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Chapter Three - Third Time’s A Charm

The way Alan moved his hands reminded Michael, for some reason, of some nature documentaries. It felt like it was all part of an act, a courtship of sorts, just as peacocks used their feathers to impress their prospective mates.

The problem was, whatever Alan was trying to do, it wasn’t working, and Michael had only himself to blame. His mind kept wandering off.

“I’m terribly sorry. I feel like I’m boring you,” Alan said, as he pursed his lips. “How about you? It must be exciting to run a nightclub.”

Exciting wasn’t covering it, seeing what had been happening lately. Michael shifted in his chair. Why was he so hooked on remembering everything about Jess at the most inconvenient of times? “I suppose it is. But in the end, it all becomes routine, no matter what you do, be it accounting or paragliding.”

Alan nodded and smiled, linking his fingers in front of him. For some stupid reason, Michael could only stare at the guy’s hands. They had perfect manicure and clearly belonged to someone who did not do any physical work. Jess’s hands were not dainty like this. They were strong, although not thick. There were calluses on the palms, from clasping the barre too many times, perhaps. Why the hell was he thinking of that, and when had he had the time to notice all those details? Maybe when Jess had grabbed his head and kissed him.

“It must be demanding work, nonetheless. Are there any issues that you need to deal with at the moment?” Alan asked.

Michael looked at his date, not quite getting the question.

“You’re spacing out a lot,” Alan pointed out.

“So sorry about that,” Michael hurried to say. “It’s really not in my character to be so negligent with the people sitting across from me, sharing decaf latte.”

Alan laughed and pushed one hand through his hair. He had straight hair, and it appeared as if a talented hairstylist had managed a two-tone paint job that looked good on Alan. For some reason Michael tried hard not to think about, he had a thing for curly hair lately.

“I like your hairstyle,” Michael said, trying hard to focus on his date.

Alan smiled again. “And I like you. Not many people live up to their profile pictures.”

“And I do?” Michael asked. “That’s what I should say about you,” he added gallantly.

Alan rewarded him with another of his dazzling smiles. He seemed to have no issues with sharing them like candy. Michael knew he had to like him. Alan was easygoing, had nice taste in clothes, and, what mattered most, was looking for a steady relationship.

“So, Michael, what do you like to do when you’re not managing your nightclub?” Alan asked, placing his chin on his linked fingers.

Michael’s phone pinged. He barely kept in an involuntary grimace. He stared at the screen, trying not to let his date observe that something was wrong with him. 

“How do you like my splits now?”

A quite explicit pic accompanied Jess’s message. No wonder there; Jess could do that against a wall. Michael turned the phone with the screen down and tried to focus on his date again.

Alan’s smile seemed to fade a little. “Is everything all right, Michael? You seem a little flushed.”

“Do I? I’m sorry.”

He was apologizing and blabbing like an idiot. This date had no flow and no sense at all. And Alan should have been the jackpot. He was charming and pleasant. And, Michael had to remind himself for the umpteenth time, he wanted a relationship, not just a fling.

“If this is not a good time --”

“No, not at all,” Michael said abruptly.

Alan threw him a vaguely concerned look. “So, what did you say you liked to do?”

Michael began reciting his hobbies. Somehow, this date seemed like an interview. Alan was nodding from time to time and smiling, encouraging him. 

“What kind of books do you like to read?” Michael asked, to change the focus from him to his date.

“I’m into --”

Michael’s phone pinged again. He tried to ignore it, but Alan intervened. “Please, take it if it’s important.”

He was somewhat afraid to check his phone. The next message had another pic. This time, Jess had taken a close up of his face. What was that in his mouth? Michael brought the screen close to his eyes. The next pic sent showed Jess sucking on the mysterious object. Well, it didn’t look like a dildo. Was that a popsicle? “I need the practice. How about you help me out, boss?”

Michael shook his head. Jess was good at mind games; it seemed. And what the hell was he sucking on?

“Is it something bad?” Alan asked.

Michael put down his phone as if he was burned. “No, not at all.”

“Anyway, I was saying --”

With quick moves, Michael set his phone on vibrate. “No more interruptions, I promise.”

Just as Alan was trying to continue his thought, the waiter came to ask them if they wanted anything else. Michael took advantage of the break to excuse himself and head for the bathroom. He needed to throw some water on his face. Images of Jess wrapping his lips delicately around that translucent colored thing were floating before his eyes. 

He turned on the water and splashed a little on his cheeks. It wasn’t like him to be rattled by some lewd pictures. Jess would not ruin his date, Michael told himself and went back to his place. 

