The SentryAgent Coffee Shop AU ☕️
Pairing: Sugar Daddy CEO John Walker x Barista Bob Reynolds
(CEO John Walker x Barista Bob Reynolds x CEO Ava Starr towards the end)
Wordcount: 12K
Summary: Bob and Yelena own a cute LGBTq coffee shop. One day John Walker literally creeps into Bobs life and changes it, for the better. And then Bob is greeted with the ultimate cherry on top.
Warnings: SMUT a lot actually, John, Bob and Ava are Bi-Sexual in this one, Alexei and Yelena as side characters, awkward tension, age gap (11 years, Ava is the same age as John), only vague descriptions of everyone's past, just not a lot of plot in general, mild angst because of power imbalances, John is completely unaware of his sugar daddy behaviour (most of the time),
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First of June and therefore the beginning of pride month. The streets and shops were filled with rainbow flags, cups, plates and whatever. The same counted for “Sweet Beans“ the corner coffee shop Bob currently worked at. Well, worked at wasn‘t entirely true. He and his best friend Yelena opened the one-story coffee shop together five years ago. After months and months of job search without success, who would hire two college drop outs in this economy? Alexei, Yelena's dad stepped in.
Offering them the money without interest and voila here they were. They had a lot of regulars, the occasional food blogger and of course the customers who just walked by. A 4.5 star review on Google, it became so well received that Alexei had to come to help out regularly which also explains why they still have 4.5 stars and not 5.
It was busy and quiet at the same time. Yelena worked the counter more often so Bob could retreat to the soothing sounds of the coffee machines. They all loved June a lot. The summer slowly began and everyone was in a peculiar good mood and everything was more colorful.
That was exactly the reason why the man in the black suit sprang directly into Yelena's eyes. He seemed out of place. Heavy bags under his eyes, the tie always neat, laptop open. But Yelena wasn’t stupid, more often than not she catched him staring at, Bob. She let it slide a couple of days until she wanted to put her intuition to the test.
Instead of handing him his cup of coffee as usual she told him to sit down and that his order will be brought to his table in a minute. For a second the blond man seemed irritated then ultimately did what he was told.
„Bobby? Can you bring the next order to table 17?” He didn’t question it too much, already preparing the milk. With his eyes fixed on the mug in hopes to not spill anything Bob made his way over to the table. „Here is your order Sir. Robusta with a pump of vanilla and oatmilk.” Since he was at work he didn’t notice how the man's eyes widened and a faint blush of red began to bloom on his cheeks.
With his hand back on the espresso handle his mind focused just on that until Yelena creeped up behind him speaking loud enough to overture the working machines but low enough that only them could hear it.
„Seems like you have a secret admirer at table 17.” He allowed himself a fleeting glance.
„He doesn’t strike me as someone who is interested in men.”
„And you think he comes here because?”
„Our coffee is good?”
„Yeah I guess that's why he looked at your ass when you walked back.”
„Well, he is not ugly.”
„Jeez he is probably a hundred and sixty years old. Tell me when he tries to do something.”
„Lena, I'm older than you and I can look after myself just fine.”
„Whatever he gives off this eerie backally at night vibe.”
„Every man does that to you.“
Maybe Yelena should have just said nothing because now Bob can’t unsee it. He feels the man's gaze on him the entirety he drinks his coffee and sometimes he even orders a second one. The problem is that Yelena is right. It feels weird. Everytime Bob tries to build up eye contact the man just looks back at his computer. One day Bob is brave enough to offer him a polite smile and after that the man just leaves without finishing his drink.
By the end of the month Bob had enough. When he sees the blond passing their window he makes up an excuse for Yelena to go to the storeroom and he takes her place at the register, something the man clearly isn't prepared for when he enters the shop. Bob can see on his face that he thinks about turning on his heels but after a deep breath he struts over to the counter, his face unreadable.
Bob keeps his friendly customer attitude up as best as he can. „Hey honey, just the regular or do you want to try our new cupcakes as well?” He could have combusted from laughing. The man's eyes wander to the baked goods display and all the color slips from his face at once. At the end of the month Yelena takes some extra time in the kitchen and creates something fitted for the occasional month. Since it is the end of June she went with vulvas and dicks or rather what she named them "Silly Willys" and "Walls of Fortune".
His own eyes narrow observing how the gears inside the man's head begin to shift until he settles with a choice. „The one on the right, please.”
„Yours or my right honey?”
„Mine.” With a pleased smile Bob gets everything ready and hands it over with the sweetest tone “Enjoy yourself.” Before the man takes his order his hand glides over the tip jar, a one and a zero catching Bob's eyes. „Thank you so much, we really appreciate it.”
Two can play this game so Bob doesn’t look away, not once as the man sits, opens his laptop and takes the first bite out of the cupcake. Bob can’t tell if the eye contact was on purpose or on accident, it gets a whole hearted laughter out of him nevertheless, the scene gets interrupted by a hard smack to the back of his head.
„Stop staring, you only spur him on.”
„Ow, no reason to be mean, I got him to eat one of the dicks.”
„The way you are saying this scares me to no end.”
„Hey, they were your idea.”
The rest of the shift is hectic, so hectic that both of them miss that fifteen minutes before closing the man still sits in his spot. Yelena rolls her eyes, giving Bob the clue to politely kick him out.
„Was everything to your liking, Sir?”
„You go on a date with me tomorrow!” A couple of steps back a mug shatters on the ground and the shop becomes silent, awfully silent and Bob swears he can feel Yelena's death stare piercing through him from behind.
„I-I’m sorry I meant. Would you go out tomorrow, with me?”
„Sure? Why not? My shift is over at eight.”
„Great, I pick you up. Wear something nice.”
„Wouldn’t have crossed me to go out in my apron and cap.” The man is up and gone before everyone can say anything more stupid. Bob stares at the empty stop while Yelena picks up the shards, muttering courses under her breath but Bob doesn’t mind, it's just a date.
The next day he checks the clock every five minutes, somehow time seems to stand still. When finally the end of his shift comes closer Yelena snatches his phone away holding it out of his reach.
„What the hell are you doing?”
„Turning on your location.”
„Leeeena… It's just a date.”
„You don’t even know his name!”
„That's what dates are for you know? To get to know each other? You are just salty that you couldn’t do your research.” With research he means Yelena combing through every social media site there is.
„Just call me afterwards okay?” She hands him his phone back and Bob takes it with utter annoyance. „Yes mom.” She strikes him the tip of her tongue and together they tidy up the place.
He said to wear something nice, whatever that means. The best Bob has to offer is a plain white button down and some black jeans. He makes an effort to brush his hair a few times but rejects Yelena's offer to put in some gel.
„Your lover is here!”
„He is NOT my lover, for now.” Yelena can’t hold back a gag as Bob corrects his collar for the fifth time.
With a smirk Bob heads out and stills for a second, the car is rather, let's say it's definitely brand new. Unlike his own he had to put much more money into than the original sum he brought it for three years ago. His hand moves to the doorhandle but the man gets out of his car and opens the door himself.
„That really isn’t necessary.”
