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At the precocious age of 23, Jayce Talis had experienced rare tastes of power that left him wanting more. Obtaining an academic sponsorship from the Kirammans felt akin to power at first, before he realized how boxed in he was by the specific fields of research they were willing to approve. Signing the contract for his very first apartment gave Jayce a sense of power. He no longer had to be mindful of his mother’s concerned gaze when tumbling in drunk after a celebratory night out, no longer had to make his bed every morning.
The power he wielded bringing the infamous Hound of the Underground to a whimpering mess with nothing more than his hot mouth was unrivaled.
That was the reason he insisted The Last Drop be a destination in the bar crawl he and the guys from the Academy embarked on tonight. He wasn’t necessarily close with Lucas or Braxton, his current drinking buddies. Frankly, Jayce found both young men to be rather uninspired in their studies and ingenuine as friends. They did share the zest for unwinding after a long week with beer and spirits. As a lonely student, that worked well enough for Jayce.
Jayce didn't know what time it was. He was aware that Lucas and Braxton had begun slurring and becoming less coordinated and that The Last Drop was the fourth bar they had stepped into tonight. Jayce’s magnetic presence drew the careful eye contact of his favorite barkeep from the moment the group arrived.
Vander's calloused fingers gripped tightly at the stein he held and filled from the tap, his pale blue eyes studying Jayce. He sat in a booth with two other young men who were effectively invisible, immediately outshone. The trio were halfway through their first round of drinks. Jayce’s dark hair looked slightly mussed, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and eyes lidded. His toned, tan chest barely peaked from a modest dark blue button-up, sleeves messily rolled up his forearms. A nervous foot tapped absently under the table.
A curse escaped Vander's pursed lips as cold beer drenched his fingers and he quickly pulled the glass away from the tap. When he looked up, his eyes locked with Jayce’s hazel ones across the room. A soft smile pulled at his pink lips, one eyebrow raised. Vander cleared his throat and served the beer to the awaiting patron perched on the bar stool just before him.
Jayce’s eyes lingered on Vander, suddenly clumsy under his gaze. He drank in the sight of Vander’s enormous frame, broad and muscled shoulders and arms, greying hair and beard, soft middle. He was the tallest person in the room. Excitement grew in Jayce's chest and between his legs. He chewed his lip and considered how he would go about getting what he wanted tonight.
The remaining sip of the undercity brew burned on the way down. The other guys’ glasses were empty as well.
“Why don’t you go get us the next round on the house? Looks like you’re friends with the bartender, “ Braxton snickered. Jayce’s chest swelled at the notion that Vander’s attraction was so obvious, even his buddies noticed.
A handful of silver coins hit the table as Jayce stood. “Yeah, right,” he huffed a fake laugh and gestured toward the bar. “Go order more. I’ll be back.” He headed for the jukebox and plunked in a single coin. Jayce flipped through disks, sure of the steel blue eyes burning into him, and took his time choosing a song.
Jayce turned around, locking eyes with Vander as he slid three sloshing glasses of beer to Braxton across the counter. His plush lower lip caught between his teeth as he flashed a mischievous smirk in Vander’s direction. Jayce slid into the booth as Braxton approached with their next round balancing carefully in his hands.
Coming back for you
Coming back to fuck you right, keep you coming every night
The lyrics of the song Jayce picked danced through the bar like a thinly veiled secret. He thought of Vander as he closed his lips around the rim of the beer glass and took a small sip. It was getting late. They had left the previous bar because the last call had begun. Jayce knew there was around an hour until this place closed too. By the time Jayce left the booth and took a seat at the bar, Vander appeared before him almost immediately with a glass half-full of amber-colored liquid.
“What brings you to the Lanes tonight, young man?” his low voice rumbled.
The corners of Jayce’s lips tugged upward. He moved closer and Vander leaned forward on his elbows against the bar top. “I missed you,” Jayce said lowly. He picked up the glass and eyed the liquor, obviously a top shelf pick compared to the moonshine this place mostly shilled.
A dusting of pink colored Vander's cheeks and he smiled sheepishly. "Was starting to wonder if I'd ever seen you again." Jayce smiled sweetly and took another sip of the drink. Vander ran a shaky hand through his hair and cleared his throat. "You, uh.. have time to stick around and hang out after closing?"
