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Everyone who regulars the By The Beat livehouse knows the staff—there’s just four of them—all very charming and hardworking men. But on the off chance that the night isn’t as busy and people could see them in their more casual state, many are quick to notice the ‘closeness’ between two men in particular.
Kaelix Debonair and Zeal Ginjoka are very well known in the establishment—the former being the first person people meet at the front door, while the latter strikes up friendly conversation at the bar—both very well liked among the patrons.
Although the two of them are seen very often together, nobody knows the true nature of their relationship. There’s a whisper here about boyfriends, a whisper there about them just being friends, someone even thought they were married. However, there’s a very solid reasoning for that.
Some patrons catch glimpses of them being very ‘touchy’ with one another. One blowing air at the other’s ear, one snaking their hands around the other’s waist, and a very rare one—a kiss given on the back of the other’s neck. But those who were bold enough to ask always received the same answer.
“We’re just friends.”
So that’s what the people rolled with, a competition between friends of who can act more like they’re in a lovestruck high school relationship.
“Woah,” Kaelix says as he watches Zeal from over his shoulder, working on what looks to be some important work.
On their off days, Kaelix likes to come over to Zeal’s place as a way to unwind from all the responsibilities he has at home, and all the people he has to talk to in the evenings. Lingering around Zeal’s home was a form of rest for him as he need not worry about anything and being in Zeal’s company was comforting enough.
They don’t need to do anything but sit in silence, being in the same room was enough for the both of them. However, Kaelix was bored today so he thought up a bright idea while the other man was locked in.
He didn’t say a word as he latched his hands onto the back of Zeal’s shoulders, giving a tight squeeze at the muscle there. Zeal didn’t move an inch—eyes still glued to the screen—already so used to the touch of the other man back at their workplace.
Kaelix starts off with a massage around his shoulder area, thumbing circles into the muscle as he senses Zeal relax under his ministrations. He’s personally never seen it, but Kaelix could tell that Zeal has been back on his workout regimen with the firmness he was feeling. Zeal, on the other hand, was enjoying it—sighing in relief as he continued typing and letting the bouncer do whatever he wanted while he worked silently.
Yet the bouncer was not content with this, he wanted to incite some sort of reaction out of him.
So he began testing how far he could go before Zeal gave him the time of day.
He first started with the back of his neck, slowing his movements and making it seem more like a graze than a massage in hopes that Zeal might notice.
Still no response.
To keep it natural, he kept going for a minute before trailing his hands downward and brushing his hands around the upper arm area—putting pressure on his bicep. Zeal raised an eyebrow at this, but he paid no mind to it as he’s no stranger to people appreciating his muscles.
Then the touches started becoming more slowed—less inclined to relieve tension, more in favor of exploring what’s there.
At first, Zeal didn’t think anything of it, they play these games at the livehouse all the time. But something about the current setting—where there aren’t any eyes watching the two of them, alone in Zeal’s office space—has him questioning his motives.
But Zeal didn’t stop what he was doing, still typing away.
Until he felt those very same hands tracing his collarbone area, Kaelix’s cold hands sending goosebumps across his skin.
Bingo.
Zeal is pausing more often, losing focus and is giving subtle nudges at Kaelix as a sign. But of course Kaelix needed to appear coolheaded, so he feigned innocence while he kept rubbing circles around his skin.
“What are you doing?”
Kaelix kept his eyes on Zeal’s monitor, paying no mind to the man below him. “Nothing, just looking at what you’re working on.”
Zeal kept working, well.. tried, until he felt Kaelix’s hands move down towards his chest area.
Then Zeal swivels his chair around and finally warns him, face to face.
“You better watch out”
“And why’s that?”
“I might do something about it.”
Kaelix pauses to think briefly before slowly gliding his hand up Zeal’s neck, looking him in the eye.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
It didn’t take even 5 seconds for Zeal to yank him by the shirt, startling Kaelix as he swiftly ended up on Zeal’s lap.
Kaelix yelps, not expecting to be manhandled all of a sudden.
With their heights, it made it quite awkward to have the two of them on one chair. Kaelix’s head hovering just above Zeal’s, Kaelix’s arms resting over Zeal’s shoulders for balance and Zeal’s hands resting on Kaelix’s hip.
The awkwardness of their position didn’t stop Kaelix from getting nervous all the same.
“What’s the matter.. is something bothering you?” Zeal teased, maintaining his grip on the man above him.
Even in the very compromising position he was in, he still doesn’t want Zeal to win.
“No… but... you might be with me sitting here, aren’t you?”
Zeal lets out a laugh, “That’s not a problem.”
Kaelix anxiously watches as Zeal looks down at where his hands rest, and then moves them while tracing the side of his thighs—slow but deliberate. He was fully clothed but it didn’t stop a path of heat from forming in its wake.
