beautiful.dirty.rich

Christian Jacob Hamilton. 23. Gay. I'm kind of a stripper.

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Midnight City ;;

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Jonah likes to think that he’s rather open to new experiences. He plans on bungee jumping someday (soon, hopefully), skydiving, cliff-diving, all of those cliché daredevils stunts — the whole lot. Apparently, his horizons are not as broad as he’d like to think, because this? This definitely isn’t his scene. Jonah’s never been much of a club-goer to begin with. He’s not a fan of strobe lights blinding him, or poor remixes of songs that are stupid to begin with — and maybe he’s a little bit of a dirty hipster, but he can’t help his taste. Despite that, he thinks that surely, the main reason is because he’s watching Christian dancing nearly naked above his head.

It’s not that Jonah’s got a problem with Christian’s job — except maybe he does a little bit. Not in the way that he’s ashamed, or that he thinks what Christian does is degrading, but he can’t repress the sharp bite of possessiveness that courses through his bloodstream when he catches sight of another club patron paying particularly close attention to his — whatever they are. It’s not like he can blame them, Christian is mesmerizing in the way that he’s got Jonah almost completely hypnotized, too. His hips move deliciously from side to side, and Jonah understands why half of the men in the room have got their eyes trained on him, but just because he understands it doesn’t mean he likes it. Not at all.

Some time passes before Jonah spots Christian making his way toward him and he stands to his full height, eager to get the smaller boy in his arms. He frowns when the moment is put on pause, by some entitled jerk who thinks he can touch people as he pleases. Jonah’s so focused on narrowing his eyes at the lad Christian left behind, he doesn’t even notice he’s there until a tiny body is being thrown at him. Jonah doesn’t care that Christian’s covered in glitter — he holds him tightly against his chest, and maybe it’s a little territorial, the way he dips his head to kiss Christian for all of these men to see. “Hey, gorgeous,” he replies happily, delighted that Christian’s off work and he’s got him to himself the rest of the night. “You look beautiful up there,” he murmurs next o his ear, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before giving his hand a light squeeze. “Do I get a tour of your workplace, or would you have to kill me if I see what it’s like behind-the-scenes?” 

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The second those lips press against his own, he knows he's really gonna hear it from his boss. He likes the boys to appear available, some of the other dancers going as far as to please the patrons in ways Christian never felt comfortable. He loves sex, a bit too much, but there is something about getting paid to do it that strikes him the wrong way. If he wants to kiss this boy in the middle of the club, he's gonna do it, and he can't give two shits what the guys around them have to say about it. They should be lucky to even get to witness two men, as hot as they were, making out. Even if it feels a little possessive, Christian still likes it all the same. "Tryin' ta make me swoon in public, are ya?" He's grinning at the boy so widely it almost makes his face hurt, but he's happy. Truly happy. It's not really something he's used to, but it makes his head spin and his heart thump roughly against his chest, and it's nice. 

"I can show ya around the back if ya want, love. It's just a bunch of queer boys, feather boas and body glitter by the gallons," he calls back over his shoulder as he starts to lead him through the crowd. He can feel eyes on him, but it's not in the way he's used to, when he's half naked and gyrating up on stage. It's like he fan feel jealousy burning through some of those gazes, and hell, they should be jealous. Jonah is kind of his, and no one else really gets to say that. The first place he takes him to is the dressing rooms, because that's all that's really worth seeing back there, aside from the rooms where people have a habit of hooking up. They tend to be filthy though, and not cleaned nearly enough for his liking. Some boys will drop down to their knees to suck a dick anywhere though. "This is where I get all dolled up, or as I like to say, where the magic happens. This is all there really is to it though. I'd take you to see the other rooms, but unless you're in the mood for some live action porn I'd stay away." 