„I don’t care. Hop in.” Bob does as he is told, at least he is allowed to buckle his seatbelt himself. The car ride is longer than anticipated, at some point he can’t recognize the street names anymore and he presses his knees together, praying that Yelena wasn’t right.
When they enter the restaurant Bob wished she was. He thought he nailed his outfit, the man wore his usual suit but so did all the other men around them, the women in the most gorgeous gowns Bob has ever seen. There even is a fucking chandelier handing from the ceilling, after the man help Bob in his chair is gets worse, way worse. He glances over the menu, no prices and every second item has a french word in it.
„It's John by the way.”
„Huh? Oh yeah I’m Bob.”
„I know. Your apron has a name tag.” Right now Bob just wished for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
„Well John I’m not really fitted for a place like this.” For the first time this evening John looks at him fully and just huffs.
„Do you drink?”
„No, not anymore.” The waiter appears just in time and John orders them a bottle of their “best” water, whatever that means. The rude stare Bob earns from the waiter lets his blood freeze.
„Do you want me to order for the both of us?” Bob just nods helplessly and thankful that John catched the clue.
„We take the starters plate, Nr. 18, 22 and 45 and, do you want dessert?”
„No- no dessert.”
„And no desert, thank you.” Bob swallows hard and clears his throat, not really in the mood for some awkward silence.
„So since you already know what I do for work, why don’t you tell me what you do, when you are not scarring the shit out of cute baristas.”
„I work for a marketing company.” Not in sales, that is for sure Bob thinks to himself.
„And what exactly is your position?”
„I make sure that everything goes. I didn’t mean to scare you I’m just not good at-”
„Communicating?”
„Feelings.” Oh wow that was direct. Bob takes a sip from the water and is genuinely surprised because it actually tastes better than the water he usually drinks.
„Any hobbies?”
„Don’t have the time for that, what about you?”
„Same.” And there it is again, the silence. John has the decency to come up with the next question.
„Do you and your friend own the coffeeshop?”
„Kinda, her dad lended us the money. If everything keeps going on as it does now we should be able to pay it off within the next ten years.”
„And then?” That is a good question Bob hasn’t thought about before.
„I guess I will continue what I can do best.”
„You mean serving coffee?” That was rude and John seems to be able to acknowledge that too.
„Sorry that's not what I meant.”
„It's fine not everyone has trust funds and parents pushing money right into their ass.” While John thinks about what he could say to save this situation Bob does some quick math. Let's say John graduated Business School at thirty, then immediately began to work, he has some crows feet but not a lot of gray strains. Something between 38 and 45 should fit.
„When did you graduate from college?”
„John I’m a barista, do you really think I graduated? But if you want to know, I'm 29.”
„But you went. Which major?”
„Art.”
„Why didn’t you-”
„As I said, not everyone has the means but I’m very happy with where I am today.”
John wouldn’t question that, Bob always grinned from ear to ear when he worked his hands on those coffee machines, it didn’t matter how busy it was, he was always smiling. Finally the food arrives and Bob has to dig deep in the corner of his memories to figure out which of the many forks and knives to use first.
As dry as the conversation had been before the food made up for it, Bob had a hard time eating slowly instead of just shoving everything down. On the other side of the table John had problems with eating in general, the butterflies not offering a lot of space.
With a defeated sigh Bob discharges the cutlery on his plate and wipes his mouth clean with a linen napkin.
„Why are you laughing?”
„You missed something.” John's finger strokes Bob's cheek just with a trace but it is enough to send goosebumps through his body.
„Do you know where the bathroom is?”
In front of the mirror Bob splashes some cold water into his face, now comes the more unpleasant part. Of course a man like John wouldn’t take him to a fancy place like this and expect nothing in return, at least John didn’t strike him as someone rough maybe he would be happy with a blow job.
When Bob goes back to the table John is already standing and waiting for him.
„Don’t we have to pay first?”
„They have my credit card number, let's go.” John gently places his hand on the small of Bob's back, guiding him outside, Bob doesn't miss the three 100$ bills tugged under one of the glasses.
„Can I drive you home or do you prefer getting dropped off at the shop?”
„Home sounds nice.”
While Bob types his address into the navigator John wrinkles his nose probably because of the area. And of course as John takes the trouble of walking him to the front door one of the couples living in the complex start to fight.
„Sorry, that's probably not what you are used to.”
„Do you live here with, her name is Yelena right?”
„No and yes. We work well together but not under the same roof. Do you want to come inside for-”
„Can we meet again? Next wednesday?”
Bob's mouth opens just the slightest, that's definitely not what he expected from this evening.
„Yeah sure, but this time it will be on me.”
„No, it will not. Are you free at eight?”
„Six, Wednesday is our short day.” Bob leans in for a peck on John's cheek who instead takes his hand and places a tender kiss on the backside. Okay, maybe he is a hundred and sixty years old.
It takes him three whole days to convince Yelena that really nothing happened except that Bob felt humiliated to no end which wasn’t particularly John's fault. On Tuesday Yelena had the day off so Alexei was in charge of getting everything ready for the shift as soon as Bob entered the shop he was in for a surprise.
„Alexei? Did you buy these flowers?” There stood a giant bouquet, bouquet may have been an understatement, it was rather a whole field of beautiful red roses. Good they must have cost a fortune, the vase alone looks worth more than one month of Bobs wage.
„Oh no, a young man dropped them off an hour ago, they are for you.”
„Are you sure it was a young man?”
„To me everyone is young. You made a good catch, the watch he was wearing, very expensive.” That is not helping but Bob can’t help himself but to bury his nose in the flowers as often as the day allows it.
With Wednesday evening coming around the corner Bob grew more and more impatient, he should ask John for his number. He doesn't know where they are going nor does he know what he is supposed to wear. He presses out a sign of relief when he sees John only wearing a hoody and some jeans for once.
Bob was never good with cars but given the fact that this car was blue and the one he picked him up with last time was black made it easy. Maybe it's just a company car. Inside the seats smell like leather and a faint ounce of pinewood lingers in the air.
„Did you get the flowers?”
„Yes, yes of course they basically have taken over my whole apartment, thank you.” God can that man even laugh or did they take that from him at school?
„So, where are we going?”
„I hope you like movies.”
„Oh no, I’m basically the only person on this earth who doesn't. I also don’t like music by the way.”
Yes! It's only a faint raise at the corner of his mouth but it is enough of a success for Bob for now. At the cinema Bob comes to reality with the fact that he hasn’t been to one in year. Since when does one ticket cost fifteen bucks and when did a bucket of popcorn hit the ten dollar mark?!
„Which movie do you want to see?” He should pick something fitting, a rom-com perhaps but the new evil dead movie is just too tempting. It also offers a good excuse for snuggling himself against John.
Patient has never been Bob's strongest suit so half an hour or so into the movie he does just that not getting the reaction he has hoped for but that is not his own fault. He brings his mouth close to John's ear so no other guest would get robbed of the experience of hearing a man getting sawn in half. „Don’t tell me you are scared?”
John does his best to do the same. „I’m not scared.” Okay laying wasn’t definitely John's strongest suit, his hands are balled into first and a bead of sweat is clinging to his forehead. „If you want, we can leave.” The offer earns Bob nothing but a certain headshake.