At this point, Kaelix had forgotten how they got here, he was only intending to distract Zeal from his work and planned to stop once he got his attention. But the thrill of seeing how far this game would go compelled him to keep playing.
“However..” Zeal continued, trailing his hand back up again—this time grazing his thighs from underneath his shorts, Kaelix’s breath hitches from the direct contact. “I have a suspicion that you wanted this to happen.”
Kaelix doesn’t utter a word, distracted by how much bigger and warmer Zeal’s hands are on his skin—but also afraid that if he opens his mouth, the truth might fall out.
However Zeal wasn’t stupid, he knows.
But since Kaelix refuses to admit it, he’ll just make him admit in.. other ways.
Zeal continued his move, warming his hands all around the younger’s thighs while Kaelix couldn’t do anything but fidget his hands around his shoulders. The feeling of Kaelix’s thighs was wonderful, smooth enough that he could glide his hands around with ease, and plush enough for him to squish if he wanted to.
Zeal was watching Kaelix’s face for any sort of reaction only to be met with his eyes and lips closed shut. How could he watch when the man doesn’t even look his way?
“Hmm.. still not bothered by this, are you?”
Zeal changed plans and moved his hands inwards instead, resting his hands on his inner thighs and giving a soft squeeze at the flesh. Briefly hearing a tiny squeak come out of the man above him.
“How about now?”
Kaelix felt his face heating up, but he still didn't dare to speak—rather settling with shaking his head while mantras of ‘don’t give in,’ kept resounding in his head.
“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be.”
Shit.
So Zeal decided that he wants to attack a different part, and Kaelix’s chest just so happens to be very conveniently in his front view.
He inched closer to his chest and blew softly over his nipple area. Kaelix could feel the cold breeze through his shirt—a shiver running down his spine from how foreign the sensation felt. Zeal swears he heard the man’s breath shake.
He could feel the man squirming, the fabric on Zeal’s shoulders bunching up from Kaelix’s grip. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to push further, wanting to see how much more dishevelment Kaelix could handle before he concedes.
He got close enough to give his nipple a soft kiss through the fabric. Still hearing nothing, gave an experimental lick. Doing that earned him a yelp and he looked up at Kaelix to see that his eyes were now open and hazed out from all the teasing.
So cute…
Kaelix meanwhile was suffering—his mouth was parted in heaved breaths from experiencing so many new things—but he didn’t know whether he wanted to tell Zeal to stop, go or stay silent while Zeal took the reins. Until Zeal spoke again.
“You’re really gonna sit here and do nothing about it? Gonna do nothing about me toying with your body?”
Still nothing.
“Fine.”
He ended it with his mouth right on Kaelix’s clothed nipple, relentlessly giving it a mix of suction and licks, wetting the fabric there.
Kaelix couldn’t stop the harsh moan that came out of him, never knowing how sensitive his nipples were until today. Zeal smirked against his skin at the sound, relishing in his composure breaking piece by piece.
The combination of Zeal alternating his abuse on each of his nipples, the obscene wet sounds of his tongue flitting back and forth, and the growing hardness between Kaelix’s legs—that Zeal could definitely feel by now—was making his head cloudy.
And Zeal's hands were so close to where he wanted them to be. He wanted to nudge his thighs together so badly but the grip that Zeal had on them was too strong—so he finally gave in.
“..P-please..”
Zeal let go of the nipple, still looking at the man above him with mischief plastered all over his face.
“Please what, baby?”
“You.. you know…”
“Use your words.”
Kaelix held himself back from retorting, wanting so badly to fight back again. But he knew that Zeal would never give him what he wanted if he did and the torture has gone on for long enough—so let his guts spill.
“Can you touch me…properly? P-Please?”
“Touch you where?”
“Anywhere- just…please stop teasing…”
“Atta boy.”
Finally victorious, Zeal pulled at the front of Kaelix’s shirt and tugged it high enough for him to lick directly at his nipples—finally getting a taste of the pretty bud which had grown swollen from his earlier activities.
The sound that came out of Kaelix’s mouth was so beautiful that Zeal wanted to imprint it to memory. With every flick of his tongue, Kaelix let out more whimpers, trying to pull Zeal’s head closer for more.
But then he stopped.
Kaelix was about to protest until he felt a hand palm at his dick through the fabric and quickly bit back a moan.
“Look at you.. you’re already this hard? You’ve been waiting for me to do this, haven’t you?”
He didn't expect Zeal’s speech to be so vulgar off the bat, but the unexpectancy made the shock hit twice as hard—and the confidence he had in calling him out sent another wave of arousal over him, making this dick twitch.
“Figures, since you seem to love hugging and touching me in front of the guests. You were trying to start something, weren’t you?”
Kaelix looked away, not wanting to answer out of embarrassment.
But then he felt Zeal palm at his cock again, “I’ll give you exactly what you want if you admit it.”