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Midnight City ;;

The club is dark, the dim lights casting a blue glow over he place not offering much; just barely enough to see the shimmering bodies moving in time to the loud thumping music. It's deafening, but in a way Christian finds it peaceful, like amid the chaos there is his own personal calm. He's wearing this smile on his face, his blue hues fluttering shut as he gets lost in the music, as cliche as it sounds, becomes one with the bass that shakes him to his very core. It's so loud, so powerful, that most nights he can still feel it thrumming through his body even when he's home and in his own bed. 

He loves getting to dance on the catwalks, high above the crowd, he often jokes it's like he's an angel when he's up there, all he needs is a shimmery pair of wings. The other boys just laugh, his boss telling him he'll get him a pair of angel wings if it means he'll shut up and get his ass to work. He's teasing of course, the man cares more than he'll ever admit and Christian knows it. He almost forgets that Jonah is there tonight, that he told him to meet him around when his shift ended. It was a Thursday night, one he doesn't normally work, in fact, they have a habit of getting mostly naked and eating while camped out on the living room floor about now. 

Thinking about him brings and even bigger smile to his face, and his eyes are open, combing the crowed for that familiar face, hoping he's there and when those hazy blue eyes settle on a mop of long brown hair, an unruly mess, but it works for him, his chest grows tight and excitement dances through his veins. Twenty minutes later he was done for the night, and he was intent on dragging Jonah into his dressing room and snogging him senseless for a little while. He's pushing through the crowd, his sun kissed skin shining with glitter, sweaty from the humidity that comes from so many bodies and the fact that he had been dancing his perfect ass off. He feels people brushing against him, and then a set of rather large hands grabbing at his ass. "Back off would you? I'm not interested, mate," he calls over his shoulder, giving the hand a shove as he pushes forward, seeking out Jonah. He can feel the stares on him, but he doesn't care, practically launches himself at the taller body, kissing the underside of his jaw. "Hey, babe...m'happy to see ya," he says with a grin, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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Jonah’s large hands immediately latched onto Christian’s hips when he was pulled into a heated kiss, roughly pressing their hips together. A low groan sounded from the back of his throat as erection cause against the hard line of Christian’s length. He parted the other boy’s lips, welcoming the warm heat, reveling in the slick feel of his tongue against Jonah’s. His fingers curved over the bare curve of Christian’s back, tips teasing at the waistband of his Topman briefs, just above the swell of his bum. Jonah felt like he was going dizzy from lack of air with each hot glide of their lips, and his breath hitched when a hand was shoved down the front of his pants. He moaned into Christian’s mouth, breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against the older boy’s as he began to work his hand over Jonah’s length, the head of his cock flushed and leaking and painfully hard, each stroke granting him a blissful reprieve. “Fuck —” He choked out, rocking his hips up into Christian’s grip. He nodded frantically, an actual whine pouring from his lips. “Fuck, yeah. Babe, please.”

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They were a mess of sloppy kisses and grinding hips, a feverish connecting of heated bodies surging with lust and need. Christian's small hand slid up and down his thick shaft as quickly as he could, but his clothes were restraining his range of motion, and the way Jonah was whining for him was enough to urge him forward. He bit down on the taller boy's bottom lip teasingly before dropping down to his knees, hand slipping from inside of Jonah's boxers only to curl his fingers into the waistband and tug them down over his hips. His breath caught in his throat and he let out a low groan as the taller boy's naked body was revealed to him completely, his cock hard and flushed, and he could feel his mouth watering at the sight. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured quietly, pressing his palm flush against Jonah's thigh before letting it graze up over his skin, taking his time before wrapping it around the base of his shaft. He stroked him once and then he was lavishing the tip with his tongue, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from the head, savoring that taste until it wasn't enough to sate him. Lips wrapped tightly around his shaft and then he was pushing his head forward, sliding his mouth down his length until the tip nudged the back of his throat, making him gag only slightly as he tried to adjust to his size. 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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Jonah nearly whined when Christian pulled away from him, but he stayed put, rooted down to the spot as his green eyes followed, lust laden and hungry as Christian closed down the store. He had to keep fidgeting some, his length straining painfully against the tight, tight confinements of his jeans. He let out a sigh of relief when Christian grabbed his hand, whisking him away towards the back of the store. He had to admit he was slightly disappointed, admittedly picturing their first time together in a more romantic setting, but at the present situation, he was mostly thinking with his cock, and his dick didn’t give a shit where they were, as long as it got something.