Afterwards when the hall is lit up again Bob has to hide his giggle behind his hand. John looks as pale as a ghost and clearly relieved that the movie is over.
„Do you want me to come home with you to prevent you from getting nightmares?”
„No no it's fine it was just a movie after all.” Okay this man is one second away from stealing Bob's last ounce of sanity so he tries again.
„Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind keeping you company for the night.” Finally a lightbulb appears over John's head.
„I mean, if you want to. I wouldn’t mind either.” A big part of why Bob wanted to go with John was because he was curious about his living situation, he expected a bachelor apartment with just enough furniture and some corny football posters on the wall. Never in his wildest dreams would he be able to come up with this.
The elevator ride takes longer than Bob could handle resulting in him shifting from one foot to the other constantly. When John holds the card, yes a card not a key, against the door Bob is already impressed, when the door opens his jaw drops to the floor. That is not an apartment, that is a fucking plalace.
The living room is triple the size of Bob's own apartment, there are fancy paintings hanging on the walls. The couch John asked him to sit down on has zero strains and is bigger than his bed.
„I’ll be back real quick.”
„John, do you have an extra bathroom or something?”
„Of cause, either down the hallway on the left or the one attached to the guest room.”
Bob settles with the en suite of the guest room, happy to find an unopened toothbrush, toothpaste and a washcloth. Hopefully John has the decency to do the same, the last thing Bob wanted was to taste nachos with cheese again tonight.
John is still not back when Bob stands in the living room again, his eyes wandering to the gorgeous open kitchen, with not one but two islands and the coffee equipment, a lot of it to be honest.
The sound of slippers lazily dragging over the porcelain tiles catches Bob's attention, his mouth hanging open again. John just stood there but he changed from his street clothes into a set of oddly comfortable looking pajamas that manage to make him look even broader than before.
„Here I brought you some too, they are a little too big but I guess that won’t hurt?” Wait? That's what John wants to do? He just wants to go to bed?
„Thank you.” Bob takes the fabric without making a fuss but the confusion must have been written all over his face because John's eyebrows shoot up.
„You can sleep in the guest room, I can wake you tomorrow and drive you to work and before that I can make you breakfast and-”
„I uhm actually came here to sleep with you. I mean in your bed with you.”
John takes Bob's hand and pulls him with him all the way into what seems to be John's master bedroom which is just as elegantly equipped as the rest of the apartment.
The mattress gives off a light squeak as John sits down with his back in Bob's direction. Gods, the fabric of the pyjama is as soft as it looked on John.
With a clear of his throat Bob announces that he is finished and from the way John's eyes drink in every inch of the outline of his body Bob's face lits up.
„Are you comfortable?"
„How can I not?” John awkwardly shuffles under the huge blanket and holds it up as an invitation for Bob to crawl in what he lovingly does.
Good to know that he is not the only one growing hot, the heat radiating off of John is enough to power a small village.
Without overthinking it Bob clings one arm around John who stiffens even more if that is even possible. “Can I put my arm around you?”
„Are you going to ask me for my permission for everything?”
“Mostly likely.” Okay he just being direct again, there could be worse. As a response to John’s delicate hand around his shoulder Bob decides to rest his leg on John’s and initially he wanted to do more but the room is just so pleasantly quiet. John's remaining cologne lingers so sweet in Bob's nose that he just dozed off and apparently so does John.
The next morning a beam of sunlight and the sounds of birds chirping wake Bob up, making a mental note to get a Sunrise Alarm clock for himself.
Right next to it rests a prominent note.
"Sorry, emergency at work. I will make it up to you, I promise. Please call." So much for breakfast. What kind of emergency could there possibly be in marketing? In the kitchen Bob settles with some cereals and a glass of water, his thumb scrolling through his phone. He has to go within the next five minutes and none of the buses can be delayed or he will be late for work.
A knock on the front door lets him forget his misery. Is he supposed to open? Whoever is knocking is probably looking for John, not him. The knocks become louder and Bob decides to shyly open the door.
„Sir, Mister Walker sent me. I’m here to drive you to work.” The unknown man is in a suspiciously good mood for the fact that it isn’t even 9 yet.
„I need a few minutes man.”
„No problem Sir, I’m waiting in the lobby.” Without looking left and right Bob changes back into his clothes, then loads the dishwasher, makes the bed and neatly places the pyjamas on the sheets.
A few minutes into the car ride Bob can’t hold back his curiosity any longer. “Dude, are you a butler or something?”
„I prefer the term personal assistant Sir.”
„Shit sorry, makes sense, no need for the Sir stuff. Bob is just fine.” Of course the personal assistant stops right in front of the shop and opens the door so that Yelena and Alexei can get a good view of the show.
„Mister Walker also told me to hand you this.”
„Thank you but uhm. What exactly is that?” To be fair it is just a plain black plastic card so Bob's question is justified.
„That is the key to his apartment. If you happen to come by after 10 am just let the guard know your name.” Bob wants to politely decline and press the card right back into the other man's hand but he can’t, too stunned and in shock. They didn’t even kiss yet and John gave him the key to his palace apartment ?!
„Hey Bobby, are you okay? Did he do something to you?!”
„He- he gave me the keys to his apartment.” Now Yelena fell into the same state as Bob while Alexei began to laugh.
„Ah good to see that you found a sugar daddy to take care of you. And he is a hot Dilf too.”
„Dad! Do you even know what a dilf is?”
„Of course Lena, takes one to know one.”
„Right now I don’t know if I want to kill you or myself.”
„Wait. Alexei? Do you really think that's what he is? A sugar daddy I mean?”
„From what I’m seeing, Yes!” Okay that's it. Bob asks John for another meet up. He will give him the key back and put an end to this. Unfortunately life had other plans. On Saturday, their chosen day for the date Bob has to handle the shop alone. Yelena is sick and Alexei is out of state.
At first everything goes well until it doesn’t. One of the coffee machines decides to go on strike and since it is the weekend the cafe is filled to the brim the whole day. An hour before closing Bob sends John a voice mail.
"Sorry. I have to cancel today. I’m all alone and it's been hell today. I’ll call you later."
He doesn’t find the time to check his phone again after that. When the last customer is served he takes a look around. He will need at least two hours before he can go home.
With his head bowed over the register he hears the bell ring not looking up at first. “We are closed for today, please come back tomorrow, oh hey.”
„Hey, you sounded off. I just wanted to check in on you.”
„Well I had better days. Make yourself at home.” But that is not what John is doing. Instead he takes the suit jacket and the tie off, grabs the abandoned boom and begins to sweep.
„You really don’t have to do that.” Bob's statement falls on deaf ears so continuous with his own chores. With John's help the shop is as clean as a store bought after an hour. That doesn’t change the fact that one of the machines is still broken and every attempt to fix it tears more and more on Bob's nerves until he has enough and gives it a hard, frustrated smack.
„Let me see.” John shoves Bob away and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt.
„Good luck. I tried to fix that stupid thing three times today.”
Ten minutes later it is working again and Bob is equally impressed and sour about it.
„John, thank you really but I’m not in the mood for a date tonight.”