Alan was standing and appeared to be busy fiddling with his pockets.

“Hey,” Michael called, a bit surprised.

The pleasant smile from earlier was gone from Alan’s face. “I will go now.”

“Why?”

Alan finally found a bill and threw it on the table. “Do you ask all your employees to train their mouths so they can deepthroat?” He leaned in closer and stared angrily at Michael.

“What?”

Alan pointed at the phone Michael had forgotten on the table. “Your employee keeps sending you pictures, asking you for advice. Did you really tell him it’s okay to practice with a popsicle? That’s dangerous!”

Michael remained speechless for a couple of seconds until his brain finally caught up with him. “Wait, did you look into my phone?”

“It kept buzzing and driving me nuts. It seemed like some emergency,” Alan explained, but Michael wasn’t convinced.

Actually, he was pretty much concerned. How could someone think it would be okay to look into his phone? And from a first date?

He didn’t have time to protest.

“I should have guessed you were a sleazy bastard,” Alan said, and he was pretty much shaking with indignation.

Michael frowned. “Wait a minute.”

“No, thank you. I should have known that a nightclub owner couldn’t be anything else. And just tell your employee to stop using popsicles. They could break and choke him to death. Are you trying to kill your employees, too?”

Michael was too flabbergasted to talk. Alan scoffed and turned on his heels. Michael hurried to grab his phone and tapped a message quickly. “Stop swallowing the fucking popsicle!”

“Finally, I managed to get your attention.”

Michael sighed and dropped into his seat. He had had his fair share of disappointments lately in the dating department, but this one had to go down in history as a bad joke. Maybe it was all for the best since Alan seemed a nosy guy, anyway. Michael supposed that, once involved in a relationship, he wouldn’t feel the need to keep things hidden from his better half. However, having his privacy invaded like that was enough reason to think Alan was not as perfect for him as he had first expected.

“Jess, I am so going to kill you tonight.”

“Then I won’t come. The prospect of getting killed on the job is not a good motivator.”

“Are you quitting?”

“What’s there to do? You plan on ‘retiring’ me anyway.”

“I was just kidding. Come tonight. I need my special act in the cage. A lot of people are counting on it, I bet.”

“Could we get rid of the cage?”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m not supposed to be. I’m your boss, Jess.”

“You’re really getting off on this boss thing. Are you into BDSM?”

“No. YOU might be looking for ways to have others flagellate you. Too scared to do it on your own?”

“Psh. You wish. I’m not getting into the cage tonight.”

“Ah, so you decided to stop working?”

“No. I just dislike that you don’t want to listen to my ideas.”

“Choose. The cage or I’ll have you clean the toilets after.”

Michael was just bluffing. There was hired personnel to take care of everything, and he wouldn’t have punished anyone, anyway. Of course, in Jess’s case, he might end up making an exception.

“Fine. I’ll do the cage. Again.”

“You ruined my date, by the way.”

“Really? Then I’m avenged. Does your boyfriend know you’re fucking me on the side?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a boyfriend, you ass. I was trying to get one, though. Thanks for ruining that for me.”

“And how did I do that?”

“He saw your popsicle trick. By the way, stop doing it. It’s dangerous, it seems.”

“Wait, did you show him my messages???”

“No, what the hell are you implying? He looked at my phone when I was in the bathroom.”

“Hmm, stalker alert!”

“You think?”

“Definitely. You should thank me. Dodged a bullet there, don’t you think?”

Michael had to agree, but he didn’t plan on telling Jess that. “Just come tonight.”

“And I can try my new routine.”

“No.”

“No? But I just saved your life!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Let’s. I’ll show you my routine tonight.”

“No. And you just gave me an idea. You’ll do a striptease show tonight.”

“In your office?”

“On stage, darling. Look at the bright side. You’ll only be naked at the end. I trust in your abilities to keep the audience hanging to every piece of clothing you’ll be taking off.”

“Jeez, you surely like to torture me.”

“It’s just your job, Jess. You signed for it.”

“I guess I did. I’ll show you my routine, eventually.”

“Just make yourself pretty for tonight. I want you to give your best.”

“Don’t I always?”

Michael remained silent, and so did his phone. Jess sent him one last pic with him from up close, with his tongue stuck out, and winking, like a kid who needed a good spanking. With a sigh, he put his phone in his pocket. He felt like he wanted to strangle Jess a little for ruining his plans with Alan. But, on the other hand, Alan had proved to be the opposite of the trustworthy person Michael had hoped to meet.