Jayce bit back a mischievous smile, which didn't hide the sparkle in his hazel eyes. "Dunno if I can stay that long, I have to be up early. Can you hangout now?"
The Adam's apple bobbed in the thick column of Vander’s throat with a heavy swallow. He tapped the counter as he gave a quick glance around the room. Jayce smirked. His eyes darted from Vander’s face down his body, settling on the space between his hips. A harsh curse could be heard under Vander’s breath. He rapped his knuckles on the counter a few more times and said, “Gimme five minutes, sweetheart.”
Jayce hummed his approval and waited by the bar. The remainder of the shot of liquor went down velvety smooth. A quick glance at the booth he’d abandoned revealed smirks and jeers from Lucas and Braxton. Jayce shook his head and chuckled under his breath, giving a quick middle finger to the guys. He jumped, startled, as a large hand grazed his shoulder. His vision swam slightly and he caught his balance, head on a swivel back to face the bar. Vander stood before him once again, wearing a self-conscious smile. "Got it covered," he said, jerking his head in the direction of a fat older man who had taken his place behind the bar. “Come on, then.”
Jayce’s spaghetti noodle legs managed to carry him along just fine to follow where he was being led in the hallway behind the bar. Jayce clumsily reached out for Vander's hand, stopping him in his tracks. Vander drew in a sharp, shaky breath as Jayce shoved at him, pinning him to the wall. His broad chest rose and fell as he allowed Jayce's hands to roam his body.
“Hi.” Jayce pulled Vander into a rough kiss, tasking dizzying warmth and smoke. He felt large hands snake around Jayce to grab handfuls of his ass. A firm press of their bodies revealed Vander's excitement and Jayce whispered, “You’re so hard already. Take me to bed, please?"
Vander moaned and mumbled against Jayce's lips, "You sure?"
After an enthusiastic nod, Jayce jumped at the feeling of being lifted under his legs and his upper body thrown over an impossibly broad, strong shoulder. The evening's alcohol sloshed around in Jayce's head and stomach from the dizzying feeling of moving through corridors of the back of the building, half upside-down.
And holy shit, were they going up a staircase now? The room spun until they were both still once again and then Jayce landed on the soft surface of a bed and bounced slightly from the impact. The light flicked on and Jayce’s eyes were slits as he adjusted to the glow of the bedside lamp.
Those grey-blue eyes cautiously took in the sight of Jayce, sprawled out on his back on the bed in one of the upstairs apartments of The Drop. His eyes were glassy, mouth shiny with slick, a lazy smile tugging at his full lips. The navy blue button-up he wore was wrinkled and darkened with sweat and his muscled legs were spread lewdly, black jeans tight to his form.
Vander took a few slow steps toward Jayce. He appeared to reach forward, then stop himself. He chewed his bottom lip. “Christ, look at you.”
“F-Fuck’s sake,” Jayce's eyes darted over Vander's face. “Get over here.”
Vander breathed a shaky laugh and after a few more moments of hesitation, sat on the very edge of the bed, one knee bouncing. Jayce scooched to the edge of the bed until he slumped off messily, scrambling to his knees and finding his position sitting on his ass with legs bent in front of him. Vander sat stiffly, brows knitted together and panting heavily.
“Nervous?” Jayce whispered.
“Just excited,” Vander huffed. He palmed his erection straining his pants as he leaned back slightly to get comfortable.
Jayce’s hazel eyes watched the motion. His long lashes batted as he blinked. “Mm. How’s that feel?” he asked quietly, still kneeling, not close enough to touch just yet.
Vander groaned low in his throat as he rubbed at the clothed length again. “It.. relieves the pressure a bit. But fuck, I want you.” He didn’t reach out. Instead, he continued to watch Jayce and wait for his next order.
“I wanna see more,” Jayce whined. “Take it out. Let me see your cock, Vander.”