He responded to Christian’s touch with all the fervor of a man who’d been deprived of sex for at least a decade, giving as much he was taking. “I — fuck,” he moaned out, rolling his hips into the boy’s hand. “No, no,” he shook his head, hands grabbing to make purchase on an item of clothing, finding Christian’s shirt and he hurriedly pulled it over his head. “I wanna —” Jonah groaned loudly, fastening his hands around Christian’s biceps before he spun them around and pinned him against the door. “I want to fuck you in my bed and in my kitchen, and — fuck, I want to be on my knees in my shower with your cock down my throat, and I want to fuck you with my fingers against that window, and I want to hear you screaming desperately for me when you come all over the glass.” 

He practically ripped his beanie off his head, throwing it to the side before unzipping his hoodie and discarding it, along with black henley, fit snug against his form. “I wanted you the first time I saw you, do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” He asked, pressing their shirtless torsos together, though not too hard, because he was only halfway through the healing process for his piercings, and they were still incredibly sensitive. He kicked his shoes and socks off, then wasted no time in unbuttoning Christian’s pants. “Off, off, off,” he chanted. Now that he was so close, now that he had Christian like this, he didn’t know how he’d lasted those weeks, satisfied with only kissing him occasionally. 

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Christian felt a sharp pang of satisfaction as Jonah's hips rocked forward, rutting his hard cock against the palm of his hand. He felt like he had power over the boy, for the first time since they had met, instead of being the one left panting and helpless, totally enamored by this curly haired boy. Of course, that didn't last long, just when he had started thinking he was in control, Jonah was practically tearing his shirt from his body and grabbing his arms, pining his smaller body up against the door. The wood was smooth and cool against his heated skin, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat. He honestly never expected those things to come from Jonah's mouth, his cock straining painfully as he imagined himself in every one of those scenarios, and now? He couldn't wait to get back to his place, to fall into him over and over again until they were left two exhausted and boneless heaps on his bed. 

"You better follow through with that, Curly, so help me God..." His threat died on his lips though as he watched him begin to strip, a sight he had seen before, but he'd never get over that tattooed body, and how badly he wanted to trace his tongue over every mark of ink on his skin. He felt the press of metal against his flesh, a soft groan pouring from his lips as he looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. "Not nearly as much as I've wanted you," he breathed out, as he toed off his shoes, helping Jonah to push his skin tight jeans off his hips and kick them off once they pooled around his ankles. Once he was down to his briefs though, he didn't hold back, grabbing Jonah by the back of his head and pulling him down so that their lips crushed together, a soft whine muffling into the kiss. He worked his hand over his length, palming him before he slipped his hand inside of his underwear and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He had a decent sized girth, his tiny fingers working him over as he started to stroke him, slowly at first before he grew frantic and needy. "Need to taste you..." 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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Jonah frowned when Christian pulled out his puppy dog pout, darting his eyes away to stare up at the ceiling. “That’s not fair — I’m an only child, I don’t have a built up immunity to that look.” Jonah bit down on his bottom lip at Christian’s words, imagining that cock ring fit around his own length, with Christian small but capable — and expert, he was sure — hands working him over, keeping him close at the edge for a few minutes before finally letting him come. He brought the candy to his lips, giving the cock one more thorough meeting with his mouth before tossing it away.

Jonah ducked his head, fastening his lips over Christian’s pulse point and put his mouth to work as the other boy spoke. There was a tiny part of him that worried about someone looking in as they passed by, but a bigger part of him welcomed the idea, growing harder at the thought of someone watching these two dance around the fact that they were seconds away from getting each other off in the middle of the store. He kept one hand secure on Christian’s lower back, bringing the other around to drag up his chest, before tweaking one of the boy’s nipples between his fingertips, remembering how he’d practically gloated at their sensitivity. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, but I’d really like to fuck you… now.”

