“No. As your brother for the past ten years, I’ve learned your buttons and I wanted to push one. We’re getting too fucking kumbaya right now, Amos.”
“Because I wanted to take a breather and have a seat with you?” I ask him in disbelief.
Xavier rolls his eyes. “Finger off the button. Relax, little brother.”
“You know what? Forget it,” I say as I get to my feet, “clearly trying to take a breather before diving back into frozen slabs of meat and shit was a bad idea.”
Before I have a chance to actually move out from behind the table, Xavier shoots a hand out and hooks a finger around one of the belt loops on my jeans, and gives me a tug backward.
I slap his hand away, giving him an agitated look, when I see it.
The same goddamn look in his eyes he had outside and I hesitate. What I do next is what really gets to me, though.
Against my better judgment, I sit back down.
Raking a hand back through my hair, I drop an elbow onto the table again, and look at Xavier.
“Insatiable much?” I ask with a nervous chuckle.
A grin, slow and seductive, starts to slip across his lips and I feel my cheeks becoming red.
There’s absolutely no way I’m going to blame him in a place where patrons can see it. I need this damn job to be able to get by.
Not that he would understand that.
Clearing my throat, I cast a glance around the tables next to us before I snake a hand under the table and rest it against his thigh.
And to my surprise, Xavier is already hard.
I can feel it pressing desperately against his jeans, dying to be let out and devoured again.
I drop my chin into the palm of my other hand as I lock eyes with him. I have to fight the grin from taking over my face when I see just how hazy his eyes have gotten.
“So, did the band play your favorite songs?” I ask, as my hand snakes its way from his thigh up to the fly of his jeans. I grip the slider of the zipper between two fingers and tug at it until it gives way and starts to open. The sound of the chain as the teeth run down it sounds like a sonic boom, even though I know that no one else will be able to hear it besides me and him.
“Yeah,” he breathes as I begin to slowly rub his bulge with my knuckles. He lets out a low hissing sound before he inhales sharply and slides down a little in his spot next to me. “Almost all of them.”
I nod. “That’s cool.”
I feel his dick pulse quickly as I switch from my knuckles to my hand, slip it into the fly of his briefs, and begin to gently caress his sweaty skin.
The light teasing from the tips of my fingers must be starting to get to him, because I hear a whimper escape him as he slides a little further down into his seat.
“How long did they play?” I inquire as I pull his cock free and use my thumb to swipe away a drop of precum pooling at the head of his dick.
“About …” he takes a shaking breath, “about an hour and a half.”
“I bet it was a lot of fun,” I continue as I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin to stroke him gently.
He groans in response and I smile.
“I’ve never known you to be at a loss for words. This is kind of weird,” I remark with a chuckle.
Xavier reaches under the table, wrapping his hand around mine, and forces me to stroke him faster.
There’s Mr. Control, I think with amusement.
“Were the opening bands good?” I press as I tighten my grip around his cock. The faster he forces me to jerk his dick, the more labored his breathing becomes