„Thats not why I came here. As I said, I just wanted to see if you need help. I can drive you home. If you want.” The emphasis on the word home makes it clear that John would have rather asked Bob if he wants to come home with him. Bob's brain tells him to let himself get driven home, give John the card and end this before it is too late his heart on the other hand…
They are not even two steps inside John’s apartment when Bob crashes his lips onto his, only stopping when he notices that John is not answering the kiss. „Sorry I thought that-”
„No it's, god you are amazing, it's just that I usually wait until the third date or longer.”
Oh that explains a lot to Bob. „You are such a gentleman but why not forget about that for tonight hm?”
With the greatest pleasure John seals the deal with another, deeper kiss, Bob can taste some sweet honey lip balm. His hands instinctively wander down to open the button of John's jacket but the blond has other plans. Bob's feet leave the ground and his legs wrap around John's hips. They don’t make it to the bedroom so the couch it is.
Slowly but steady Bob's body overheats from all the kissing so he takes his shirt off and John swallows hard,bringing his lips to the side of Bob's neck who jolts as a response.
„Looks like you are quite sensitive here.” John's soft lips get replaced with the more rough stubbles of his beard and the first moan of many slips out of Bob.
„John please, we are not some horny teenagers. Can we get to the real thing?”
A low chuckle traces Bob's skin as John moves to his collarbone, over his chest all the way down to his happy trail. „You are right. You had a hard day, let me take care of you.”
If John continues to surprise Bob so often Bob will have to wear braces at some point because again this doesn’t go the way he expected. As soon as John's hands worked the fly of his pants open and pushed them down he simply expected some light prepping but not that John would let his tongue dance around Bob's tip with short, mean, kitten licks.
Uninvoluntary Bob bucks his hips up while his hands grips the rest of the couch for dear life. John puts a quick stop to it and pins him down by the waist. „I said I will take care of you so hold still.”
Bob soaks in a deep inhale while John takes him fully, on his knees, still in that god damn suit while Bob is bare naked. His back arches almost painfully when he hits the back of John's throat. „Oh fuuuuck, John I-I.” With John taking up speed the beginning of the end began.
The lewd sounds crawling out of Bob's chest and the gag sounds from John are the only thing audible in the room, that and Bob's fingernails scratching the couch like a cat.
Faster than anticipated Bob can feel it, his muscles tensing his breath stuttering with the last bit of strength he tries to push John away who is simply not impressed and just goes on. „John if you don’t stop now I can’t I don’t want to ruin your suit.” Instead of stop, John must have heard "go faster and deeper" because that's what he is doing. Bob's tights shift from trembling to full on shaking and John secures them with his arms then Bob's hands fly from the couch to John's hair and he loses it, completely. Not only does his cum paint John's throat white the scream is loud enough that the whole city beneath them might have heard it.
Now his whole body is shaking, he is covered in sweat, his brown locks plastered to his forehead and John looks at him like he belongs in the Louvre.
„You are beautiful.” Bob highly doubts that due to his current state. Again Bob feels how he gets lifted into the air and carried to the bathroom, the water runs and lavender lingers in the air. John comes back with the pajamas from the last time. It's natural that Bob falls asleep with the warm water all around him.
When he opens his eyes the next time it is dark outside and John snores quietly next to his ear. Without looking Bob's hand finds the waistband of John's pants but gets stopped before he can slip under it.
„What are you doing?”
„I want to return the favour?” John snarls and guides Bob's hand away over his tummy. „No need for that you need sleeb.” In fact Bob does, he can’t even protest as his eyes shut close again.
This time it is John who wakes up to cold sheets beside him, to his relief he hears the cattle running in the kitchen. He announces himself with a deep yawn and a big stretch. „Good morning.”
„Morning, we have to talk.”
„What a lovely sentence to start the day.” With large steps Bob closes the distance between him and John and presses the card against his chest.
„Take it back.”
„What? Why?”
„Because I can’t do this.” It's not supposed to sound cruel yet John's smile drops, his head tilts to the side while Bob takes a couple of steps back.
„Did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted last night?”
„I did but… Can’t you see what is wrong with all of this?” John shrugs and shakes his head and he means it. He really can’t fathom what Bob's problem is.
„John, I don’t want to be your sugar baby.”
Now it is on John for letting his mouth gasp open. „Why on earth would you think that is what I want?”
„Because that's what it is! You take me out to these fancy places, you buy me stuff, hell you gave me the key to your apartment!”
„So you don’t want to be with me because of my money?”
„Exactly. I have nothing to offer you except, you know...”
„That is not true.” John lets the statement hang in the air for a second so Bob can fully process it. „It would be okay for me if you sleep in the guest room. If you would tell me that you never want me to touch you again that would be okay.”
„That doesn’t change anything.”
„Then let me ask you something. If I were to lose all my money today, would THAT change a thing?”
Bob has to swallow hard, he doesn’t have an answer. John overcomes the few steps Bob had brought between them. „I know that sounds arrogant but to me it is just money. I have enough for the rest of my life and for the next two. So is it really so bad that I want to use it to make you happy?”
„But what do you get out of it?”
„It makes me happy to see you happy. You can back out any time. I would never use it against you. You can shoot me right here, if I ever do.” John takes Bob's hand and brings it to a rest over his heart. That was cheesy to no end but Bob can’t help himself, he believes every single word, he just hopes he will not regret it.
„O-Okay.” The hug is so sudden that it almost knocks Bob to the ground. „Thank you for telling me about this but who hooked you with the idea?”
„Yelena's dad. He also called you a dilf if you want to know.”
„Hey, I’m not that old. I just turned 40. Why are you laughing?”
„Maybe you should take some time off of work and invest some money into your skincare.”
„Is it that bad?”
„Nah I like it to be honest. Let me show you.” With that Bob preps John's face in kisses until his phone rings. “I have to work. Do you want me to come over after?”
„Yes yes of course! Wait a second.” John escapes Bob tight grip and comes back with another card?
„What is that?“
“A credit card, yours to be specific.”
“You are giving me an allowance, seriously?”
„Since it has no limit it doesn’t count as an allowance I guess.”
„John, that is too much.”
„No it's not. I have a spare room for you. I want you to, do with it whatever you want.”
Before Bob can say anything John is the one grabbing his face pulling him into a deep, consuming kiss.
At work Bob is on cloud nine, that also includes his head. Throughout the whole morning he messes up one order after the order, good that the evening is more on the calm side. Yelena abuses the opportunity for a talk.
„And what happened to you Romeo?”
„What?”
„I asked if you have lost your mind completely now?!”
„Why are you so mean?”
„Because you are not yourself?”
„Sorry it's just-” Alexei strolls out from his small office joining the conversation without asking as usual.
„Don’t be so hard on him Lena, he is in love and it seems like his sugar daddy is too.”
„Ewww, dad stop.”
„Alexei, he is not my sugar daddy, he is not even that old.”
„Well, you have him wrapped around his finger. He just paid the loan.”
If any more mugs break, Alexei will have to order some new ones soon. Yelena is the first to find her voice.
„He what?!?!”
„I went through our bank statements. You two are clean. I think it would do us good to close the shop for two weeks. Getting some well deserved free time. You could visit your sister and Bobby over there can secure his new-”
„Alexei, if you say it one more time your funeral is scheduled for this month. His name is John by the way.”