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Christian had never made such an embarrassing sound, as the one that slipped from his pouty lips when Jonah's mouth attached to his skin. His knees just about buckled underneath him, the pressure of his lips and tongue against one of the most sensitive parts of his neck was overwhelming, mewling and purring like a fucking cat in heat as he pressed his hips forward, seeking out a much needed friction as his cock throbbed inside of his all too tight jeans. He honestly couldn't have cared where they were anymore, because he needed this --No, he needed Jonah-- in every possible way you could imagine. A high pitched whine tore from the back of his throat when deft fingers met his nipple, his cock twitching, his body trembling from the pleasure that crashed over him. "I don't give a fuck," he breathed out, because honestly? He really didn't. 

He was loathed to pull himself away from Jonah, but he needed to lock the door and he needed to get him out of view of the cameras, not that he thought his boss would mind very much. They had gotten close of the time that he'd been working there, and to be frank, he was his top employee, so one romp in the back room really wasn't going to change that, even if he was closing the store an hour early. After flicking the lock and dimming the lights he reached for Jonah's hand, pulling him up a small flight of stairs, which only consisted of about three actual steps, and through a short hallway that lead to the back storage and a little lounge they had set up some time ago for the staff. Granted, there really wasn't much in the way of 'staff' but it was nice to have a sit down every once in a while. 

There was a plush couch against one wall, and a small cot that his boss had set up for Christian when he got too drunk and couldn't make it home after he working the club. In a lot of ways, Bruce was like a big gay dad that was always looking out for him. Christian bit down on his lip as he pulled Jonah inside and pushed the door shut, the lighting in this room dim, coupled with the white light that streamed in from the moon through the curtain-less windows. He pressed his body up against Jonah's the second they were tucked away inside, the cock ring he had plucked from the other boy's hand tucked safely in the pocket of his jeans. "I hope you're planning on taking me home tonight, don't make do the walk of shame from my own place of employment," he teased as he slid his hand down the taller man's body, palming his cock through his tight jeans, rutting the heel of his hand against the bulge that formed, and hell, he was even more impressive when he was hard, if that was even possible. 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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"Aw, poor baby, you haven’t had sex in two weeks." He cooed, scrunching up his face and pinching Christian’s nose lightly. "I haven’t had sex in, like, a month and a half and I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes at Christian’s smug expression, not liking how it felt to be in opposite roles for once. Jonah had to stop walking when Christian began to speak, his cock growing hard quickly in his jeans, the tightness of the material pressing firmly against his length and making it uncomfortable for him to walk. “You seem to know a lot about that kind of pleasure in particular.”

Despite the protests of his dick, he moved towards him, resting his hands on the small of Christian’s back. He slowly moved them down to cup his ass before pulling, locking Christian’s body flush against his. “What about me fingers? How do you think they would feel?” He asked, squeezing his large hands against the tight material of Christian’s pants, then bringing them up and slipping under the rest of his shirt, dragging over his soft, bare skin. “When do you get off of work?” He asked, tone low and rough, looking down at Christian with a dark expression and heavy-lidded eyes.

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"We are hardly cut from the same cloth, Jonah darling, and as much as I adore you, I am a sexual creature who thrives on it. I even work in different facets of the sex industry, I mean, honestly..." he pouted, looking a lot like a wounded puppy, and how could Jonah ever resist those big blue eyes and jutted out bottom lip? "I know a good bit about it, and I don't think I've ever wanted to see someone so wrecked before in my life," he admitted, his blue eyes focused on those deep green ones, they weren't bright and piercing, but darkened, yet still warm. 

