Making good on your word
Summary: BJ regularly comes to the sports bar you work at to watch a football game. That he often misses parts of those games because he keeps looking at you is another story.
Rating: R18 || WC: 3,5k
CW: fluff and smut, mutual masturbation, very brief moment of reader being harassed by two men
A/N: written for @bernthirst-events because BJ is the sweetest. Thank you @darlingshane for the lovely header 🧡
When his eyes slid from the TV screen and towards you again, BJ almost groaned out loud. He’d managed to catch himself more than once tonight, forcing his stare to remain on the football game playing out on the large flat screen TV, but not this time. Like a moth to a flame, whenever BJ saw you moving in his peripherals, his eyes automatically drifted towards you. Sure, maybe this wouldn’t happen if he didn’t always make sure to sit in a spot that was in your waiting zone, or remained at the bar on nights when you only served behind it. But he also really didn’t want to sit anywhere else. Since the first time he came into the large sports bar with a couple of his friends, BJ had instantly been charmed by your friendly attitude. Nothing was forced, your smiles easy and genuine, while you could also hit back with a snarky or funny comeback when it was called for. BJ had yet to see you in a bad mood, laughing with everyone; staff and customers alike. The fact that he also found you attractive didn’t help his case at all. As a high school football coach, he was used to being around hormonal teenagers, but now he also felt like one. Watching you from afar, sitting where he knew you worked, sometimes stammering through his words when you greeted him or talked to him while taking his order. Kid would probably laugh his ass off if he knew, and wonder whether his ability to charm women had skipped his son.
“You on your own tonight, gorgeous?”
BJ jumped in his seat at the sudden voice speaking close to his ear and snapped his head towards the woman standing at the bar right next to him. She was smiling at him seductively, glossy lips stretching over perfect white teeth.
“Uh.”
BJ blinked and cleared his throat as he put on a small, polite smile. The woman was beautiful, dressed in clothes that highlighted all her assets. But BJ wasn’t interested. As she leaned more into his space, her cleavage put even more on display, BJ made sure to look her straight in the eyes before he spoke.
“I have a son.”
As expected, the woman grimaced and backed off. This had become his go-to comeback whenever he was hit on. He’d started coming by himself whenever there was an interesting game and Trey was over at his grandmother’s for the night. It was always fun to spend these evenings around people that were as invested in the game as him, but he wasn’t interested in taking anyone home, though. Random hookups just weren’t his thing, so he’d come up with that line. It didn’t deter all women, but it usually did the trick.
“Pity.” She shrugged.
Nodding at her, BJ watched the woman walk away, then sighed and shook his head before he was caught by surprise by another voice.
“Always straight to the point, huh?”
This time, BJ’s attention was drawn forward, where his eyes met your amused gaze over the bar. Surprised by your sudden appearance, BJ was only able to blink a few times before he looked down with an embarrassed chuckle.
He shrugged. “Saves everyone time.”
“Mh, guess you’re right,” you hummed with a small nod of agreement. “Can I get you anything else?” You picked up his empty beer bottle and nodded towards it.
“Yeah, thanks.”
Not wanting to stare again, BJ finally looked back to the game, only to realize that the Steelers weren’t leading anymore. BJ had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed the displeased shouts and grumblings going on around him.
“There you go, handsome.”
BJ’s eyes snapped to you at your words as you placed the new beer bottle in front of him.
He was blushing. He could feel it. Although he knew that it was just a simple, friendly term and didn’t mean anything, your bright smile and wink had him stammering out his thanks. Thankfully for him, you were called to the other end of the bar, and after a few minutes he was fully in the game again, cheering and commenting on it with the other patrons, while his face was back to normal.
“So, your son into football too?” you asked during intermission as you wiped down a row of glasses a couple of feet away from him.
BJ looked away from the screen with a surprised expression. You did strike up conversations with patrons, but you usually kept them superficial, which was why your question took him aback. You were looking back at him with genuine curiosity, though.
“Yeah, kinda.” BJ couldn’t stop the fond smile at the mention of his son. “But he’s been more into boxing recently. His grandpa’s an old boxing champion, so he’s all over that.”
You looked at him with your head tilted to the side in thought.
