Shit, shit, shit. The ride to Jimmy’s was taking too long. My lips were swollen and tingling, my skin on fire.

My stomach was in knots and my palms sweaty. I could feel it on my forehead and back, too, but that was embarrassing and already I was just a half second away from pulling the car over, so I decided not to focus on that too hard.

Jimmy drove quickly, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He glared out the windshield, refusing to look toward me. I watched him unabashedly.

It took a lot of self-control, and all of my self-preservation, to not throw myself across the small space. The tension in my shoulders, my stomach, had spent the entire day building and building and it was at the dam—it was about to burst. I was about to burst.

I hadn’t even meant to cross the space in the bar. I didn’t expect to see Jimmy there, hadn’t even considered it a possibility, and seeing him across the room had been the rubber band snapping. I probably shouldn’t have crossed the room.

I was so incredibly glad I did.

It took a few minutes circling the block, his jaw tightening and a string of curses falling quietly from his lips, but eventually Jimmy pulled his car into a parking spot. The second he turned the key, he was spinning towards me, a hand fisted in my coat collar and tugging me toward him.

He kissed with the same intensity that he had outside of the bar, the scrape of his teeth and push of his lips intoxicating. He tasted like beer and mints and my hands found their way back into his hair. I tugged hard, swallowing his groan down.

I broke away, watching the way his green eyes flooded black and his chest heaved. He looked dangerous. The streetlamp created shadows on his face, leaving him half shrouded. His hands slid until they were on my neck, the fingers curling around. I let him hold me still as his gaze flickered across my face.

“Dean,” his voice was a warning and something else, something closer to a plea, all at once. It was the edge of a knife that could fall on either one of us. The way he said my name was a straight burst of heat down through me. His tongue swept across his bottom lip, his eyes focused on my lips for a second, before he tore them away. “I’m going to invite you in. If you come in—”

He cut himself off. His eyes fell back to my lips.

I swallowed hard. We had already crossed the point of no return; I could have forgotten the way Jimmy looked sleepy and barefoot in my apartment. I couldn’t forget the way he trembled against my mouth. I was a good man, but I wasn’t a strong one.

I closed the space between us and kissed him again. “Jim,” I said. “Let’s go in.”

He looked at me hard and then, pulling away, grinned wide. I grinned back.

The climb up to Jimmy’s fourth floor walk-up took no time at all, both of us climbing it two steps at a time. Once, we stopped so that I could press him against the wall in the stairwell, my lips sucking a bruising mark at the bottom of his neck. He made soft, keening sounds that were going to be the death of me. It was an incredible way to go.

He shoved me away with a heated look and kept climbing.

By the time we made it to his apartment, I was out of breath and itching to get out of my clothes—itching to get him out of his.

He barely had the door unlocked before we were spilling into the room. I had my hands around his waist and my lips back on his neck instantly.

The hard scrape of his five o’clock shadow against my lips sent tingles down my spine, the breathy, rooted sounds he was making heating the room. I shoved his coat and jacket off in one go, taking a half step away to let the material fall without pulling my lips away from him.

His head flew back, exposing the long column of his neck to me, and I bit at the sharp jut of his collarbone. He let out a gasp and groaned.

“Dean,” he said. I hummed in response, letting my tongue sooth over the bite mark, sucking lightly on it again. He repeated my name again and again, a chant that neither of us seemed capable of breaking.

When I was satisfied with that bruise, I moved over to the other side of his neck. I slid one hand into his hair, tugging his head until there was room for me to slick a stripe under his jaw. My other hand flew out to the wall behind him, crowding him until he was pressed against the closed door.

Jimmy’s hands fell to my waist and he started undoing the buckle of my belt. I hissed at the accidental swipe of his knuckles against me and nipped at his skin in retaliation.

He pulled back and looked at me. With my head ducked down to his neck, he was a little bit taller than me, staring down at me with wide eyes. I slowly pulled myself back to my full height and watched his head start to crane up to meet my eyes.

The red and purple bruises on his neck were bright and so gorgeous I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a hard kiss against his mouth. He kissed me back quickly and just as harshly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he licked his way into my mouth.

As we kissed, he pushed my coat off, letting it fall to the floor. Our hands clashed as we tore at the buttons of our shirts. He got mine undone first, his long fingers popping the last one before scraping his nails against my abdomen as he slid up to my shoulders, pushing until my shirt and jacket met my coat on the floor.