Christian's breath caught in his throat when Jonah started to grow bold, his large hands cupping his ample bum as he pulled him in close, their hips practically fused together, and even then it didn't feel like it was close enough. "Y-Your fingers..." he stammered, his eyes slipping shut as he tried to keep himself from acting like teenage boy and rutting against him like a cat in heat. "Fuck, your fingers would feel so good inside of me, working me open for that thick cock of yours." The words dripped from his lips in a thick and lusty voice, his tone uncharacteristically deep. "I can get off work now if you give me a good enough reason, we're slow and I have my own set of keys to lock up..."

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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“Buuuut you like it, right?” Jonah said, fingers itching to walk across the counter and lace with Christian’s, his whole body practically begging him to go behind the counter himself and take the boy in his arms. Jonah knew that he was probably taking things too far. He was retaliating for what Christian did to him the night before, even if he knew that was payback for what Jonah had started in the first place. “Aw, love,” he cooed, allowing himself to reach out for Christian’s hand, and he placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I’m sorry, I can stop!” He said, though he didn’t really mean it in the slightest.

He was very much aware of Christian’s interaction with the other couple as they paid for their items. He wasn’t really paying much attention to the sex toys littered throughout out shop, instead keeping his ears open to Christian’s conversation. He was feigning indifference the entire time, and although he heard the couple leave, and he knew Christian was walking over to him, he wasn’t prepared for the thick fake cock that was about to be a slight punch to his self-esteem. “Jesus, bloody —” He wasn’t exactly sure what he choked on, but he did, beginning to cough as soon as he eyes landed on the dildo in Christian’s hand. He brought a hand to his chest, his cock already beginning to twitch inside his jeans at the image of Christian fucking himself with it, taking it all. He regained his composure, clearing his throat and kitten-licking the lollipop before dragging his eyes from the one in Christian’s hand to the wall. “Well, I’d love to watch sometime. If that’s all right with you, mate.” He began to walk away, picking up a cock ring as he walked past, turning to walk backwards to he could look at Christian. “You recommend one of these?”

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"Obviously I do, or I wouldn't keep agreeing to these sex-free dates you insist on taking me on," he pointed out, as if giving up sex was a true sacrifice, and well...for someone like Christian, it kind of was. He stood there watching his lips a little bit longer than he should have before turning his focus away and onto something else, which happened to be a case of condoms that needed setting up. By the time he found his way back to Jonah, he was itching to touch him, or to at least tease him as much as Jonah seemed to be doing to him. A smirk pulled at his lips as he managed to get Jonah to choke, a reaction he was definitely smug about. He set the dildo back down in it's spot, watching the taller boy with a glazed over expression, before zeroing in on that ring in his hand. 

He carefully closed the distance between the with ever step Jonah took, slowly nodding his head. "That's a good one, you see...fit that around the base of your cock and you'll be harder than you could possibly imagine. Couple that with some drawn out teasing strokes, and by the time you cum, your whole body will be shaking, and every touch will feel like it's too much, you'll twitch and whine and beg for it to stop, but secretly you'll want more at the same time, because that painful pleasure? That's the best thing you've ever felt."

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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Jonah smiled, pushing the hoodie off the crown of his head, though a bright, orange beanie still remained. “Am I a Disney prince, at least?” He leaned down, placing his elbows on the countertop and jumping slightly when the metal from his necklace clacked loudly against the hard surface. He ducked his head sheepishly, tucking it into the front of his Henley. Jonah shrugged carelessly, eyeing a stand near the register, of lollipops shaped to look like a dick, cleverly called Lollicocks. He pulled out his wallet and slid three pounds across the counter before plucking up the cherry red one. “I dunno, can’t I be here for myself?”

"Actually," he began, slowly unwrapping the plastic off of the candy. "Thought I’d get myself something nice. I made myself come so hard last night thinkin’ of you after that bloody phone call. I was still thinking about it all day, love, but I don’t think my hand will be enough at this point, so…" He shrugged again, before placing the tip of the lollipop in his mouth and drawing off slowly, his lips puckering obscenely around the head. He heard giggling and looked to his side, completely unaware that there had even been any customers in there with them. He smiled and waved before standing straight, pulling his hood back over his head. "M’sorry, I didn’t realize you had customers. Come find me when you’re done." He turned on his heel, licking his candy as he stalked off to go peruse a wall of dildos.