„Whatever. Don’t forget to thank him!”
„Yelena I swear I didn’t know.”
„Does he make you happy?”
„Yes. And I didn’t even do anything it was him who-”
„As long as you are happy I don’t care. Tell me when that changes.”
After work he asks John's personal assistant to drop him off at the nearest mall, only one store in mind. In addition he also did a light stroll through the art supply store, the list on his phone getting longer by the minute.
The red lace set looks even better in the lightning in John's apartment but that is for later, he puts his clothes back on and positions himself in the kitchen, waiting. When John comes in Bob drops his smile, crosses his arms in front of his chest, right feet tapping on the floor.
„Heeeey, oh no. What did I do wrong this time?”
„Why?”
„What why?”
„Why did you pay off my, our, loan?” John awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his smile showing the white rows of teeth.
„Because I thought we could spend more time together?”
„So you expect me to quit my job?”
„No, god no, I just thought you could go down with the hours?”
„And do what? Take care of your apartment, have a nice warm meal ready when you come home? Bring you lunch to work?”
„I would switch to part-time, actually.”
„Congrats, you got what you wanted. The shop will close for two weeks. I have to talk to Alexei about the hours though he would have to hire someone to take-.”
„I can take care of that too!”
Bob steps are full of confidence, his eyes fixed on his target, John's lips, hovering above them. „Let me take care of you this time.”
The tip of his finger and the siren-like trance he is able to spell over John is enough to let him get directed straight to the bed. A little push and John sits on the edge, pupils dilated and the adorable faint of red on his cheeks.
„This time I have a surprise for you.” Like Bob has never done anything else in his life, he leisurely begins to take his shirt off, revealing the upper part of the lingerie. The front frames his chest, with a cute little heart dangling in the middle.
„Like what you see?” Already at a loss for words John nods dumbfounded.
„Good, here comes the best part.” Agonizingly slow Bob pulls his jeans down and John's hand shoots to his own nose, inspecting it for blood. He should have drank more water, his mouth goes dry at the sight, Bob will take care of that in a few minutes.
„Can you,” John has to clear his throat, „Can you give me a twirl?”
With a smirk Bob oblige, showing off the heart o-ring and open crotch of the panties. Something in John's brain rewires, next Bob gets tossed onto the middle of the bed and John tugs at his own clothes frenziedly, much to Bob's amusement and joy.
Fiddling at the buttons of his dress shirt Bob is more than happy to come to his rescue. As the fabric slips down. Bob takes a deep breath because he can now see the reason why it was so easy for John to carry him. He can’t decide if he wants to lick or bite, the question is taken out of his hands as John crawls over him, caging him under his strong body. The cute little tummy tickling Bob’s own slightly.
„Remember when I said you are beautiful? I take it back. You are breathtaking.”
„Nice to hear that you like it since I bought it with your money.”
„Our money.”
„What are you? A communist?"
„Can you keep your pretty mouth shut for once?”
„Make me or do we have to wait till the sixth date or even marri-”
John has enough, two of his fingers find their way into Bob’s mouth which ultimately let him go quiet. John shamelessly uses that to his advantage and attacks his neck, the soft kisses gone, this time it is all pulling and biting. Maybe John is a little more possessive than any of them would have expected.
The assault on his sensitive skin distracts Bob completely, not noticing at first that John's free hand glides higher and higher up his thigh, settling between his legs. For now he is just touching, exploring, finding all the spots that draw those sweet little moans out of him.
Then John can’t help himself anymore at this point, the panties are gone in a single motion. Bob mewling with John's fingers still in his mouth „They were brand new.”
„I buy you new ones. Shit, a full wardrobe. A new set for every day.” Quick John swirls his fingers around to collect as much salvia as possible and brings them down to Bob's hole, earning him a squeak. Deliberately choosing his index finger for now, never looking away from Bob’s face, holding himself on high alert for any expression of discomfort.
The opposite happens, his forehead furrows, eyes closing, mouth still open. „John, I need more, please.” Who was John to deny him that? The second finger was easy, the third, caused Bob's chest to heave so rapidly that John was scared for a second he would pass out, still the only thing coming out of Bob’s mouth was „More.”
„Bobby, I don’t know if that is a good idea.”
„Are you kidding me?”
„No it's just-” Clearly annoyed Bob ignores John's worry filled tone and reaches into his brief. “It's okay I don’t care about size, holy shit!”
Bob's upper body shoots up to confirm what his hand is feeling at the moment, John just looking down at him with big innocent eyes.
„You’re sure you can take it?” He is definitely not sure if he can but he will no matter the cost, maybe „John? Do you have lube by any chance?” It is quite adorable how fast John is up from the bed shuffling to one of his drawers, brief still hanging below his ass.
„I have mojito, candy apple or cookies and cream.”
„What is your fav?”
„I haven’t tried any of them, yet.”
„Then let's start with mojito.” The other two bottles land back in the drawer and John is back on him faster than he could have anticipated. John goes back to prepping after covering his fingers in the liquid much to Bob’s dismissal.
„Please John, just fuck me already.”
„Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
„If you don’t I will hurt you.” John can’t tell if Bob is determined or desperate; he caves in anyway, not able to hold himself back longer. The over-lubricator tip enters Bob and the feeling is, toes curling, back arching, intense.
„Hey, hey Bobby, you have to breathe for me okay?” Panting, open mouthed Bob tries his best as John slides in deeper and deeper. When he is fully bottomed out John panics. „Shit I forgot to put on a condom.” He has the nerve to pull out half an inch before Bob's legs wrap around him so tight that he almost falls flat on top of him. „Are you clean?”
„Of course.”
„Good I am too, now fuck me!” With a smack of his heels Bob gets John going, slow but so deep Bob could swear he feels him in his throat, nails digging deep into the flesh of John's back, leaving some nasty scratchmarks behind. „Faster.” Bob command has the opposite effect, John stills completely. „What?”
„I said fuck me, not make love to me.”
„But I do love you.” Now they are both still, not a muscle moving. “Shit sorry. I know that was too early.”
„Say that again.”
„What? That I love you?” Bob's eyes widen with so much lust that it scares John to an extent, becoming more hesitant than before but Bob is not having that. Defying all the rules of physics John finds himself under Bob, his wrist pinnied against the mattress, not getting a chance to protest. Bob rolls his hips at first which quickly turns into fast hits up and down John's cock. John is not sure what will break first, the bed or his hips. In all honesty he doesn’t care if Bob wants to have his fun he will definitely not stop him at this point.
It is only when Bob's legs begin to shake, his chest heaving unevenly he takes control. His fingers are buried on Bob's hips hard enough that it will cause bruises. “John, I’m really close, is it okay if I-” The smack to his ass offers him no other choice than to paint John's tummy white, collapsing on it as a result.
„Fuck Bobby, do you want me to come inside you?”
„Mmh.” Not able to fully believe his own luck, John wraps his arms around Bob, thrusting up like his life depends on it. His nose takes a deep inhale on the crown of Bob's hair. „You always smell so incredible, like roasted coffee and sugar.” He is not getting a response, he doesn’t need one, cracked whine is everything he needs to spend himself inside Bob's beautiful, gorgeous ass.