A pathetic whimper escaped Vander’s lips as he made quick movements to undo his intricate belt then unfasten his pants. Jayce watched carefully with a smirk at the eagerness. He slowly began rubbing the bulge in his jeans as Vander's thick cock came into view. Vander whined as he pulled and stroked his erection while being observed by Jayce. “Just like that, big guy,” Jayce moaned. His hips stuttered into the contact of his sweaty palm. Loving the praise, Vander pulled his balls free from the confines of his pants. He was met with another moan from Jayce at the sight of his junk in all its glory.
Jayce scooted closer and swatted Vander's hand out of the way, replacing it with his own.
“Please suck it,” Vander begged. He dragged his palm over his face as the air hit the precum glistening his tip, sending a shiver up his spine.
“Of course I will.” Jayce gripped the base, gentle but firm, and his eyes sparkled with wonder as he stared. “It’s so perfect.” His eyes met Vander’s. “So handsome.”
Vander groaned and his hips jerked upward automatically. “Yeah?”
Wide hazel eyes gawked at the large, thick erection and he nodded slowly. “Biggest I’ve ever seen. It’s so thick, too.”
Jayce leaned forward and scrunched up his little nose before nuzzling at Vander's thick cock affectionately. He placed delicate kisses to the head and the shaft and worked his way down to Vander's heavy balls, already pulled snug against his body. Jayce placed a soft, slow lick to the delicate skin there and an obscene whine escaped Vander's lips.
“Your balls are sexy as hell. Bet you’ve got a big load for me, huh?”
“Anything for you, Jayce.”
Their eyes locked as Jayce lowered his wet mouth to suck on the tip. Jayce lapped up the salty precum greedily. “Tastes so good.”
Vander growled. “Oh god, fuck, please.”
Jayce smirked and then put his mouth to work, this time sucking down half of the throbbing length and bobbing his head.
“That's it. Just like that.' Vander's chest rose and fell with labored breathing and Jayce pulled his mouth off entirely to smile sweetly, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to Vander's cock.
“Tastes so good,” Jayce slurred, smiling up at Vander with rosy cheeks. “I love sucking you off.” His breath ghosted sinfully over the delicate wet skin.
Vander's whole body shook, his hips stuttered. "God, baby..."
A slow kitten lick to the underside. “Is this good for you?”
Vander whined. “‘Course it is.”
Jayce let the length disappear down his throat before pulling off again. “What do you want?”
“Wanna fuck, please, sweetheart.” Vander's fingers shook as he gripped the fabric, his knuckles turning white.
Jayce's eyes were saucers. He spoke softly. “You’ll make me feel good? Won’t cum til after I do?”
“Agh, christ,” Vander growled. “I won't. I wanna make you cum, princess. Wanna make you scream.”
Jayce nodded and slowly released his grip on Vander's erection. He rose to his feet nimbly and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest. Vander's lidded eyes fluttered as he stroked his cock to the sight.
“I love seeing you touch yourself for me,” Jayce moaned, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. Vander let out a choked sigh and dragged his calloused thumb over the head as he stroked.
“You make it so hard not to,” he said, panting heavily. “Pretty, tight body like that.”
Jayce smirked as he unbuckled his belt and pants and let them slide from his waist, stumbling a bit as he stepped out of them. Vander instinctively reached out to steady Jayce, hands on his waist now instead of his weeping cock. Jayce giggled and gripped Vander's broad shoulders to get his balance. His cheeks were rosy from his excitement and the alcohol he'd had earlier.
Finally, Jayce pulled off his boxer briefs slowly to reveal his hot, hard cock and moved to lay on his back on Vander's bed. Vander gawked at Jayce, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed as he desperately rubbed his dick.
“Get me ready for it,” Jayce whined. He gripped his balls and gave a light tug, sighed at the sensation. “Want you to fill me up.”
Vander crawled toward Jayce and growled as he manhandled the boy, flipped him over, and hoisted his hips upward. He reverently slid his thumb across the delicate skin of Jayce's hole and sighed. "God, you have a nice ass." A harsh slap to the smooth ass cheek cut through the quiet room. “Pretty little thing.” Vander leaned down low and licked a slow line over Jayce's hole.
“Ahhh-” Jayce gasped, face half smushed against the pillow. “Your mouth is so good.”
