Authors: Carol Lynne
“If you’d like, I could teach you some of the basics like budgeting and how to balance a cheque book?”
Moby nodded and stood to lean over the table. He kissed his mom’s cheek and smiled. “I think you can master anything you put your mind to.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
Chapter Three
Moby felt a hand on his ass and glanced down at Lorenzo. The touch became a painful squeeze. “You do a whole lot of groping and very little tipping.”
“What’re you saying? I
gotta
pay to play?” Lorenzo asked.
“Something
like
that.” Moby set down the pitcher of beer and a frosted glass. He gestured towards the bar. “One word and Sean would toss you out on your ass.”
“Only if you say something to him,” Lorenzo said.
“You’re right. So do yourself a favour and take your hand off my ass.” Moby waited until Lorenzo released his hold. “Thank you. Flag me down if you need a refill.” He carried his empty tray back to the bar to pick up another order.
“Problem?”
Sean asked, setting a gin and tonic on the tray along with two beers.
Moby leaned against the bar and shook his head. “Nothing I can’t deal with.”
Sean mimicked Moby’s position and stared into his eyes. “You shouldn’t have to deal with harassment. You’re a damn good waiter.”
“And you’re too damn sexy for your own good,” Moby said, winking. He hadn’t been able to get Sean out of his head and it was becoming a real problem at work. Moby decided to ask the question that had plagued him since the night he took care of Sean. “Would you really go out with me if I didn’t work here?”
Sean’s eyes narrowed. “
Why’re
you asking?
You planning
to quit?”
Moby moved closer, standing on his tip toes. With his mouth an inch from Sean’s, he smiled. “Are you worth it?”
Sean’s nostrils flared. “You’d better believe it.”
Moby closed the distance and let his lips brush Sean’s. He pulled away and shook his head. “Too bad I’m not worth breaking the O’Brien code for.” He picked up the tray of drinks and walked away from the bar. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he felt Sean’s gaze follow him through the crowd. Hopefully it would give his boss something to think about. If Moby had to suffer his attraction, so should Sean.
* * * *
“Kitchen’s shut down,” Jay told Sean.
Sean nodded. His run-in with Moby earlier in the evening continued to plague him. “Have a good night.”
“You know,” Jay began, leaning his back against the bar to face Sean, “Moby asked me if
Erico
was hiring.”
Sean’s jaw clenched. “What’d you tell him?”
“I lied and told him no.”
“Why’d you do that?” Sean questioned. If Moby went to work for
Erico
, Sean would be all over him in a heartbeat.
“Because he belongs here and we both know it.” Jay looked up at Sean in a pleading manner. “He’s not Ryan.”
Sean’s gaze drifted across the bar to Moby. The gorgeous man was laughing with a table of stragglers. “What do you expect me to do, take him to my bed for a couple of weeks until he gets bored and moves on? Do you think it’d be easy for me to watch him suck up to every man who walks through that door after that?” Sean shook his head. “I’m not made that way.”
Jay walked back towards the kitchen and motioned for Sean to follow him. With a resigned sigh, Sean did just that. “What?” he asked as soon as they were alone.
“You’re judging Moby unfairly.”
“Really?
Have you not seen the way he behaves? He lets those guys paw all over him. And for what, a couple extra bucks?”
Jay pulled the ponytail holder from his hair and shook his head. “That’s all he knows. He was kicked out of his house at eighteen. As far as he’s concerned, the only thing he has going for him are his looks. His life in Vegas, making big money by stripping, has only proved what he’s felt about himself all along.” Jay put his hand over his heart. “No one’s ever shown him he’s worth more than the size of his cock.”
While Sean let that sink in, Jay shrugged into his coat. “I’m
outta
here. I’m going home to my own ex-playboy. Who, by the way, has morphed into an incredibly loving and devoted
partner.
”
“Can I take off?” Kitty asked, coming into the kitchen.
“Sure,” Sean answered, his thoughts still a million miles away. It wasn’t until Kitty left that he realised he was alone with Moby.
He ran his fingers through the unruly curls on his head and pushed through the swinging door to the bar. Moby was bussing the last table. The rest of the room had already been prepared, complete with chairs upside down on the tables. Jay had been right. Moby was a hell of an employee. Did he dare risk breaking the O’Brien rules that had been drilled into him since he was a child?