“You’re The Kid’s son, aren't you? I can see the resemblance.”
BJ laughed, surprised by your knowledge. The Grudge Match had made some pretty big waves throughout Pittsburg, but not everyone remembered who Billy ‘The Kid’ McDonnen was. But then you did work in a sports bar.
“The boxer nose give me away?”
You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Please, it’s a great nose.”
BJ huffed a laugh and shook his head. Although he disagreed, he did feel pleased by the comment, as offhanded as it was.
This time, when a customer called for your attention, BJ felt disappointed. You’d clearly wanted to continue the conversation, and BJ would have been more than happy to keep it going. Unfortunately, the bar filled with more patrons as the game neared the end and the Steelers managed to turn the game around again, which had you and your co-workers swamped for the remainder of the evening. BJ only managed to glimpse you a few times here and there in the middle of the yellow from the Terrible Towels.
After the celebration of a winning game, BJ finally decided to call it a night around midnight. There was no point in prolonging it as you’d apparently left at some point since BJ hadn’t seen you in a little while. Heading outside, BJ blew out a soft breath of exasperation at himself. He had to ask you out next time and stop waiting for something to happen by just sitting around. You were already aware of Trey and didn’t seem bothered by BJ having a son, considering that you’d asked about him.
As he promised himself to just go for it next time, BJ suddenly heard voices getting louder as he walked down the line of cars that ran towards the back of the building.
“Ah, come on, sweetheart, come home with us.”
“Yeah, come on, let’s have some fun after that game.”
The two voices were slurring, both men clearly drunk, but the third one had BJ picking up the pace of his steps.
“As I said, I’m good, thanks.” Your voice was calm but held a hint of exasperation. “Go home, boys.”
Finally turning the corner of the bar, BJ saw you standing with your back to the wall and two large men looming over you.
“Ah, don’t be like thaaaat, come-”
“Hey, she said she’s good,” BJ sprang in, moving swiftly and pushing the man who was the closest to him away from you.
BJ grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the wall and behind him.
“The fuck do you want, huh? We were just talking,” the man BJ had pushed away grunted. He would have looked menacing if he weren’t swaying that much on his feet.
“Go home, Lance,” you threw over BJ’s shoulder with a long sigh. “Your wife’s waiting for you.”
“You heard the lady,” BJ shrugged.
“You got some nerves, man. We saw her first.” This time, it was the other man who spoke, stepping fully into BJ’s space, but BJ pushed him back forcefully.
“Ah, shit,” BJ muttered, as he saw the man’s expression shift, the push having clearly triggered him into attacking.
BJ quickly stepped to the side and avoided the punch coming his way. As the second punch came, BJ ducked this time and automatically retaliated by straightening and throwing a sharp jab into the man’s nose. Howling in pain, the man threw his hands over his nose and curled into himself.
“You motherfucker,” the second man roared, suddenly coming at BJ from behind and clocking him in the side of the face.
“Just stop it!” you yelled from somewhere to BJ’s right, while he stumbled and his temple exploded with pain.
A second later, BJ heard the sound of a spray, which was followed by a yell of agony and the smell of pepper. Blinking through the haze of pain and the white dots dancing around his vision, BJ found you standing over the second man with a mace in hand and an angry expression on your face.
“I’m gonna have your asses banned this time, you fucking morons.”
Staring at the crying men on the ground while pressing a palm to his cheekbone, BJ’s eyes finally met yours as you moved in front of him with a concerned look.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, don’t worry.”
You looked at him skeptically and pursed your lips. “Lemme see. He caught you pretty hard.” You pulled BJ’s hand down and grimaced. “That’s what I thought. You’re bleeding.”
“I’ll be fine, don-” BJ began, as you pulled a tissue out of your purse and pressed it to his cheek.
“Don’t ‘I’ll be fine’ me. Lemme take care of it, yeah? I live just down the block.”
BJ wanted to assure you again that he was okay, but your fierce look had him holding his tongue and walking in the same direction as you.
“Thanks, by the way. These two idiots had it coming.”
“No problem.” BJ looked towards you and frowned. “Not the first time this happened, huh?”
“Nope. I usually let them talk until they get bored, but I’ve maced them a couple times before and last time I warned them that I’d get them banned if it happened again… They didn’t listen.”