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"You sure as hell act like a Disney prince," he retorted, scoffing slightly though he definitely meant it in an endearing kind of way. His eyes were drawn to the way his shirt pulled down as he leaned forward, giving him a good view of the swallows tattooed across his chest. He was suddenly caught off guard by lewd thoughts of dragging his tongue alone the dark lines while rutting his hips down eagerly against him. The more he thought about it, the more lust surged through his body and he knew if he didn't stop he'd be sporting a hard on in the middle of his shift. He let out an exasperated breath and watched as Jonah grabbed one of the suckers off the counter, his eyes narrowing as he slid him the money for it. "You're going to be the actual death of me, I hope you know," he spat out before ringing him up and shoving the money into the drawer.

He wondered if it was possible to want him anymore than he already did, those words dripping from his lips, making his cock strain inside of his tight jeans as he watched those full lips wrap around the head of the candy cock. He couldn't help but imagine how cherry red they would be by the time he was done, and fuck he just wanted to kiss him for hours. Christian's eyes were glued to Jonah's back as he walked away, only tearing them off his tall, lanky form long enough to ring the couple up -- flavored lube and a prostate massager that he definitely recommended -- and then they were gone, it was just him and Jonah now, and with an hour left until closing, he was tempted to just shut down now and drag that boy into the back so he could get drunk off his kiss. He stepped out from behind the counter and made his way towards Jonah, blue eyes flickering across the wall of dildos when he stopped short of where he was standing, grabbing up a thick eight inch clear one, his small hand wrapping around the shaft as he held it up for Jonah to see. "In case you were wondering, curly, this is the exact cock I was fucking myself with last night. Of course, it's not nearly as good as the real thing, but the way this fills me up...well, you heard what it does to me," he said slowly, flashing him a devilsh grin. 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

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Jonah had been having a pretty splendid day, overall, though he had no clue it was about to get a thousand times better. It wasn’t that he hated his night shifts at the restaurant, but he always appreciated when his nights were free to do as he pleased. While he didn’t actually have anything planned for that night, he’d had a nice day with his best mate Trevor, smoking at Trevor’s flat and watching old Disney movies on repeat. Granted, he had woken up still incredibly horny from the night before, when Christian had called him and given him a taste of his own medicine, though he was convinced that the other boy’s tactic was much worse than what he had been doing.

He was only slightly high still as he drove through town, his mind zeroed in on the sweet noises he’d heard Christian make through the phone last night and the muffled, slick sound that managed to make it through his ears while the older boy fucked himself. His green eyes veered off the road for a moment, catching sight of a gay sex shop on the corner, and he probably broke a law, considering how quickly he switched lanes just to get to an open spot in front of the store. 

Jonah had honestly forgotten that Christian worked in a sex shop, it hadn’t crossed his mind that this could be the very one he was employed at. His steps only faltered slightly when he saw him behind the counter, but he regained his composure quickly, his long legs taking him across the store in only a few quick strides, his boots click-clacking obnoxiously across the linoleum floor. He reached for Christian across the counter, fingers struggling to find purchase in anything, before dragging him towards Jonah by his shirt and smashing their lips together, completely oblivious to the other two customers. “Hi,” he breathed when he pulled away, slowly letting go of his shirt and smoothing the wrinkles out, bringing a familiar smile up to his face. “How’s your day been?”

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Christian had only briefly mentioned his other job before, and he certainly never told Jonah which one he worked out. This was a complete chance meeting, but then he started thinking about why Jonah might have showed up here in the first place, and a slight twist of jealousy ripped through his stomach, followed by a sting of arousal. What did he need from here anyway? And who the hell was he going to use it on? The questions burned through his mind but he all too quickly forgot about them the second that boy strode across the store and pulled him in close, those lips intoxicated and heavy against his own. He didn't even hesitate when it came to kissing him back, the rest of the world just fell away and all he wanted was to get lost in that taste, like sweets mixed with good weed.