Oh he was really embarrassed now.
But they’ve already come so far, how could he say no when his dick is begging for something and Zeal’s the only one that could give it to him?
It didn’t take as much time for him to think about confessing.
“I.. I’ve wanted to for so long but I didn’t know how to ask so.. I thought that I could get you to make the first move by tempting you.. I know that’s a really stupid idea but.. lately I’ve just been so- mmph-”
Zeal interrupted him by leaning back and pulling him down for a kiss. It was brief, but enough to make his face redder than it already was.
“You’re so cute.”
“But it worked, so really I was the one who won the- ah- wait-”
To remind Kaelix that he wasn’t the one in full control—Zeal slowly massaged Kaelix’s cock through his shorts. Kaelix’s thoughts short-circuited, not used to a big and warm hand enveloping it. Zeal then whispered into his ear.
“Oh yeah? I don’t think a winner would tremble like this though..” then pulling Kaelix’s cock out his shorts—already hard and leaking from the tip. “Like they’re barely holding on and soaking their pants like a slut.”
He emphasized it by giving a firm pump at the length, making Kaelix whine again as more pre-cum beaded out. Kaelix has never heard Zeal say that last word before, but hearing it for the first time next to his ear in that voice is making his brain melt.
“But I will admit that I’ve been wanting this for a while too.” He used his other hand to hold him by the waist and scoot Kaelix over to make him sit directly over his clothed crotch. “Finally getting a hold of you from all the teasing, and emptying that bratty little head of yours.”
Kaelix could feel the warm weight of Zeal’s cock right under him. He’s huge.. he thinks. But with all of the overwhelming attention he was receiving on his dick, he accidentally grinded downwards—earning a groan from the older man.
Zeal uses the hold he had on his waist and grinded upwards into his ass, earning another whimper. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to hold you against the counter and make you cum all over my hand, right behind where nobody could see.”
He increased the speed and the rate of his pumping, the glide against his hand feeling wetter from all his teasing. More needy noises spilled out of Kaelix, a sign that he was getting close.
And of course Zeal noticed.
“You want that too, don’t you? Want me to get you off from behind while everyone in the room thinks nothing of it. Want me to make you cum all over yourself after you pull off your sneaky little stunts.”
Kaelix was too engulfed in the pleasure to reply so he just starts humping against Zeal’s groin as an answer. How could he think when the man below him knew all the right buttons to press to make him speechless? And they were still fully clothed, he can only imagine what he is capable of when he has access to all of him.
It didn’t take long for Kaelix to cum first, letting out a throaty moan as he spilled all over Zeal’s hand—Zeal playing at the tip to milk as much cum out.
His head felt light and wobbly—after what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life—so he collapsed against Zeal, resting his head on his.
“Still with me, baby?” Zeal asked, rubbing his back after some long breathing.
He could only nod.
But stopped and panicked when he remembered that the man below him was still very much hard.
"But…you’re also…”
Zeal looks down at where their bodies are joined before looking up at Kaelix again with an idea—making him a little afraid.
“Hold still.”
Zeal was quick to pull his own dick out of his pants, pumping himself with what was on his hand. Then he looked at Kaelix for his reaction and the expression he had made everything worth it.
Kaelix could only look down with his mouth agape as the sight of Zeal jerking himself off with his cum was so lewd that he almost got to full hardness again. It also filled him with pride as he was the one who made him like this.
“Would you like to?”
With a gulp, Kaelix reached down between them and held Zeal’s large and throbbing length in his hand, already slicked with his release. He’s never done this to someone else before, but he can more or less guess how it goes.
He starts by giving slow strokes from base to tip, hearing a low hum come out of the other man. Good start.
Then he quickened the pace, now hearing groans coming out as Zeal’s hands gripped on his waist.
Watching Zeal unravel in front of him for once was addicting. Kaelix is always someone who wants to be useful and make other people happy—so having his dear and beloved bartender fold like this from his touch made him feel like he was making him proud and doing so well.
Said bartender on the other hand has been dreaming of this for months. The idea of the bouncer wanting to seek him out for satisfaction and finally getting the chance to give it to him was a fantasy that plagued his mind ever since their little workplace game.
And now it was here.
With a grunt, Zeal came as well—riding out his orgasm by grinding up into Kaelix’s hand as streaks of cum stained the front of Kaelix’s shirt. Kaelix savored the sight between them before letting go of his dick.
The room was silent—besides the heavy breathing between the two men who were very much in need of a shower after all the sweat and cum they shared.
But they didn’t really care, much preferring to bask in the other’s presence after such a heated exchange.
After a while, Kaelix was the first to break the silence.
“Where the heck did you learn to talk like that..”
Zeal only laughed, much preferring to carry Kaelix to the bathroom than tell him about his past rendezvous.
But not before Kaelix could wipe his nasty hands on Zeal’s clothes.