***

Why did Jess have to be so much the embodiment of sex appeal on the stage, yet so obnoxious and claiming not to like it at the same time? Michael was starting to think that he would have to give up on dating and the idea of finding prospective boyfriends for a while. He was just fighting a losing battle with his dick, something that was sure to make Heath laugh his ass off if his best friend ever caught wind of it.

Jess’s striptease number had set the house on fire once more, but, by the defiant look he had thrown as he remained in nothing but a pink thong, Michael could bet he would never hear the end of it. That, in the off chance that Jess would stop by his office on the way out. What was he thinking? Of course, Jess would come and try to convince him to stage the Nutcracker just for the lulz, but Michael had no interest in having to close down his nightclub on the grounds that people would run away like there was a fire in the building.

In other words, he was waiting. It wasn’t healthy to look forward to fighting with Jess over his routine only so that he could enjoy him sexually afterward. Michael knew he had to consider that wrong, so very wrong, but his principles appeared to be nothing but dust when Jess was concerned.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad to enjoy a sexual relationship. For once, he needed to let go and enjoy whatever was happening to him. Seeing how lust was the kind of thing meant to fade away as soon as any sexual desire ran its course, he wasn’t expecting this thing with Jess to last for too long. 

His body still wanted Jess. It was rather funny for him, who was usually the one in charge of any seduction game or flirt, to feel so awfully overpowered. Michael had met plenty of guys who loved bottoming, but not one had been so assertive. It was like Jess needed to challenge him only so that he could enjoy being put in his place, preferably with a cock up his ass.

Michael wanted a harmonious relationship in which he and his partner would finish each other’s sentences. What he got instead was someone who was contradicting him and interrupting him as often as he could.

But what was he thinking about anyway? That wasn’t a relationship, whatever he and Jess had.

They were a boss and his employee except that they were fucking.

They were two strangers who knew nothing about one another except that they were fucking and liking it like crazy, too.

They were so not what the other wanted. Well, Michael, at least, knew Jess was the complete opposite of what he wanted in a partner. Not physically wise. Jess was gorgeous, like drop-dead gorgeous, and seemed taken from some adult-themed fantasy. Personality-wise, he was a wise ass. Michael didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

And yet, that didn’t stop him from fucking Jess and wanting to fuck him again.

Officially, Michael felt like he was not himself anymore.

His musings stopped the moment someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he called.

Maybe he should try and resist the physical attraction, after all. He was not the kind of guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Jess walked in, and, by the look on his face, he appeared to be pretty miffed with the striptease show from earlier.

“What?” Michael leaned back into his chair.

With that attitude, Jess wouldn’t get screwed tonight, and Michael was trying hard to tell himself that it was what he wanted, too.

“Really, the performance in this club could so much use a bit of polishing. Seriously, a pink thong? And you practically made the other guys gang up on me and not let me choose anything else,” Jess started.

“Pink is a good color on you.”

It was. Any color would have looked good on Jess. He was the kind of guy to make everything surrounding him appear more beautiful by simple association.

As expected, Jess huffed. “That’s why you need to hear me out.”

“I won’t organize experimental ballet shows here,” Michael said promptly.

“It won’t be that,” Jess said. “It would be like staging something. A show that appeals to more than just the erotic side of things. Something less porn-y than whatever you have going on right now.”

“Porn-y?” Michael rocked back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest while throwing a displeased look at Jess. “People come here to see some skin. A bit of ass. Nice muscles in full display. It’s not porn.”

“Not too classy either,” Jess replied.

“Why do you like to get on my nerves so badly?”

“I need to get to you somehow.”

“I’m sure there are other methods.”

“Not as fun as this one,” Jess said with a challenging smile.

Michael rolled his eyes. “You get me in the mood to punish you.”

A small shadow crossed Jess’s face, but it was gone in a second. “Maybe I do need punishment.”

“What for? Are you really into BDSM? I was just joking, and I didn’t want to spank you at that time. You were just asking for it!”

What the hell was he saying? And why did he feel the need so badly to turn the conversation into something sexual? Michael could feel his control slipping through his fingers.

“Maybe I was,” Jess said softly and cocked his head to the side, watching Michael with those intense eyes that were making him all kinds of hot and bothered.

It was enough for Jess to look at him a bit strange like that, and Michael could forget all about his determination not to give in tonight.

“You’re a mystery,” Michael said, shaking his head to get rid of the spell those green eyes could wrap him in the veil of a spell in an instant. 

“And?” Jess walked over slowly, his eyes never leaving Michael.

