The black leather vest fit like a glove over his pale defined torso. The deep V cut tapered down to his navel, showing off all the ridges and slabs of muscle that rested under the stretch of clean skin. The patrons of the bar loved this vest, it gave them just enough of a peek to satisfy their wonderings while still leaving just enough cover to make them ponder about the rest. The tips were always better when he wore it.
"How you doin', Johnny?" He looked up with ice blue, black eyeliner eyes and sees his ex, Aiden, smiling at him in that old tempting way. Their love life was always rough, neither wanted to be submissive. They were both meant to be dominant. Looking back on it though, it was some of the best sex he ever had, when they could stop throwing fists at each other. Aiden's black eyes sparkled in the dim red light, demon-like. With dark chocolate skin and heavy, long dreads, he did in fact look other- worldly in this seedy bar.
"Always on my feet," Johnny replied dryly, moving to the top shelf of the bar, grabbing the bottle of spiced rum to mix the drink that was just ordered. From behind he could hear Aiden's breath hitch as he watched the muscles in Johnny's back as he stretched up. He was always on his feet; at least that's what Aiden told him when they would finally wrestle down to a coitus. He was strong, more than he looked. He kept moving, not wanting to look Aiden in the eye. He had missed him, and thought if he paused for just a moment, he might show that he was aching to be in his arms again.
Aiden watched coolly, taking in every movement of Johnny. Every move he made was precise, needed. It seemed as if he never made a move that wasn't flowing into another one. It's what he loved about him- missed about him. He ran his hand down the front of his fishnet T-shirt and cleared his throat. It was time to talk to him. "Johnny, can you take a break? There's something I need to talk to you about."
Johnny felt everything inside him freeze. His back still to Aiden, he asked, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I just really need to speak with you...please, Boo."
His pet name was the last thing Johnny ever expected to hear out of Aiden's lips again. It caught him off guard and he turned around. "Kale, I'm taking my break," He shouted to his manager who was working the other side of the bar as he threw the towel off of his shoulder and started to walk around the bar.
Once in the alley, Aiden reached for Johnny's waist and pushed him against the brick wall of the bar. He stared heatedly into his ex-lover's eyes before he moved in forcefully, procuring a kiss that he had been wanting since the day Johnny left. Reach for me, kiss me back, he pleaded silently, and when he felt Johnny's arms wrap around him he moaned in gratitude. Moments later, he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against him. "I miss you. I want to be with you, please, tell me how we can make this work." For minutes Johnny said nothing, his face a mask of apathy, and Aiden worried, almost panicked. Finally he spoke.
"I need control," Johnny stated, his hands moving down to Aiden's belt, moving the black leather out of the loop and unbuckled it. "I need to know that you understand that I am in need of having control of my body, and that I love having control of yours." His hand reached into the dark jeans and felt Aiden's heavy erection; started stroking gently. "Can you give this to me?"
Aiden moaned as Johnny's hand worked the shaft of his cock, and he bit his lower lip, trying to focus. "Yes," his answer came out strangled, making Johnny smile. Still stroking Aiden's cock, he put his other hand on Aiden's shoulder and moved him so his back was to wall.
"Good," Johnny growled before dropping to his knees. He slid Aiden's cock into his wanting mouth, hungry for the taste of him again. Aiden bit back the low moan that was fighting to break free from his chest and closed his eyes to the sensation of his lover sucking his cock in a fairly public place. He delved his hands into Johnny's dark, shaggy hair and couldn't help the jerk of his own hips as he moved in and out of his boyfriend's mouth. His tongue was warm and wet, flicking across the head of his cock while his hand stroked the base. Teeth dragged teasingly down his shaft and within minutes he was cumming into Johnny's waiting mouth.
When he rose to his knees, Johnny took hold of Aiden's chin and kissed him forcefully. "That's a good boy," he whispered into his mouth.
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