a stool to the left strumming the tune on his guitar and the other standing at the microphone belting out the song. God and what a voice, not to mention the rest of him. Jeff raised his hand to his face to make sure his jaw wasn’t hanging open.
Tall, lean and dark just like he liked them.
His thick black hair was brushed back, revealing dark brows over dark eyes, a couple of days past a o’clock shadow dusted his jaw and a full mouth made for sin.
His clothes molded to his body as if they’d been custom made from the snug but well-worn jeans to the white long sleeved shirt with only one button fastened. A far cry from his own nearly regulation appearance.
“That boy is hot and he damn sure knows it.” Will shook his head and headed to a booth not far from the stage. “Come on I’ll buy you a beer while you wipe the drool from your chin.”
He wanted to say something smart back to Will but truth be told he had been damn near staring with his tongue hanging out and his dick working up a tent in his pants. Better to let it drop and take a few minutes to cool down. This kind of quick reaction wasn’t his normal style.
Jeff took the bench that gave him the best view of the stage. Like it or not, he wasn’t done checking out the singer by a long shot.
“What’ll you have? I’ll go over to the bar and fetch it.”
“Just a Bud for now.” He reached for his back pocket to throw a few bills at Will.
“Nah, I’ll get this round, you can get the next.” Will sauntered toward the crowded bar in the center of the room.
He turned his attention back to the stage and caught Finn looking in his direction.
He liked the way the name rolled off his tongue. Not one to be embarrassed about staring he held his gaze, soaking in the unmistakable heat being aimed in his direction.
Sure he was probably playing up to the song but it didn’t hurt to entertain a quick fantasy or two about that mouth and bod being interested.
Jeff resisted the urge to adjust himself, letting the zipper dig into the soft flesh of his cock a little while longer. He’d been nursing the need to fuck for a long time now and the whole point of tonight was to set it free and get it out of his system for a while. Then he could get back to his job and focus on something else.
“Here you go.” Will handed over a beer and slid into his seat, angling sideways so he too could check out the stage and the surrounding tables. “Got a good crowd tonight. Not surprising though, Finn does draw more than the usual suspects.”
Jeff lifted the bottle and tipped it to his lips, only half hearing what Will had to say.
Will was definitely not his type and he didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
Finn’s voice rose on the last few words of the song, flinging his hair back and squeezing his eyes shut to finish. When the crowd roared its approval, Jeff got his first look at the gorgeous smile and wicked dimple that sealed the deal.
He wanted one wicked Irish singer for the night.
Jeff shifted in his seat when they announced the band would take a thirty-minute break. He’d give Finn a few minutes and then he’d see about making a move. The least he could do was introduce himself. He fought back the smile playing at the corner of his lips as he took another swig of beer.
“You seem awful happy with yourself all of a sudden. Like a man with a plan.”
More like his dick had a plan and wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Not a big deal.”
“Uh huh.” Will smiled and waved at someone across the room. “Well, don’t look now but here’s your chance.”
Jeff turned and Finn walked up to the booth and slid in next to him. He didn’t know whether to throttle Will or kiss him in gratitude, the fucker.
“Hey Will, what’s up tonight?” Finn twisted the top off his water and chugged it.
He sucked in a breath at the expanse of his neck; the sudden urge to bite overpowered him. Fresh blood pulsed into his dick and he was damned
Tall, lean and dark just like he liked them.
His thick black hair was brushed back, revealing dark brows over dark eyes, a couple of days past a o’clock shadow dusted his jaw and a full mouth made for sin.
His clothes molded to his body as if they’d been custom made from the snug but well-worn jeans to the white long sleeved shirt with only one button fastened. A far cry from his own nearly regulation appearance.
“That boy is hot and he damn sure knows it.” Will shook his head and headed to a booth not far from the stage. “Come on I’ll buy you a beer while you wipe the drool from your chin.”
He wanted to say something smart back to Will but truth be told he had been damn near staring with his tongue hanging out and his dick working up a tent in his pants. Better to let it drop and take a few minutes to cool down. This kind of quick reaction wasn’t his normal style.
Jeff took the bench that gave him the best view of the stage. Like it or not, he wasn’t done checking out the singer by a long shot.
“What’ll you have? I’ll go over to the bar and fetch it.”
“Just a Bud for now.” He reached for his back pocket to throw a few bills at Will.
“Nah, I’ll get this round, you can get the next.” Will sauntered toward the crowded bar in the center of the room.
He turned his attention back to the stage and caught Finn looking in his direction.
He liked the way the name rolled off his tongue. Not one to be embarrassed about staring he held his gaze, soaking in the unmistakable heat being aimed in his direction.
Sure he was probably playing up to the song but it didn’t hurt to entertain a quick fantasy or two about that mouth and bod being interested.
Jeff resisted the urge to adjust himself, letting the zipper dig into the soft flesh of his cock a little while longer. He’d been nursing the need to fuck for a long time now and the whole point of tonight was to set it free and get it out of his system for a while. Then he could get back to his job and focus on something else.
“Here you go.” Will handed over a beer and slid into his seat, angling sideways so he too could check out the stage and the surrounding tables. “Got a good crowd tonight. Not surprising though, Finn does draw more than the usual suspects.”
Jeff lifted the bottle and tipped it to his lips, only half hearing what Will had to say.
Will was definitely not his type and he didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
Finn’s voice rose on the last few words of the song, flinging his hair back and squeezing his eyes shut to finish. When the crowd roared its approval, Jeff got his first look at the gorgeous smile and wicked dimple that sealed the deal.
He wanted one wicked Irish singer for the night.
Jeff shifted in his seat when they announced the band would take a thirty-minute break. He’d give Finn a few minutes and then he’d see about making a move. The least he could do was introduce himself. He fought back the smile playing at the corner of his lips as he took another swig of beer.
“You seem awful happy with yourself all of a sudden. Like a man with a plan.”
More like his dick had a plan and wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Not a big deal.”
“Uh huh.” Will smiled and waved at someone across the room. “Well, don’t look now but here’s your chance.”
Jeff turned and Finn walked up to the booth and slid in next to him. He didn’t know whether to throttle Will or kiss him in gratitude, the fucker.
“Hey Will, what’s up tonight?” Finn twisted the top off his water and chugged it.
He sucked in a breath at the expanse of his neck; the sudden urge to bite overpowered him. Fresh blood pulsed into his dick and he was damned
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