or you’re tired after your shift, of course.”
“Nah, that’s good,” nodded Joe. “Tomorrow it is.”
Tuesday
Leonard was certain it was too soon after Sunday to call Joe, so he decided to simply show up at the bar instead, hoping that it would appear more casual.
“Where have you been? I was horny as fuck,” Joe said by way of greeting. He was wearing the leather pants again, and a tight, dark blue sleeveless t-shirt that made his skin look luminous and clung to every line of his torso.
The bar was almost empty, which was to be expected mid-week, and the few patrons seemed to be preoccupied with their drinks and thoughts. Leonard pushed up his glasses, shamelessly ogling Joe’s naked, tanned arms.
“Ah. I assume full responsibility and will make amends. Will you be taking a break any time soon?”
In less than five minutes they were back in the bathroom, frantically groping each other. Joe backed him against the wall and was sucking hard on his tongue, rocking his hips in short shaky thrusts. Leonard shifted so his cock would get the full benefit and shivered with pleasure as their erections pressed together.
He thumbed a nipple through the t-shirt, and Joe hissed and grabbed his hips, ground into him harder. Leonard was trying to hold back, but the heat and friction were too sharp, irresistible, and eventually he gave in and let go, muffling his groans against Joe’s shoulder.
“Did you just,” Joe panted, not slowing down, still humping him into the wall, “Did I - did I just make you cream your pants?”
He slipped a hand under Leonard’s waistband, encountered slippery wetness there, moaned and pressed closer.
“Oh fuck,” he said between fierce kisses. “Fuck, you're so hot. This is so - ah, damn, nngh…”
He shuddered, groaning, clinging to Leonard, leaning into him with the whole length of his body. Leonard held him, rocking their softening cocks together gently, and Joe kept kissing him, wetly and eagerly, like a teenager, leaving his mouth only to lick and nip at his neck.
“I should go,” Leonard said finally, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Joe stepped back, looking away, and gingerly wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“Already? I mean, you haven’t even had a drink.”
“Well, my pants are creamed,” said Leonard, indicating the stains on the front of his slacks. “I can’t sit in the bar like this, I have to go. What about you?”
“Leather,” said Joe, patting himself in the way that made Leonard want to stay, even if it meant lurking in the bathroom all night. “I’ll just wash up at the sink - well, I’ll see you around I guess.”
“Tomorrow,” said Leonard, getting an odd thrill from seeing Joe’s face light up even before he proposed anything exciting, “I’d like to stay after closing again so we’re not rushed. Unless it’s too late or you’re tired after your shift, of course.”
“Nah, that’s good,” nodded Joe. “Tomorrow it is.”