John tries to push Bob off but he is clinging to him like a koala, voice hoarse. „Just a little longer.” The hiccup that accompanies his words is what does it for John, allowing himself to rest and find back to himself or earth, whatever is closer.
„Did you mean it?”
„Huh?”
„Do you mean it, that you love me?”
„Well I have been called a lot of things, liar isn’t on the list. Sorry I know that was too much.”
Still dizzy, drool and probably some cum on his chin, hair wild Bob lifts up finding John's love drunk eyes. „Could be worse.”
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Yes, there could have been so much worse. Over the course of the next few weeks Bob is living THE dream life. John stayed true to his words and cut his work hours down too, usually working the morning till midday since Bob preferred to sleep in.
John took him to so many places that Bob would need a vacation from his vacation. With a single point of his finger Bob would get everything he wanted without even having to touch the credit card John gave him. It took Bob a concerning short time to take upon John's offer to move in with him, okay the air conditioning, the incredible mattress and the huge kitchen did their part too. John was overjoyed yet offered Bob to keep his own apartment for emergency cases or something.
Yes, Bob didn’t have a lot of possessions, still he wanted the few things he had moved over, so one evening he sat on the floor of his apartment screaming through a box with small figures he had to sculpt as part of his college program. The late summer weather cooked the whole city to its grounds so he left the windows and the front door open, a gullible idea.
„Yo Reynolds, long time no see.” He is not looking behind him, he knows from the foul tone that it is Ethan, the same man who offered him this apartment or rather room, without mentioning that he demands other stuff than just money.
„What do you want?”
„Oh wow, you are giving me a cold shoulder? Bolt- wait, are you moving out?”
„Kinda yes but don’t worry you will get your rent, on time from now on actually.”
„What? You hit the jackpot or something?” Better, but he wouldn’t tell him that. “Just fuck off Ethan.”
Suddenly Bob is pulled up by his shirt, Ethan close enough to him that he could smell the cigarettes and the beer he had today.
„That is not part of the deal Reynolds, remember?” He could have screamed for help but no one in this complex would have the guts to come anyway to his luck he doesn’t have to.
„Why do you have your filthy hands on my boyfriend?” John must have called it quits earlier than usual today.
„Boyfriend? Ew, Reynolds he looks old enough to be your dad.” Instead of showing any signs of fear a smug grin steals itself on Bob's face.
„One last chance, get your hands off of him.” Defeated, Ethan lets go of Bob, making his way back to the door which is still blocked by John's broad presents. Bob expected for John to offer Ethan some money, holding a bundle of cash in front of his face to shut him up not what happens next, it was Ethan's own fault that is for sure.
„You should Reynolds over here, he is a pretty nasty one.” First there is a crisp crack, followed by a ringing snap, a body landing on the ground and John holding his own fist. Ethan's lower face is covered in crimson red, tears occulting the upper half.
„You fucking bastard! Your time here is over Reynolds!” After crawling backwards, the wall helps him to stand up and he tumbles away. Bob is on John immediately inspecting the open knuckles. „I think we should go to the hospital.”
„You are not done with packing your stuff.” Bob rolls his eyes so hard he could have passed out from it. He was right though, John needed stitches. Back home he forces John down onto the couch brabbling uncontrollably. „John, I'm so sorry. I should have known better. Ethan he is, he is such an asshole.”
„What did he mean with "part of the deal"?” Bob shields himself with his own hands from John's gaze, of course he heard it.
„I don’t want to talk about it.”
„Why not?”
„I’m not in the mood to get judged.”
„I never said anything about judging, did I?” Bob takes a deep breath, John has a right to know.
„Yelena was a little more fortunate than me. Alexei knew someone who got her, her apartment, it was a little harder for me.” John's intense stare lets Bob's jaw quiver. “When I finally found one, Ethan he, he told me to do things for him or he would kick me out, so I did what he wanted.” The dam breaks and waterfalls find their way down Bob's cheeks, John offering his open arms in which Bobs throws himself gladly.
„Sorry I should have told you earlier, please don’t be mad at me.” Gentle John places circles on the small of Bob's back until the sniffles subside. „Listen, I could never be mad at you, he took advantage of your situation of your vulnerability, you are not the problem here.”
A heartbreaking sob is all Bob has left inside of him, John cupping his face now. „Why don’t we go to bed, tomorrow everything will be better, I promise.“
John was partly right, the next morning Bob felt better until he reached for his phone, he is needed at the coffee shop, the new barista is sick. Careful not to wake John he steals his way out the bed. The sound of the machine is so loud that he didn’t notice that John came into the kitchen too, almost dropping the mug when he sees him.
„Jesus, you scared me to death.” Bob got himself ready as fast as he could, the shop opening in a good hour, with a little guilt left in his chest he decided to prepare a little breakfast for John anyway. Now, he just stood there? „Is everything alright?”
„You are already wearing your uniform.” He probably means the apron Bob pulled out of the dryer a couple of minutes ago. „The new hire called in sick, they need me over there.” Two big steps are enough for John to have Bob pinned against the kitchen counter, placing soft kisses on Bob's neck, taking the mug out of his hand in the meantime. „Joooohn, If I don’t leave in ten Lena is going to kill me.”
„Good thing then that I only need five then.” Poor Bob, with a tight grip he gets turned around, pressed on the black and white marble he wants to reason with John again as his hands work on the button of his jeans but John is faster. „I bought it by the way.”
„You bought what?”
„The complex, that bastard is getting his notice via mail.” Oh shit, Bob should insist but he can’t and who can judge him for that? Instead of protesting he relaxes and waits for John to get him the way he wants him, wiggling his ass every now and then. „Ow, hey!”
„Hold still or you will be late.”
„Yeah whatever, just hurry.” The first smack was playful, the second one was far from it causing Bob to jolt forward pressing harder against the stone surface. „It’s not my fault you are waking around here like a good damn tease.” John shoves Bob's pants down to his knees, his own stopping a little below his hips. Another harsh smack lands on Bob's now bare ass. „You are always such a brat you know that?”
Bob turns his head, holding direct eye contact with John, rather spatting instead of talking. „Then do something about it.”
With the greatest pleasure John takes upon Bob's offer. His hand landing so often that the usual tender skin of Bob's asscheeks turns a pink red. A broken cry brings John to a stop thinking he went too far. „I thought you wanted to fuck meee.”
„Pfft slut.” Bob lost track of time while John was pounding into him like there is no tomorrow. „John, don’t come inside me. I don’t have the time to- oh fuck-” Its too late for that now as Bob spills onto the fabric his apron. „What was it you said?”
A small mumble is the only thing Bob manages, „asshole.” John pulls him back by a fistful of his hair doing exactly what Bob told him not to, without a trace of remorse. He pulls out way too fast for Bob's liking, hitting another smack topped with a rough squeeze. „Told you I need five, clean yourself up, I’ll drive you.”
Safe to say the shift that day was the most uncomfortable Bob ever had and he would want it any other way, except for Yelena's weird looks.