He sat directly on Michael’s desk, leaning over and grabbing a pen only to pretend that he was suddenly interested in examining something that had absolutely nothing to do with their topic of conversation.

“And,” Michael said as he grabbed the pen from Jess’s hand, “I would like to know who you are.”

“Why? Are we in a relationship or something? You’re just my boss.”

“And I fucked you twice.”

“Do you want to fuck me again?” Jess was leaning over the desk, dangerously close now.

Michael pursed his lips. “Why?”

“Why what?” Jess clearly pretended he couldn’t understand the question.

“Why should I fuck you?”

Jess shrugged and hopped off from the desk. He began walking slowly around as if he wanted to allow Michael to see him better. “I don’t know. Because you want to?”

“What about what you want?” Michael shot the next question at Jess.

Jess stopped and looked at him. “I’m between a rock and a hard place. I want to keep you happy.”

Michael sighed and covered his face with his palms, muttering to himself something that wasn’t at all flattering to either of them. Eventually, he got to his feet and circled the desk. He took Jess by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Jess, please, there’s no need for this. You’re a fantastic dancer, you’re sexy as fuck, and you bring in customers, aka profit. I don’t need this from you. And I would never pressure anyone into having sex with me, regardless of the reason. Don’t pressure yourself into such a position.”

“I don’t.” Jess shook his head. “With you, I actually like it. A lot.” He licked his lips.

Michael swallowed. Why, of all people, this man had to make his body react in such a shameless manner? His cock was semi-hard just by standing so close and having a conversation with Jess. There was clearly something wrong with him, and it was too early for him to have a mid-life crisis or something.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Michael said. “We’ve already done it two times and for the wrong reasons. Look, I value your presence here. But let’s not make it something that’s --”

Jess shut him up with a kiss. Michael squeezed his shoulders roughly, making him stop. The green eyes held reproach in them. 

He exhaled and eased his grip. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I don’t know where you worked before here, but I’m not that kind of boss. I swear. You are welcome here, and you are also under no obligation to sleep with me to keep me happy. Do you understand?”

“Do you always get guys hooked on your kindness?” Jess asked abruptly.

“Hooked on what?”

Jess ignored him and kissed him again. This time, Michael had little of the determination from before. The tongue in his mouth was short-circuiting any rational thought. He was a man with plenty of experience under his belt, damn it!

Jess was moaning softly into his mouth while grinding his entire body against him. Michael could feel his heat, and now his cock was fully hard. Jess searched for an entrance and managed to get inside his pants. “Just let me make you happy, boss.”

Michael groaned. “Seriously, you make me into a sleazy nightclub owner from some bad 80s movie.”

Jess chuckled, and his lips skated along Michael’s jawline. “You’re nothing like that.”

“We shouldn’t do this.” Michael tried to find a speck of decorum inside, only to come up empty. “I don’t want you to feel obliged to do this.”

Jess clasped his hand over Michael’s cock and tugged at it playfully. “And let such an amazing hard-on go to waste? I’m always hot for a hard cock like this.”

“Oh, so any cock would do, as long as it’s hard for you? I bet a lot of guys would line up only to get hand jobs from you,” Michael said.

Jess stopped for a couple of seconds, and he appeared upset. “This time I have a choice,” he said mysteriously and planted his lips over Michael’s.

It was official, Michael thought. He was losing his head over a guy who was hotter than all the guys he had ever been with. Or seen. Or heard of. Jess was the king of hot guys everywhere. Not a prince, but a king in his own right, seeing how demanding he was. 

Michael gave up. It was nothing but lust. It would wear off, eventually. He caught Jess by the back of his head and kissed back. The sound of their kisses must have been heard outside the door, but Michael couldn’t bring himself to care. He would have a hard time explaining what was happening, but couldn’t be bothered by it. For him, it was the first time bedding an employee, although a few of the sexiest dancers had tried to flirt with him. 

They would have been surprised to see him hiking Jess up into his arms and slamming him against a wall, kissing him like crazy. Jess didn’t mind being handled. It was clear he loved it by how he panted and made all kinds of sounds that were making Michael feel his cock wish for nothing but a warm opening to sink into.

Jess was quick to push down his skinny jeans, which, in itself, was commendable seeing how tough those things typically were to take off. Michael brushed his hand against the satin fabric of Jess’s underwear. He began laughing when he looked down. “Have you kept the thong on?”

“I thought I would finish my striptease show here,” Jess replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re far from being completely naked,” Michael pointed out. “You still have your hoodie on.”

“I could take it off,” Jess said, and his hands moved to grab the hem.