You said it matter-of-factly, but BJ could tell that you were seriously pissed off.
A couple of minutes later, though, you arrived at a small apartment building and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
“Go have a seat on the couch. I’ll be back in a sec.”
BJ nodded as he looked around himself. The apartment was small but looked cozy. It was an open space, with the kitchen and dining table taking up the right side, while the living room stood in the center, with the TV facing the door but the couch facing the row of large windows. To the left were the doors leading to the bedroom and bathroom, the latter being the one you had just walked through. As he walked towards the couch, BJ removed the tissue to find it bloody. It wasn’t a lot, but still more than he had expected.
“Right, I’ve got something to clean the wound and a couple butterfly bandages,” you said as you walked out of the bathroom with the items in your hands.
BJ watched you approach and sit down next to him. He could have done it himself, but something told him that you wouldn’t have accepted the option, so he stayed quiet. You methodically put some disinfectant on a piece of gauze and leaned forward to dab at BJ’s cheek. It stung faintly, but he stayed unmoving, focusing on your face and concentrated expression.
“That was a nice move you did back there,” you mumbled as you worked, briefly meeting BJ’s eyes with a smile.
BJ chuckled, only to grunt as it pulled at his cheek. “Didn’t stop me from getting punched, though.”
You shrugged with a small laugh, which had BJ’s attention going to your mouth. “At least he didn’t get your nose,” you added, as you finished placing the bandages and looked into his eyes.
BJ knew that he should say something, laugh at your comment, but his heart started beating harder when you didn’t pull away and just gazed at him. You were so close; eyes bright, smile playful. The urge to kiss you was suddenly overwhelmingly strong. Clearing his throat, BJ ultimately looked away with a tiny laugh, the delayed reaction to your words. When he heard you sighing, though, he looked up again to find you shaking your head and huffing through your nose in obvious exasperation. Before BJ could ask about what had triggered the reaction, you suddenly rose to your knees on the couch and threw one leg over his thighs to straddle him.
“What-” BJ started, but his eyes widened as you cupped his jaw and leaned in to kiss him.
Your lips were warm and soft against his, but BJ was too startled to react immediately.
“Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting to do?” you breathed, pulling away just a fraction to look into his eyes.
BJ stared at you, completely stunned. Had he really been this obvious the whole time? Probably. But he realized that he didn't care because you were here and had kissed him. Finally, he moved. His arms curled around your waist as he pulled you against him, while he tilted his head to catch your mouth for real this time. Clearly, this was the reaction you had been waiting for because BJ could feel your smile against his lips. Your arms linked behind his neck as you sank further into him, your tongue grazing his top lip. Exhaling deeply at your request for more, BJ slid his hands down to your hips while his tongue finally met yours. The kiss turned deeper as the two of you shifted around against each other, with you biting at his bottom lip or BJ chasing your tongue back into your mouth. When you pushed away for a beat, BJ blinked his eyes open to stare at you in confusion, only to find you reaching for the hem of your work t-shirt and pulling it off in one move.
“This okay?” you whispered, as you let the t-shirt fall to the ground, leaving you in just your bra and work shorts.
BJ stared at you. At your darkened eyes that still held that same brightness as always. At your kiss-swollen lips. At your heaving chest.
“Yeah,” he croaked, unable to form a longer sentence as he took in just how beautiful you were. Then he reached up, sliding one hand to the back of your neck, and pulled you back down to him. “Yeah.”
The mood shifted, with the kissing becoming more frantic. Where, at first, the kiss had been exploratory, a slow tease, with no really other goal than to enjoy the proximity, this time it had another purpose. BJ groaned at the back of his throat when your ass pressed down on to his lap. You had barely started moving, but he was already getting more than half hard from your hungry kisses and your fingers trailing into his hair or down his body. When you pulled at his Henley, your lips only briefly separated to get the piece of clothing off before you were back to kissing. BJ’s fingers reached for the clasp of your bra, which slid down your arms a moment later, leaving your chest bare for him. Without hesitating this time, BJ slid his lips away from yours and lowered his mouth to your chest. His dick jerked in his sweatpants at the loud moan you uttered when his lips sealed around a hard nipple. With one arm around your waist, BJ nipped and sucked around one breast while he used his other hand to play with the other one. It was his time to groan when your hips began rolling against his erection, which was trapped against his thigh and giving you the perfect room to rub against it.