Sean filled the bar sink with hot, soapy water. He continued to watch Moby as he washed the few remaining glasses.
“Here’s a few more,” Moby said, bringing a tray of dishes to the bar.
“Thanks.” Sean took the dishes. “You can go on home. I’ll finish up in here.”
Moby shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen. He was back a moment later with a broom. “I’ve had a good night. I don’t mind staying to finish.”
Sean shoved his hand inside a glass with more force than necessary. “Shit!” he yelled when the glass broke and dug painfully into his hand. Lifting his hand out of the dishwater, Sean reached for a towel.
Moby got to it first. “What happened?” he asked, wrapping the towel around Sean’s injured hand.
“Glass broke,” Sean explained. “That’s okay. I got it.” He tried to pull his hand away, but Moby held on.
“Just hang on a damn minute,” Moby admonished, lifting the corner of the towel to look at the cut. “You should probably have it checked.”
Despite the stinging cut, Moby’s touch concerned Sean more than his injured hand. “I’ve got bandages in the first aid kit by the time clock.”
Moby’s lips thinned into a tight line. “Put pressure right here,” he instructed.
“I know how the hell to get the bleeding stopped,” Sean snapped. It was the second time in as many weeks that Moby had shown real concern for Sean’s welfare. Sean applied pressure to his hand as Moby went in search of the bandages. His dick was so hard he was surprised he had enough blood left in his hand to even bleed.
The door swung open and Moby set the white metal kit on the bar. “Maybe we should go into the bathroom,” Sean suggested.
“Makes sense.”
Moby picked up the box and headed towards the men’s restroom.
It wasn’t until he rounded the end of the bar that Sean realised his desire for Moby would be exposed. “Maybe it would be better to do it here. After all, there’s probably less germs.”
Moby stopped and turned around. “Make up your mind.”
Sean slid behind the bar once more. “Here. Here’s good.”
Moby rejoined Sean and let the bloody water out of the sink.
“Careful, there are still pieces of glass in there,” Sean warned.
Moby grinned. “Worried about me?” He picked the large pieces of glass from the sink and tossed them into a nearby trashcan. “We need to run water over the wound before we bandage it.”
“I know. I’m not stupid,” Sean growled. Sure he was being a dick, but Moby’s tenderness threatened every ounce of his control. How much longer could he fight his attraction?
Sean pulled off the towel and stuck his hand under the running water. It was easy to see he’d been right about the cut. Stitches weren’t needed but it would be sore for a week or so. He pulled his hand out of the water. “Dry it off. Wrap it up. It’ll be fine.”
Moby looked at Sean and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know who you’re trying to be tough for, but I can only imagine how much this hurts. So just shut up and let me take care of it.”
“I can’t help it, you make me nervous,” Sean said without thinking as Moby bandaged his hand.
A lopsided grin transformed Moby’s handsome face to one of a sultry male on the prowl.
Oh fuck.
Sean tried to pull his hand away, but Moby was too quick.
Moby took a step forward, pressing himself against Sean. He reached between them and palmed the front of Sean’s jeans. “I’m having the same problem.”
Sean tried to turn his head away when Moby’s lips skimmed over his cheek towards his mouth. He closed his eyes when Moby latched onto his bottom lip and sucked. Sean’s need took over. He reached out and grabbed the back of Moby’s head and devoured his mouth.
With a groan of acceptance, Moby opened to Sean’s thrusting tongue. Each tooth and every ridge was explored in detail. The press of Moby’s body fully against Sean’s pushed his need into overdrive.
Suddenly Sean couldn’t get close enough. “Skin,” he ground out, pulling at Moby’s T-shirt. For the first time in his life, Sean’s desire became feral. His boy wanted one thing, to be buried balls-deep within Moby’s warmth, branding him. Despite his injury, Sean used both hands to strip Moby of his shirt.
Sean wasn’t alone in his enthusiasm. Moby’s hands shook as he opened Sean’s jeans and tried to push them down. “Oh God,” Moby groaned when Sean’s cock sprang free. “Need to taste you,” he said, sinking to his knees.