“No,” Michael said. “Just make it a show of taking off the thong.”

Jess smiled again and caught the side string with his thumb, pulling down only a little. “Like this?”

Michael whistled as he stepped back. “You sure know your thing.”

Jess moved his hips slowly, grabbing the thin underwear from both sides and making it descend lower and lower as if he was moving to music only he could hear. He turned and moved his ass suggestively as the fabric dropped over his buttocks little by little.

“Damn, you’re so going to kill me,” Michael moaned. “Faster.”

“Then where would the tease be? It would only be the strip part.”

“I can live with that,” Michael said and moved quickly.

He pulled at the thing so fast and hard that the elastic fabric snapped, making both laugh. Michael crowded Jess against the wall and rubbed his naked cock between the nicely presenting buttocks. 

“Boss, put the hoodie on your cock already,” Jess joked. “I’m dying here.”

“You’re one to talk,” Michael said and laughed, and went after the rubber anyway.

This time, he rummaged after some lube, too. Good thing he had such things lying around. Even if he was against hooking up, he liked being ready for sex anyway.

Jess shivered and moaned prettily as Michael enjoyed fingering him. “Don’t stretch me too much,” he begged.

“You could use it a little. You’re always so tight,” Michael said.

“Sorry about that,” Jess mumbled under his breath.

“Nothing to be sorry about. You’re perfect,” Michael whispered into his ear and began pushing inside.

Jess bucked his ass into his crotch, verbally expressing his appreciation. Michael brought his hands in front, searching for Jess’s cock with one, and for his nipples with the other. Jess was moving gracefully, making sure to give his cock a perfect massage with his strong ass muscles. 

“Fuck, it’s like you’re sucking it,” Michael said and panted, as he bit playfully on Jess’s ear. “I’ve never had anyone give me a blowjob with his ass.”

“Really? I thought men threw themselves at you.” Jess was panting just as hard, and his moans were getting a bit erratic as the moving of his hips didn’t stop.

“Not even one like you,” Michael admitted in all honesty. “You’re officially the best fuck of my life, and I’ve had my fair share.”

The crude praise seemed to hit Jess where he liked it best because he began to moan more desperately while Michael continued to milk his cock fast. Soon, he was coming all over Michael’s hand. 

“Damn it,” Michael whispered and withdrew, pulling off the condom and spraying all over Jess’s perfect buttocks.

“Wow,” Jess said as he looked over his shoulder. “Pent up a little, boss?”

Michael grinned. “Smartass.”

Jess could run his mouth as much as he wanted. 

“So, is this enough to get you to listen to me and my ideas?” Jess asked.

Michael shook his head, not quite believing his ears. “You’re a one-track mind kind of man, aren’t you? The answer is still no.”

“Am I really your best fuck?” Jess asked.

“That you are. But still not enough to make me change things around here.”

Jess pursed his lips and began fishing for his pants. For a second, he considered dressing up, but eventually pulled the ruined thong off and threw it to Michael. “I hope, at least, that striptease is off the menu for me.”

Michael caught the pink thing deftly and then threw it on his desk. “Are you kidding me? You’ll do that all week.”

Jess’s eyes grew wide. “Am I doing all this for nothing?” He gestured around, looking pretty miffed.

Michael could sense his frustration with Jess growing back. “May I know what you mean by that?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you sleeping with me for favors?”

Jess walked to him until they were eye to eye. “I don’t want to be some headliner. Why don’t you get it?”

“Do you have a reason for that? You’re drop-dead gorgeous and a tough act to follow. Unless you tell me what’s going on, you’ll work hard here to bring in customers. And if that means I intend to display a poster with your perfect face and butt all over the biggest square in the city, you’ll have to live with it!”

Jess made a face as if he had just swallowed a lemon. “You’re a bad, bad boss!”

“Hey, I’m not your dog!” Michael protested. “Cut it with the act and get in shape!”

“Am I just a slab of meat for you to flaunt around?” Jess complained.

“A slab of meat? Too bad you think that,” Michael said thinly. “But that’s okay. Your danseur butt will learn what it means to dance in a nightclub. Next week, you’ll do the wet t-shirt event.”

Jess groaned. “Can’t I just suck your cock so that you can let me somewhere that’s not under the hot lights?”

Michael couldn’t quite believe his ears. “Don’t you think you’re shameless even to propose such a thing?”

“Shameless? Your dick is hanging out, boss.”

Michael looked down and cursed. Too busy putting his cock back into his pants, he missed Jess heading out.

TBC

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