Context: @creme-bruhlee and I discussed a scenario like this a few weeks ago, and I've only just managed to finish it. Basically Jan coming to the reader's rescue (kinda) after having a crush on them for a time😅
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Irritation flares up in me as I hear that same lecherous voice calling out to me from the other end of the bar, trying almost desperately to appeal to me. I don't even have to look round to know the man is leering at me from over the top of his beer, which he has graciously spilled all over the counter in his want to get me over to him. My co-worker gives me a subtle, sympathetic look, before passing me a cloth to mop up the mess.
Plastering on a false, pleasant smile, I turn and approach the greasy man trying to get my attention. As he sees this, he grins and sits forwards, a triumphant look on his face as he twists his lips into a sleazy smirk, drink held loosely in one hand, the glass now half-empty where it had been totally full just five minutes before.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Had a little accident." He points at the mess in front of him, head cocked to the side suggestively, "Mind helping me out?"
Barely able to contain the sigh of disgust that threatens to leave me, I feel my eyes flick briefly over to the leather-clad man a few chairs down, almost as if seeking refuge with the gruff biker I've come to know as Jan. Chestnut hair falls into a pale face, expression apparently showing no interest, though I can see piercing blue-grey eyes watching the interaction. The gaze sends a shiver down my spine, having grown accustomed to - and admittedly attached to - the feeling of being under his externally indifferent scrutiny. Once more, he's nursing a beer, smoke curling around him from a cigarette held between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, looking for all the world like a jaded lover, left to mourn the loss of an unfaithful ex. Unfortunately, it looks like I'll get no help from him.
"Of course, sir. If you wouldn't mind just sitting back a little, I'll be able to just clean that up." I say sweetly, holding the cloth up for the greasy man with the spillage to see.
"Aw, I'm sure you can go around me." He smirks, leaning back just a fraction.
In my head, I make a comment I would probably regret making in person, annoyed by him yet unwilling to show it. Deciding just to get the job done, I bend over the counter and start to clean up, wiping up the puddle of beer he's managed to leave, doing my best not to present my cleavage to him too much in my current state.
I stiffen as I feel his hand suddenly brush against my arm, fingers ghosting over my bare skin. Uneasy, I pull back, only for him to grip my wrist and keep me from going anywhere.
"Aw, don't be like that. Let me enjoy myself." He gives me a vile look, "I can make it worth both our while."
Disgusted, I go to pull away.
"I'm going to have to ask you to let me go, sir." I tell him firmly, frowning at him as he smirks teasingly at me.
"Come on, I know you want to." He rubs his thumb into my skin, only to stop when I pull back very suddenly.
"No, and if you keep going I'll have to ask you to leave." I wrench my arm away from him, angry.
Laughing cruelly, the man leans forwards and grabs hold of my forearm again, yanking me into the bar. Before I can stop him, he's lifted a hand to take my chin in his hand, pulling me down to his level. Disgusted, I try to move away again, eyes widening a fraction as his fingers only dig in, smirk now malicious more than anything else. He goes to speak, his rank breath washing over my face as he leans in, only to be interrupted by a sudden jerk backwards. Looking up, I feel surprise fill me as I see Jan standing behind the man, expression silently furious, his hand retracting from where it was holding the man's collar.
"Did you not hear them the first time, asshole? Leave them alone." He says sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The guy looks at Jan disdainfully, sneering at him.
"And what are you gonna do, sunshine? Leave us alone."
Jan rolls his eyes, his hand returning to the man's shirt again, which he takes forcefully in hand. With no further words, he yanks down on the fabric, pulling the lech with it, causing the man to fall from stool and onto his ass. Instantly, the guy cries out in anger, scrambling to his feet and rounding on Jan with a glare.
"What the fuck do you want, you little shit?" He snarls, spit flying from his lips as he gets even more flushed, looking up as Jan as he stands over him.
"I want you to leave them alone. Like they've asked you to." The biker responds coldly, evening his stance almost instinctively, ready for the inevitable fight that's brewing. I watch with bated breath, knowing I should stop this before I get fired but aware that I will greatly struggle to do so. That, and the guy deserves what Jan looks like he'll deal out to him.
The man spits on the floor beside him.
"Fuck off, asshole." He retorts, the alcohol in his system very clearly clouding his judgment now.
Very clumsily, he lunges towards Jan, fists flying haphazardly at him. A crowd has gathered by now, watching as the biker easily side-steps him, moving fluidly. In a flash, he has the drunkard by the ear, dragging him roughly towards the door. Wide-eyed and shocked (very much impressed by his strength, too) I hasten around the bar and follow the crowd as they surge after the two, watching in awe as Jan throws the man to the pavement outside, sending him sprawling. Moving across from him, the biker turns a disgusted look on the drunk and watches him as he lurches to his feet.
"Asshole! That fucking hurt!" The man screeches, rubbing at his red ear.