As the temperatures begin to go down so does John's mood. It gets harder and harder to get a smile out of him, the large bed becomes exclusive to cuddles and sleeping which is fine. It is on a random wednesday evening when John actively asks Bob if he could go into his art room so John could have some alone time that Bob snaps.
“What is your problem?”
„What? Nothing, I just want some alone time, maybe?”
„Maybe?”
„You tell me what is wrong now or-”
„Or what?”
„I sleep the night in my own apartment you so generously bought for me.”
„Okay okay. There is this stupid work event next weekend and I hate those. Everyone is always complaining, then getting too drunk.”
„Thats it? Why haven’t you told me?”
„Didn’t want to bother you with my borning work stuff.”
„First you can’t bother me, that is not possible, second everything you do interests me even though I only understand half of it, so.”
„So?”
„Is that an employees only thing or-”
„You would come with me?” John's eyes light up that it is painful to Bob, he can’t fathom what he did that John thought he would not go with him.
Said weekend arrived and Bob let out a gasp. The suit John got for him was otherworldly, John seemed to think the same thing biting his own bottom lip, or it was his nerves Bob couldn’t tell. „I got it tailored to your measurements.”
„How? When?!”
„With your clothes and lots of pictures, I guess I drove the tailor insane. I made the appointment after the first time you slept here.”
„Aw come here.” Smiling like the idiots they were, the kiss was more teeth than anything.
„Hey you will do amazing tonight and if you need a break there are probably some abandoned broom closet right?”
„Ha ha. Can you do me a favour Bob?”
„For you? Always.”
„Can you please not talk to other men while we're there?” Bob pressed his lips together, eyebrows furrowed.
„Not because I don’t want you to talk! It's because most men at our company are sleazy.”
„You want me to smile politely, nod and stay silent like some piece of arm candy?”
„Thas not what I mean and you know that.”
„Yes I know but I love that dumbfounded expression on your face.”
„Be careful or we’re not making it to the car.”
For once Bob kept his mouth shut, he was just too curious. When they arrive the gala is already in full swing, champagne flutes get passed around, people are dancing to the band's music. John’s fears became reality, every two minutes someone tried to steal Bob away from him to bite his ear off but Bob's arms stayed interlocked with Johns almost the whole night, almost the whole night.
Bob currently thanks the waiter for his second flute then giggles the stubbles of John's beard tickling his ear. „I have to talk to someone in private, you see that booth? I want you to sit down and decline every invention, if someone sits down next to you get up and leave.”
„Yes Sir, anything else? Do you want to put a tracker on me perhaps?”
„Its not about you, it's about them.”
„I know I know.” Bob does as he is told, after giving a kiss and a clarifying squeeze to his ass, and observes how John exits the palatial hall. He put the now empty glass down and voila someone stood at his booth. „Hey sweetheart do you mind if I sit down?”
Wow, the emerald slit dress is absolutely stunning and the long silver necklace with an equally green stone is down right beautiful, Bob takes it in as good as he can as inspiration for one of his future paintings. “Sure, sure please.” Slightly trembling Bob gestures for the woman to take a spot, afterall John only said no men.
„That is so polite of you.” The smell of licorice and citrus infiltrates Bob's nose and senses much to the woman's amusement. „And? What is a cute thing like you doing here?”
„Oh I’m a guest.”
„I could tell, I know all my employees by name and look.” She takes a sip from her drink and Bob can only blush, the realization that he is currently talking to the CEO of John's company steals the breath out of his lungs.
„Uhm I’m Bob.”
„Such a sweet name. And what do you do when you don’t attend boring work galas?”
That question was unavoidable, he could lie yet chooses the truth, he has nobody to impress anymore.
„I’m a barista actually.”
„A barista?” There is a lot more excitement in her voice than Bob would have suspected. “That is definitely something. I can’t even use my pad machine properly, I heard there are even championships. Is that true?” She hit all the right nerves. Bob begins to talk, words falling out of his mouth like a waterfall. The woman seems genuinely interested. Nodding a lot, asking some questions from time to time. The conversation got interrupted once. „Ma’am another drink for you?”
„Yes a spicy margarita and for my friend over here-”
„A cosmopolitan, please.” The waiter bows and comes back a few minutes later, setting the drink down. „Cheers to Bob, the cutest barista this world has ever seen.” Nervously Bob clicks his glass with his choking on the first slip. „God, how much alcohol do they put in here?”
„That's what these events are for. People are supposed to spill their secrets.” That is Bob's sign to tell her that he is here with John, but he can't, his mind goes blank as she drinks her spicy margarita with relish, her gaze never parting from his. The glass ended up right in front of him. „You want a taste?”
„Sure.” He is right at picking it up but she is faster, moving it up to his lips with the exact same spot she drank from, visible from the lipstick stain. He swallows a good amount down. „And? You like it?”
„It's different but it tastes good, yes.” Her hand is so sudden on his knee that he presses them together in surprise. „Maybe you and I can take this conversation somewhere more private?”
„Wait, I have to tell you something. I’m not-” Too late, a shadow appears of them both paired with a frustrated but at the same time curious voice. „What do we have here?”
„Hey John, I was just having a little talk with Bob over here.” She might be everything, she is not stupid, reading the looks Bob and John give each other right instantly. “I see you two already know each other? He told me he is here as a guest.”
„He is my companion, yes.”
„Ah that explains why you weren’t as grumpy as usual when we have these types of events.” Bob attempts a laugh, John's death stare lets it die in his stomach. John is not waiting for an invitation and lets himself fall on Bob's free side.
“Bobby, I hope you behaved well next to the CEO.”
„Oh he did but don’t take away your own spotlight. Co-CEO. There is a reason both our names are in the company papers.”
„Interesting. John never mentioned before that he is one of the CEO’s.” Doesn’t matter when, they will have a talk about this and John dreads it already.
„Yeah, that's a classic John. So you two are-?”
„Boyfriends, Ava.” There is some genuine joy on Ava's face. „Then I don’t want to be between you two lovebirds any longer.” Bob is quick at grabbing her wrist. „Please, stay,” He turns his head around shooting John his best puppy eyes and that pout that drives John crazy every time, the one he can’t say no to ,“We had so much fun.”
John offers her a head nod to sit back down which she gladly accepts now pressed close to Bob. „I was just suggesting we could take this "Fun" somewhere more private. What do you say John? Your apartment? like in the good old days?”
A question mark appears over Bob's head, John shifting closer too, now sandwiched between the two. He can’t tell which hand flies between his legs, he doesn’t care honestly but the contact lets him squirm nonetheless. „Well, I think Bobby is the one to decide that.”
Ava's delicate hand tucks one strand of hair behind his ear. „What are you saying sweet boy?” One last approving nod from John is all he needs to shake his head up and down frantically. Not paying much mind to what Ava could mean with "the good old times".
„Wow John, I see you finally grew out of your football poster phase. You have to tell who the artist is, I need one for myself.”
„You are standing right next to him.” The pride in John's voice lets Bob's heart melt and his face heat up to an extent that he may need an ice pack. „Oh, really? Bobby? You painted them? They all look amazing, you have to paint something for me in the future.”
„Already on my list.” Like the place belongs to her, Ava walks to the bedroom waiting for John and Bob to follow who are still standing frozen in their spots. „Are you guys coming or do I have to do everything myself?”
