"Do you want to ? If you want to then it’s okay with me.
Yeah? Well, I just want to make you happy. So, I think we
should just drop this depressing conversation and go do
"I’d love to be your friend and suck your dick, so, yeah. Lets go do something that’ll make both of us happy. Like, get ice cream or something."
Damien can’t help but sort of frown and let out a sigh of defeat.
The boy is chewing on his lower lip because he’s not sure what
he should say. “..—— Friends with benefits, huh? I guess —- yeah,
I guess we could do that.”
"I mean, only if you want to. I don’t wanna make you agree to something you don’t wanna do. I just — wanna make you happy."
"It did mean something, I think. I just don’t want to lead you on, you
know? But I like you. —- I’m confusing you, I know, I’m sorry. It’s not
easy trying to explain something when you’re confused about it.”
Jace let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m kind of annoying so I’ll be sticking around for a long time. You’ve got plenty of time to figure out your feelings. Even if you don’t like me that way we could just be friends with benefits until you find someone better.”
"It was — yeah, I’m sorry. I guess, I don’t know." And now he’s
shifting his weight on to his other foot. “We can still like —-
we can do it again if you want to, no strings attached.”
"You’ve got no reason to be sorry. I guess I just get attached to people easily, it’s not a big deal. Uh, yeah, I guess. If you wanted to, of course. I’m not a very good fuck, though."
❛ i get that we hooked up that one time but —- it didn’t
mean anything, okay ?? well, it didn’t mean anything
"Oh," Jace murmured, eyes casting downward as he shifted awkwardly. He scratched at the back of his neck and sighed, nodding. "Right. Of course. Sorry. It was stupid to think it meant anything."
Another whine, quite loud this time now that he isn’t being choked by Shane. Not Jeremy minded, he loved the feeling of a cock in his mouth. And he loved pleasing other people even more, so he continued stroking Shane, flicking his thumb over his leaking tip every few seconds. “I’ll do whatever you say.” He purred, nudging his nose at Shane’s length.
Shane’s thighs were twitching as he watched Jeremy flick his thumb over the tip of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, oh — s-shit, I’m gonna come,” He whined, jutting his hips up helplessly. His lips parted, jaw dropping as his eyes screwed shut tightly and his eyebrows furrowed together as he came, gasping and moaning Jeremy’s name. He slumped back into the seat, his breath coming out in hot pants as he stared over at Jeremy. He pulled the keys out of the car and handed them to the blonde. “Want you upstairs on my bed completely naked. Lay on your back and touch yourself for me, yeah? I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
All Ace could do now was shrug, let him do what he was going to do. He knew that if the two caused any commotion, he was bound to be caught with someone there after hours, and that would result in nothing but his step mothers yelling and earning the look from his father. It’d happened a few times before, and he vowed to deny anyone service if they’d come in when the sign clearly said closed, but how could he refuse someone who was shivering and soaked? He couldn’t. “Making burgers isn’t messy,” He turned back to the sink, sticking his hands in the warm water. “You need a place to sleep?” He questioned over his shoulder, the tone of his voice never faultering, staying the same the whole time.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. But I don’t wanna intrude or anything. I’m probably just gonna wait for my clothes to dry and then get going. If that’s okay with you." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, gulping thickly. "So, you work here and live here? I mean, I’m just assuming cause I only saw two cars outside. And… I guess one could’ve been yours but, you got clothes before so I kind of just answered my own question," He sighed, running his hands over his face. "Ace?" He asked, tapping his fingers against his knee gently as he looked over at him. "Can I have some water? If it’s not too much trouble."
❝ That was a brojob, and tonight’s gonna consist of me fucking you and vice verse. —— I promise I won’t leave, baby. Let’s go, yeah? ❞ He laced his fingers with Nate’s before steering him past the bar, chucking twenty-five bucks to the bartender who gave the pair of them a nod and a knowing glance. Troye practically rushed them up the stairs, already unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans.
Nate followed quickly behind him, fumbling with the button on his jeans. He unbuttoned them and unzipped them, tugging them down his thighs as they made their way into a room. Nate kicked his shoes off, tugging his jeans down and kicking them off too. “Do you wanna fuck me, Troye? I mean, I kind of just threw this all on you without really asking and yeah you said you did before and you said you’d date me but — do you want to now?”
"Stop apologizing, kid." Ace shook his head, beginning to disregard all of the sorry’s that came after that last one. He honestly didn’t care, well—he sort of did, but the restauarant got lonely after hours, so visitors were sometimes——sometimes welcome. As long as they weren’t completely drunk off of their asses. Ace turned the faucet on, letting the plates rinse as he turned his attention back to the male who’s hair was totally drenched. "Ace. One letter off," He shrugged, his joke not having much of an impact because of his nonchalant attitude. Momentarily, he looked away, but when he looked back he was just in time to see the marks on the males stomach, although he didn’t say anything—for now—it wasn’t his place. “Hey, no, it’s my job to clean up. You can just sit down, want somethin’ to eat?”
Jace shifted slightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looked around. Spotting the paper towels, he reached out and grabbed one or two before kneeling down to wipe up the water on the floor. “I know, but — I could help. Everyone needs a little bit of help sometimes,” He offered, standing up and tossing the paper towels in the garbage. He sat down on a stool and looked over at Ace, a tiny smile forming on his lips. His stomach rumbled causing his cheeks to heat up. Eating sounded amazing, but Jace was trying to cut down again. He’d recently passed 100 on the scale and he wasn’t too fond of it. It’s been seventy six hours, fifty one minutes and eighteen seconds since his last meal (and yes, he’s been counting). “I’m good, thank you. I’m not really hungry. Plus you’re cleaning up, it doesn’t make sense to cook and then have to clean again.”