"It was supposed to." Jan rolls his eyes, easily dodging yet another haywire punch.
This time, however, he steps in and lands his own punch on the man, hitting him hard in the chest. A pained grunt escapes the man, buckling over under the intense pain of the blow, only to furiously attack again, met swiftly with yet another punch, this one to the chin. Jan shakes off his fists as he watches the drunkard dab at his bloody lip, his breathing only very minutely heavier.
Almost roaring in anger now, the drunkard runs at Jan, swinging wildly, being met with yet more punches before he suddenly pulls a knife, the blade flashing in the cool night air. Jan doesn't quite see it before a line appears in the fabric of his shirt, crimson appearing beneath the tear, his eyes darkening with irritation. Adjusting his stance, he moves on the drunkard, ducking past the knife with ease. In the blink of an eye, he has the man pinned to the floor, having quickly debilitated him with a sharp blow to the chin, followed by a kick to the back of the leg, kneeling on his back with the arms pulled painfully at right angles.
"Don't fucking come back, you dirty pig. If I see you again, I'll make sure you end up with more than a few bruises." Jan leans down, voice raised in fury now, "Do I make myself clear?!"
Surprised by the sudden change in volume, I watch as the biker stands from the prone body, spitting on him in revulsion. He puts a hand to his abdomen, looking at the blood that comes away on his hand. Around me, the crowd murmurs in awe, watching as he adjusts himself, trying not to wince at the pain. Rushing forward, I give him a worried look.
"Are you alright? Come inside, let me help you…" I don't let him argue, ushering him past people gathered and into the bar, going straight to the staff toilet.
Quickly, I go to grab the first aid kit we have under the counter in case of problems like this, returning to him and locking the door behind me as I go in, suddenly aware of the tight quarters. Jan stands almost awkwardly, watching me carefully as I urge him to sit on the toilet seat. I just myself with the kit, until I realise exactly where his wound is.
"Could you...could you take your shirt off for me, please?" I murmur, gesturing to his injury.
"You don't have to do this, (Y/n). I can patch myself up if you leave the kit here." Jan tells me, voice somewhat roughened now. A shiver goes down my spine at the sound of my name on his tongue, but I try to ignore it, shaking my head to encourage him.
"No, no, you got hurt because of me, this is the least I can do to thank you…" I tell him, glad when he sighs and starts to pull his coat off. Instantly, my eyes find his arms, widening at the sight of his defined muscles beneath pale skin, each flex making me wish I could see the rest of him even as he reaches up to pull his shirt off. My breath hitches at the sight, transfixed by the pallid, toned chest before me, mostly hairless, marked here and there by moles, his body made up almost entirely of angles softened only by his slight love of beer.
I have to gather myself again, looking over at the scarlet stain fast growing on his lower stomach, just past the top of his V-line. Biting my lip, I kneel between his legs, starting to gently work on the cut. He hisses with each touch, his hands resting on his thighs either side of me, fists clenching every now and then as I clean away the blood, his steely eyes fixed on me. In this position, I can feel myself getting hot, blushing under his intense gaze as I finally finish up, unable to stop myself from reverently running my fingers over the muscles of his stomach. Under my fingers, I can feel him suck in a breath.
"Now your knuckles…" I say finally, voice shaky as I take one large hand in mine, marveling at how long and slender his fingers are.
Before I can do anything, however, Jan removes himself from my grip, gently sliding his palm against my cheek instead, cupping my face. Tipping me up to look at him, he runs his thumb over my cheekbone, eyes watching me closely.
"Thank you for defending me, Jan." I manage to say after a long moment when he continues to look at me, a conflicted look on his face.
"You don't have to thank me." Is all he says before he's leaned down and fastened his lips on mine.
Gasping in pleasant surprise, I melt into his soft touch as he kisses me, lips gently coaxing me out of my shell, the hand on my cheek pulling me up against him, the other coming to rest on my hip as he pulls me against him. Groaning into me, Jan wraps his arm around me, standing and pushing me back against the door behind me, the hand on my cheek moving to find the surface before my head hits it, pressing his body into me as flush as he can. Happily, I moan into him and lift my hands to his hair, pulling him closer, parting my lips as his tongue teases them, allowing him to slip inside and lick at the parts he can reach. His smell is strong in my nose, a heady mix of smoke, beer and motor oil, somewhat concealed by a good cologne, the softness of his hair against my fingers addicting as I run them through it. His facial hair rubs deliciously against my face, making me wonder what it would feel like against more sensitive skin.
Eventually, he pulls away, still cupping the back of my head with one large hand, the other keeping me pinned against him. His blue-grey eyes bore into me, lips parted as he catches his breath. Softly, he rests his forehead against mine, smiling hesitantly.
"My god, I've wanted that so long. I don't suppose you'd want to do it again?" He mumbles, laughing as I let out a breathless laugh of my own.
"Of course I would!" I reply, pulling him back into a passionate kiss.