"Marginally better since you showed up here looking like a goddamn prince, kissing me like that," he shot back with a grin, pulling away and straightening out his clothes with a slight cough to clear his throat. One thing he kind of hated -- and by hated he meant loved -- about Jonah, was how easy it was to get caught up in him, and forget everything else even existed. Now there was a gay couple eyeing them up and giggling to themselves, as if they were recalling a time when they were that new and excited about each other, and it made him blush, his hand nervously flicking up to fix his hair. "What're you doing here anyway, curly?" 

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Kiss Me Kiss Me

It was a rare night when Christian was actually stuck working a closing shift at his 'day job'. He'd actually landed his job at Prowler before he started working at Heaven as a gogo boy. It didn't pay nearly enough, but his boss was a good guy and put up with Christian's shit throughout the years. Not to mention, working at a sex toy shop offered him a good look at sexy gay boys and a discount on any toys he might want, which happened to be a lot. 

So, there he was on a Thursday night, flipping through a random ass magazine and wishing they were a lot busier than they actually were. There was a total of two people lurking through the store right now, and the way they were touching each other was annoying the shit out of him. Probably because it had been a week since his first date with Jonah and he still wasn't getting any. Not that Christian didn't like hanging out with the guy, but there was definitely a need that had to be sated, and without some quality dick, he was a cranky son of a bitch. 

Granted, he had gotten some kind of a payback last night, after he called Jonah up whilst fucking himself. He had really put on a show too, whimpering and crying out his name as he had came all over himself. Just the thought of it managed to bring a smile to his face, which only grew when the bell rang out and a familiar lanky body stepped through the door. 

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As You Held Me Down

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Jonah sighed heavily, a noise of contentment sounding from his throat when Christian began running his fingers through his hair. “Mm, feels so good,” he murmured, words slightly slurred as he began to relax into Christian’s touch. “I know, I know. M’sorry,” he grumbled and tightened his hold on Christian’s waist, wrapping his arms completely around him and hugging him to Jonah’s body. “If it’s any consolation, I think you’re worth the wait.” He lifted his head, gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes before kissing his lips again. “As much as I hate to say this, I think it’s time to call it a night, but I want to see you again soon, okay?” He loosened his hold on Christian’s body, running a large hand up and down his spine before settling on the small of his back. “D’ya want me to drive you home? Or call you a cab?”

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"Yeah, I know I'm worth the wait," he shot back, a teasing grin pulling at his soft pink lips. Christian could feel that familiar twisting in his gut, the way his heart flipped every time those green eyes locked with his bright blue hues. "Yeah, you're right, I should get going, before I lose all sense of self-control and pounce on your sexy arse," he murmured, stealing another kiss before disentaling himself from the taller boy. He stood up and stretched his arms out over his head, his shirt lifting to show a peak of his belly before falling back down to cover his skin. "I'll text you when I get home, and I can call my own cab, curly," Honestly though, he was just going to walk, because he didn't really have much money left over for a cab after his trip over to Jonah's, he was okay with that though, because this night, and Jonah..they were definitely worth it. 

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As You Held Me Down

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Jonah dropped the rest of the pretzel stick into the chocolate fondue, looking away before he could see completely sink out of sight. His large hands went to settle on Christian’s waist, and he immediately thought that being in this close proximity to him was absolutely toxic to his mental health. He glanced down for a moment, seeing how big his hands looked in comparison to Christian’s small build and pushed himself to look back up, to not get too lost in their obvious size difference because he was about two seconds away from losing it. He let out an involuntary low groan, dropping his head to rest his forehead on Christian’s shoulder. “No, don’t tug on my hair right now,” he practically begged, turning to bury his face in Christian’s neck. “This is hard enough as it is.” He mumbled, squirming his hips a bit on the seat. “Literally and figuratively.”