Ava doesn’t need to say it twice. As if it unlocked something inside their brains they stumble after her. She makes herself comfortable on the armchair in the corner. John sits down on the bed and Bob?
Bob fumbles with the button of his jacket, not sure what he is supposed to do or say. “Ain’t you the cutest little thing ever, come here.” She pats her knee and Bob follows it blindly, cautious to not put too much weight in one place. In a swift motion the jacket ends up on the floor, her arm wrapped around his waist tightly.
„How did the talk with Jefferson went?”
„You know how he is. Always thinks he knows what's best for the company.”
„He doesn't even know what's good for himself, I heard the start up he invested in failed, miserably, lost all his shares, he can be grateful if they keep him out of the lawsuit.” While talking slowly but steady Ava opens the buttons of Bob's button up, one after the other. Bob can’t help it, every time only the smallest part of her skin meets his, he squirms.
„Ssh pretty boy, hold still while we talk, can you do that for me?” Bob nods frantically knowing fully well he will not be able to keep that promise long. He holds out until the shirt is completely open and Ava tugs one of his nipples between her fingers. She is not doing anything, the contact is enough.
„And John? How long have you two cuties- Hey Bobby, I told you to hold still didn’t I?”
„Sorry sorry, It’s just,it feels so good.” Bob is already a mewling, flushed mess at this point and Ava seems very pleased about that.
„You are such a good boy, apologizing to me, let me give you something to do okay?
Next the hard marble floor bruises Bob's knees, a pain he takes gladly for what he has in front of him now, no panties to block his way.
„Did you get the contract done with Malroy?”
„Yes of course, he will be an excellent shareholder, I would never question your judgment with picking the right people.” Ava takes a deep breath, relaxing as Bob's tongue dancing between her legs. „He is just as good as you John, maybe a little better.”
Bob can hear a distant huff but that's all. He gets so lost between Ava's legs that he doesn’t notice when John stands up to get the lube and hand it over to her. When she pulls him up by his tie a whine echoes through the room.
„Hey, don’t be greedy, okay?” John's hands pull his pants and briefs down in one go and to his own surprise he turns even redder. „Oh my god, you are perfect from head to toe.”
She tugs on the tie again and he falls on her lap, between her thighs. „Lets get you ready pretty boy, John looks like he is about to tear this whole place apart.” Bob basically purrs against her neck, placing soft kisses on the even softer skin.
While Ava works her lubed fingers down to Bob hole, John takes his suit off, his gaze fixed on Ava who clearly enjoys the ongoing show. The jolt in her lap pulls her out of it only paying it a satisfied laugh. This was wildly different from when John prepped him because last time he checked John didn’t have french nails.
„Feels good, pretty boy?” As a response he wraps her arms around her, hiding his face in the crock of her neck. After what felt like hours Ava takes his face in her hands, searching for discomfort, finding total bliss instead. Her lips on his taste like the spicy margarita she drank early and a faint mint. When she parts them again a thread of saliva connects them. „Ava, I think if we don’t start now he is going to come in your lap.”
„And we can’t have that can we?” John takes Bob up by his armpits to give Ava the chance to stand up. She glides the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric landing with a quiet thud. “You look as ravishing as always.”
„I know.” She lays down on the bed, spreading her legs and Bob stops breathing altogether, John does too if we are being honest here. A smack to his ass gets him going. “Do you. Do you want me to take it off for you?”
„Don’t hold yourself back.” It takes Bob embarrassingly long to unclip Ava's bra, when he finally makes it it joins the other discharged clothes. Bob tugs at his tie but Ava playfully swats his hand away. “The tie stays on pretty boy.”
„Bobby, don’t be rude, give the lady what she wants.” It's not like he has a choice, John is right behind him pushing his hips forward. „Oh god.”
„Ava is enough.” With all the strength he can muster he grabs the headboard like a vice sinking down deeper and deeper. If it was upon him he would just stay like this, forever, John however has other plans. Bob's head shoots up as John pushes in from behind, normally he goes slow, offering him time to adjust, not this time. In the blink of an eye he buried to the hilt, no air left in Bob's lungs. He thought that would be it, that John starts to move and physics would do the rest, well he thought wrong.
„Come on Bobby, move, show our guests what you are made of.” It's mean and cruel, none of them move one inch, patiently waiting for Bob to do something. Ultimately he does, pushing back first, then thrusting forward, the lewd sounds of fluids and skin meeting skin filling the room.
Ava pulls at the tie and wraps it around her hand, giving Bob even less space to move. „You are doing so good for us pretty boy, don’t stop.”
„Trust me Ava he can’t. Ain’t that right Bobby?” John's hand finds its way under Bob's chin and forces it back for a kiss that is more tongue than anything. Bob's legs tremble, his breath is uneven and John just knows he is close, who can blame him? With everything that happened within the last hours all three of them are. Once again, this time with incredible force Ava pulls at the tie causing Bob to fall on her, his face right between her tits.
John is giving it his all, pushing Bob down by his hips, setting for a brutal and relentless pacing making sure that Ava feels the impact too. She gently strokes Bob's hair who seems to have entered another galaxy, drooling uncontrollably on Ava's chest. „Fuck John, do you always spoil him so much?”
A little out of breath John stutters. „Worse. I can’t. I can't say no. To him. Never.” A guttural, animalistic groan escapes his throat. „Fuck, are you two ready? I’m not sure if I can hold back any longer.”
With a smirk on her lips Ava pulls Bob's asscheeks further apart, John simply loses it then, painting the inside of Bob's ass white, something he will never get tired of. Bob waited patiently till John was done using the last bit of his willpower to thrust into Ava again and again. „Mmh it's okay Bobby you can come with me okay?”
A single tear rolls down his cheek as he lets go and Ava digs her nails into his back, rolling her hips a little longer to roll her own high out. The sting of her nails disappears and the tender strokes of her flat hand replaces it.
The next morning Bob feels sore, completely utterly sore. Eyes still closed he rolls to the side finding John's warm chest, his other hand searching for Ava but the left side of the bed is cold. A disapproving murmur is what wakes John up, pulling Bob into a bear tight hug. „Sorry she is not really the commitment type, are you okay?”
Bob hums again nuzzling into his side. „Breakfast? Pleeeeeease?”
„Cause honey.” A quick kiss to his nose and John drags Bob with him to the kitchen. The toaster and the coffeemaker gave off a slight buzz. Suddenly they both jump, their faces growing pale like they have just seen a ghost.
„What?” One towel dries her body while she uses the other for her hair.
„Ava? You are still here?”
„Did you really think I would leave my ex-husband and his cute barista boyfriend without getting a coffee first?”
No horror movie could portray what John was going through right now, Bob turned around slowly, eyeballs dangerously close to popping out of his skull.
„Ex-husband?!?!?” John pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen, it was right after school and we went to Vegas. The chapel was supposed to be fake. We didn’t even have rings.”
„One of us wore a dress tough and it wasn’t me.”
„No.”
„Do you want to see the picture Bob?”
„Abso-fucking-lutely.”
„Thanks Ava, I will never hear the end of this.”
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