“You taste like fucking candy,” Vander groaned in response. He pulled back slightly to bite Jayce's ass cheek before he resumed slow, sensuous licks to Jayce's hole. "So sweet for me, baby."
“You're such a good eater, I could come from this.” Jayce writhed and gripped handfuls of the blanket. His hips stuttered against the bed for desperate friction against his cock.
“Oh god,” Vander groaned. “Fuck. You want to? I'll keep going.”
“Hmph. No, want your cock inside- ahh ” Jayce gave a breathy laugh that devolved into a moan as Vander resumed several more devilish licks to Jayce's flesh before roughly flipping his body over so he was sprawled on his back.
Jayce stared up at Vander with stars in his eyes, watching his broad chest heave with heavy breaths, “What?” Jayce asked sheepishly. Soft giggles and shivers slipped past Jayce's lips as Vander's thick fingers raked down his body.
“Can't believe I get to have you like this” Vander replied. He stared for a few more seconds until, pulled from the haze, he clumsily reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the drawer. He slathered a thick layer of it over his cock and a glance at Jayce revealed the breathtaking sight of him rubbing his own too. Jayce's cheeks were flushed red and his chest rose and fell with shallow panting.
Vander crawled toward Jayce and hiked up his legs, kneeling between them and positioning his cock tip at Jayce's still wet hole. They locked eyes. Jayce nodded his approval, eyes dark. Vander's hips stuttered forward and his cock was slowly enveloped in tight, velvet heat. He howled at the sensation and caged Jayce between his trembling arms. “ You're so tight,” he sobbed. "You're squeezing the fuck out of me."
Jayce continued panting and gasping as he adjusted to the stretch and ran soothing fingers over the muscles around him.
“It's huge,” Jayce mewled.
Vander whimpered into Jayce's shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yes, I feel so full. Can you move? Please?”
Vander's legs shook. He nodded and slowly drew his hips back to fuck into Jayce's tight hole again. “Beautiful, so pretty, you take me so well, baby,” he groaned.
Jayce's cock bobbed against his belly. He snaked a hand between their bodies to rub at it, relieve some of the pressure. Encouragement spilled from his lips. He desperately wanted Vander to keep up the pace. “That's it. Feels so good. Oh, fuck, like that- so big- such good pipe-”
Vander's pace quickened, relentless as he heard the dirty slew of praise, wanting to earn more.
“That's good, sweetheart? Is it what you need?”
“Yes, daddy...” Jayce moaned, fingernails scraping Vander's back. Vander growled, pounded into Jayce's hole with ferocity, whimpering at that word choice.
Jayce's eyes rolled back, the consistent dull pressure on his prostate turning his thoughts to mush. “Don't you dare stop,” He begged. His fingernails desperately gripped onto Vander's shoulders. Vander was panting, huffing and puffing above Jayce, desperately trying to keep up the pace and stave off his climax. He pressed their foreheads together, steel blue eyes trained on Jayce's pretty face to watch for his reactions. His hands roamed over Jayce's tight body, pointer finger and thumb playing with a nipple and eliciting a sharp whine in return. Vander picked his pace, his panting growing pathetic and whiny.
“Oh my god, that's gonna make me cum,” Jayce sobbed. Vander gasped and continued his assault. Sweat glistened over his flexing muscles. “Keep doing that, I’m gonna- ahh-”
“Fuck, princess,” Vander whimpered. His hips stuttered and spasmed before he stopped moving and his fat cock spurted hot liquid deep inside of Jayce.
Jayce squirmed, humping against Vander's abdomen a few times before throwing his head back in a high-pitched moan as a huge spurt of cum shot from his tip. He continued humping aimlessly, drawing out the remainder of his orgasm as Vander remained painfully still with a bruising grip on Jayce's ass.
The Jayce's breathy laugh pulled Vander from his gaze and he grabbed Jayce’s chin, pushing their foreheads together. “What're you laughing for?”
“I don't have to be up early,” Jayce murmured against Vander’s lips.
He smirked. “Brat. Why'd you lie?"
“Cuz I knew you'd cave.”
Vander nuzzled Jayce’s neck. “You sayin’ I’m soft?”
“For me, yeah. I always get what I want.”