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Christian was loathed to admit just how much he had missed those hands on his body. That brief moment they shared in bed hadn't been nearly long enough, and throughout the week, as he would curl up in his own bed, he'd imagine that tall, lanky body right there next to him. Craved the feel of being wrapped up in someone, and not just in a sexual way. "Sorry, I forgot," he said quietly, his fingers loosening their grip and moving to stroke through his curls instead. "You do know you're the one making it hard on the both of us though ,right," he teased in his ear with a breathless laugh. He turned his head to press a kiss to his temple, slowly trailing them down along his jaw before pulling back, trying to ignore the press of his hips against his, and how badly he wished the clothes between them would just disappear so he could sink down on his cock and just get lost in him. 

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As You Held Me Down

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Jonah made a helpless, heated sound when Christian began to kiss him back, singing his teeth into the older boy’s bottom lip. It wasn’t difficult at all to forget his past reservations, to just kiss Christian and allow whatever might happen to run its course. Oddly enough, Christian seemed to be of more sound mind that he was, parting their lips much sooner than Jonah would’ve liked. Even if he didn’t want to take it any further, Jonah simply loved kissing. He could probably spend an entire day in bed with someone, limbs tangled in the sheets and kissing for hours and never get bored. It took a few moments for his mind to catch up with Jonah’s words, but he nodded, anyway, just placing one more much sweeter kiss on his lips. “You’re right, yeah, you’re right. You’re just —” He huffed, sitting back down in his chair. “You’re so fucking fit.” He pouted, picking up a pretzel stick and swirling it mindlessly in the chocolate fondue. “I really do fancy you quite a lot.”

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Had he been a lesser man, he would have positively gloated about this moment, how close he was to pushing Jonah to lose control, and all it had taken was a heated kiss. The problem was, Christian actually liked him, and he wasn't about to let him fuck up his life long morals because he was half hard and wanted to get off. There was something to be said about a man who actually took the time to get to know a boy who was so swilling to give him everything he could want physically. "You've seen me stripped down to my briefs, and you're just now realizing this," he teased, flashing him a grin as he watched him carefully. After a moment he slowly stood up, stepping around the table to where Jonah was sitting in his chair, and dropped down into his lap. Hands ghosted up to cup his face as he brushed his lips lightly against the younger man's. "I really fancy you quite a bit too, curly," he murmured, one hand slipping to the back of his neck so he could tug on a loose curl. 

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As You Held Me Down

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Jonah felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, giving away his rapid heart rate like morse code. In retrospect, he thought he probably shouldn’t have kissed him, not when he held steadfastly to his rule to take it slow, not when kissing him for just a few seconds already made him crave more. He pulled away from a moment, legs scraping against the floor as he stood out of his chair, leaning his long body across the table, using one arm to hold himself up while he cupped Christian’s chin with his other hand, tilting his face up before laying another kiss on him. He used the same hand to fiddle with the knot at the back of the scarf, faltering a bit when the cloth got caught in one of the many rings he wore on his fingers. He threw it carelessly to the ground when he finally managed to undo the offending garment and pushed the kiss further, eagerly welcoming the warm heat of Christian’s mouth, reveling in the slickness of his tongue against Jonah’s while he dropped his large hand to wrap around the back of Christian’s neck.

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Christian was only vaguely aware of the sound of wood scuffing against wood, even with Jonah's lips parted from his, he still couldn't regain his composure fast enough; or formulate his thoughts into something tangible. Those lips were sinful, and he couldn't help but kiss him back with every ounce of desire he had pent up inside of his body. He respected that Jonah wanted to take this slow, but he was quickly spiraling out of control, and the only thing that kept him anchored, he was pulling right down with him. As soon as the scarf was gone though, he was granted a moment of clarity, which didn't last all too long, because he was suddenly pushing his tongue inside of the other boy's mouth, flicking it around and exploring every inch of him, getting lost in a taste that was only slightly masked from the food they had consumed earlier. Jonah was still so prominent, resting heavily on his tongue as he slowly broke the kiss with a soft gasp. "You should...stop that, before I really lose control," he panted, his voice rough and husky. 

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