As much as Sean enjoyed a good blowjob, he wanted more. “I
wanna
fuck you,” he argued, even as he guided Moby’s mouth to the head of his cock. Moby nodded but continued to lave the dripping crown.
Sean’s knees grew weak as he struggled to refrain from ramming his entire length down Moby’s throat.
“Condom.
Please tell me you have one?”
“My
wallet’s
in my coat pocket,” Moby answered, between licks. “Just let me finish what I’ve started.”
Moby went back to giving Sean the best blowjob of his life.
Fuck
. If getting sucked off by the gorgeous man had this kind of power over him, what would happen when he had Moby in his bed? Sean’s breath hitched when Moby sucked him in to the root and ran his fingers down the crack of Sean’s ass.
Reaching up with his good hand, Sean pulled at his own hair, trying to stave off his eminent climax. The painful act helped only momentarily. The instant he felt Moby’s finger press against his hole, Sean lost his concentration and came hard without time to give Moby warning.
As the last of his cum shot from his cock, shame started to set in. “I’m sorry,” he begged Moby for forgiveness. It was considered selfish to come in a lover’s mouth without first asking for approval. Some men didn’t ever swallow. Some didn’t mind. While others got off on the taste of a lover’s cum coating his mouth. The fact that he hadn’t taken the time to find out in which category Moby’s desires ran, was inexcusable.
Moby sat back on his heels and stared up at Sean.
“For what?”
“Not warning you.” Sean stepped back and worked one-handed to try and get his jeans up.
Moby slapped Sean’s hand away and stood, bringing Sean’s jeans up with him. “Don’t tell me you regret what we just did,” he said, looking Sean in the eyes.
Sean doubted he’d ever seen anything prettier than Moby’s pale green eyes at that moment. Rimmed in long black lashes, the green orbs looked even lighter. “I should, but I don’t.”
After a deep breath, Sean pulled Moby into his arms and kissed him. The taste of his cum still clung to the interior of Moby’s mouth, threatening Sean’s control once again. “Can you stay?”
Moby shook his head. “Not tonight. I still don’t have the fence done out back, but hopefully I’ll get it started tomorrow.”
“You need help?” Sean asked automatically. He didn’t really have time, but Moby had helped him on several occasions. Besides, spending time with the man away from the pub might help him make up his mind on how to progress with his growing feelings.
“You sure?
The weather
kinda
sucks right now, but I don’t think I can wait.”
“I’m sure.” He brushed a kiss across Moby’s lips. “What about your mom? Is she going to have a problem with me showing up at her house?”
Moby shrugged and reached for a paper towel. As Sean watched with interest, Moby unzipped his jeans and began to clean himself. Moby caught Sean looking and grinned. “I haven’t done this since I was a teenager.”
Sean would’ve answered, but the sight of Moby’s cock stunned him. He’d seen the larger-than-normal bulge trapped behind Moby’s fly, but it was completely different seeing it in person. Even flaccid, Moby’s cock was beyond anything Sean had seen in a porno flick. It deserved to be praised and worshipped. Hopefully he’d get a chance soon.
* * * *
By the time Sean arrived the following day, Moby had the fencing out of the garage and as much of the snow cleared as he’d had time for. He stood by the front door, waiting for Sean to get out of his car and up the walk. “Be nice,” he told his mom.
From her seat on the couch,
Despite the way his mom made it sound, Moby knew she was quickly falling in love with the huge beast. He opened the door, happy to see the man on the front porch. “Come in,” he greeted. It would have been nice to pull Sean into his arms and give him a proper welcome, but Moby doubted his mom would think much of it.
Jilly
jumped from her spot on the sofa and bounded towards their visitor. “Down, girl,” Moby commanded
,
trying to head off a disaster before it happened.
Sean bent down and held out his hand for
Jilly’s
inspection. After thoroughly smelling the offered hand,
Jilly’s
nose seemed to go straight to Sean’s groin.
“
Jilly
,” Moby admonished, tugging the Rottweiler by the collar. “Be nice.” Moby wondered if
Jilly
had smelled Sean’s scent on him earlier that morning. Although it was his usual practice to come home from work and jump into the shower, Moby was so exhausted after walking
Jilly
he’d gone straight to bed.