“So good,” you breathed over his head, while your hips kept going, the work shorts that you were wearing seemingly thin enough to make it possible for you to get the stimulation you needed.
BJ could only make a sound of agreement against your skin, loving the heat of your body against his aching dick, but he wanted more, wanted to feel you. Releasing the nipple he had been giving his attention to, BJ lifted his head and pulled you down for a new kiss. Meanwhile, his hand traveled down your body and slipped past the elastic band of your shorts. Leaning back a fraction to meet your gaze, BJ stopped with his fingertips against your mound, silently asking if you were okay with continuing. You nodded urgently and leaned back in to kiss him, your hands cupping his face like earlier, while being mindful of his cheek. Actually, BJ hadn’t felt any pain since you’d started this, and as you moaned into his mouth when his fingers slipped through your wet folds and over your swollen clit, any pain wouldn’t have registered anyway. He was too focused on your pleasure, taking in even the smallest sound, feeling your body quiver on top of his as he sunk two fingers inside you. In fact, he was so focused on you that he only realized that you were pulling at his clothes to get to his erection when he felt your fingers wrap around it.
“Fuck!” he hissed fiercely, the moan that came out of your mouth as you began jerking him off having his cock pulsing out several drops of pre-come.
“You’re gonna make me ache so much with this… Can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“Shit,” he ground out at your words, his forehead briefly meeting your shoulder as he shuddered in pleasure, before he looked up again and stared into your blown out eyes. “Yeah, gonna make you feel so good around me.”
BJ brought the point home by sliding the two fingers that had been rubbing over your clit deep inside you and thrusting in and out faster than before. You cried out and threw your head back, letting go of his cock but giving BJ the gorgeous view of your trembling body and panting mouth instead.
“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered urgently, rolling your hips down onto his fingers while staring at him with burning eyes.
BJ shook his head in promise and, instead, curled his fingers just that little further to have you moaning loudly in ecstasy. His eyes were glued to your face, your eyes meeting his and not looking away as he kept you upright with a palm pressed to your lower back. A sense of satisfaction washed over him at the knowledge that he was about to make you come. And come you did, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you rocked down hard onto his hand with little gasps and moans. As the wave of pleasure lessened, you slumped forward before gripping his hair and kissing him with abandon. Meanwhile, you pulled his hand carefully out of your shorts to make more space for your own hand and wrap it around his length again. BJ grunted at the welcome contact to his dick and gripped your hips as you began jerking him off. The angle wasn’t the best in this position, and you were clearly pleasure drunk and uncoordinated, but BJ was already too far gone and groaned at each pass of your hand over the head. He came after barely a minute, his hips jerking as he shot hotly over your hand and onto his abs.
BJ let his head fall back against the couch and looked at you through heavy lids while he panted softly. Smiling at him, you climbed off his lap and let yourself fall into the spot next to him, catching your breath as well.
“Did you ever plan to ask me out?” you asked after a small moment of silence.
BJ turned his head to look at you and found you already staring at him with an amused look on your face, one eyebrow raised. He huffed a laugh through his nose and looked at the ceiling for an instant, realizing that he really hadn’t fooled anyone but himself in believing that no one knew about how he felt about you.
“Yeah,” he admitted with a rueful smile.
Pleased by the answer, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Good,” you grinned and got up. “I’m gonna hit the shower ‘cause I can smell the beer and nacho cheese people spilled on me in excitement when we won the game.”
Instead of heading to the bathroom, though, you began undressing in front of BJ. It was done in such a carefree way that it was clear that It wasn’t meant as a tease and was just you getting ready to shower. But BJ definitely didn’t complain as he watched you move. Once you were completely naked, you turned back to him and caught him staring, which you apparently had more than once before today. This time, BJ didn’t even try to hide it, though. Smirking, you leaned down towards him and placed one knee between his parted legs on the couch.
“And after the shower, you better make good on your word,” you whispered with a meaningful look at BJ's already stirring dick.
“Promise,” BJ breathed before leaning up and capturing your smiling mouth.