We pulled apart long enough to get his shirt off, yanking the undershirt over the top of his head. His hair stood up in a thousand wild, spiky curls. I felt dizzy with want. Dark eyes and swollen lips, his bare chest, his incredible jaw and neck peppered with my marks—I was already throbbing hard and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

We didn’t bother with turning the lights on. Grabbing my hand and led me through the dark apartment until we made it to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and we toed out of our shoes quickly. He gently pushed on my chest, the back of my knees hitting his bed.

I fell and pulled him down with me.

He hovered above me, his hands placed on either side of my head, our chests barely touching. He grinned down at me, a bright, sharp thing.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, running his nose against the side of my jaw. He kissed lightly at the juncture before sliding his lips against mine. I kissed back desperately, following with my mouth when he pulled away. He continued, “Been trying not to. But you are—particularly distracting.”

I narrowed my eyes. I was distracting? He was the one who came into my office, not once, but three separate times, all bright eyes and hard looks. He was the one that slid his hand over mine in the bar.

If I was distracting, it was only because I was distracted by him. I told him as much, shifting until my leg was between his. His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a trembling breath when my hips pressed against his hardness, lining us up. I used his distraction to flip us around, watching his head bounce off the pillow as he laid flat on his back, surprised. I crawled up his body, my legs straddling his waist. I slid his belt off and popped the button of his slacks while he watched me, mouth wide and eyes narrowed.

“How about we stop thinking, then?” I suggested, the question answered by the slide of his zipper and the choking sound he let out.

He nodded rapidly. “Yes,” he said, “yes, please.”

I ducked down to kiss him again, briefly, before sliding down the bed farther.

I pressed light kisses across his chest, nipping and licking at the exposed skin. When I made it to his hipbones, I bit lightly at them, soothing it with a sweep of my tongue. I glanced up at him as I leaned back on my heels, tugging his pants and boxers down in one quick glide. His hand fisted in the sheets, his eyes tightly closed.

I sat back on my heels, just watching him for a moment.

This day was really turning out differently than I expected.

Though the room was dark, he was easy enough to make out. The thin, sharp lines of his body against the dark sheets took my breath away. He was pale, like I remembered, his body well-defined. The muscles across his body were lean, his thighs trembling with anticipation. His lips were a shiny, kiss-swollen red, and his teeth were sinking into the bottom lip.

Jimmy shifted, and I nearly groaned as my eyes darted down. The sheet twisted in both of his hands, and his hips kept lifting and falling in small, desperate movements. His cock was hard, the thick long band of it curled up against his stomach. The tip was a dark, flushed red, leaking already against his skin.

I thought about it for half a second before sliding down and swallowing him whole.

His eyes flew open and he let out a strangled, “Oh my God!” His hands flew to my head and his fingers entwined in my hair. He didn’t push or pull, but just held a firm grip, as if he was holding on for his life.

I rolled my tongue over his slit, gathering the taste of him and groaning around him. His hips jutted up without abandon. I stared up at him, watching as he bit down hard on his bottom lip and stilled his body. It looked like it took a lot of effort. I grinned around him.

Then, when he was still, I went to work.

I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue and lips working in tandem to glide across him. He was rock hard, leaking into my mouth as he let out little grunts and sighs. I relaxed my throat, careful to cover my teeth with my lips, and slid down as far as I could. When my nose brushed against the dark, curly hairs at the base of his cock, I swallowed lightly, flattening my tongue and sweeping it slow.

He cursed again, his grip on my hair nearly painful now. It was a chanting of my name, and fuck, and holy hell please, and a litany of praises. The low scrape of his voice coupled with the thick weight of his cock in my mouth was too much to take. I swallowed again and again, feeling him harden more and more, his grip too tight, his voice gravel and sin against my skin.

I pulled off of him with a pop, licking a stripe up his underside and grinning at the holy fuck, Dean! that he hissed out. His hands fell from my hair and fisted back into the sheets as I pulled away a little. I undid the button on my pants and slid down the zipper, my whole body fighting against electric sparks when his eyes widened and he let out a hard, sharp yes!

When my hand slid into my boxers and pressed against my aching cock, I nearly choked at the relief. I slid myself out and when Jimmy groaned at the sight, my cock twitched in my hand. Grasping myself, I slid my thumb across the slit, smearing the pre-cum and using it to pump myself once, twice, and shit, oh, god, and—

Jimmy’s hands moved to his own twitching, neglected cock and when his fingers went to curl around himself, I swatted his hand away and sank back down, lips stretching as he filled my mouth. His hips thrust up and I moaned around him, pumping myself in my fist.

Jimmy stopped moving after a second, just clenching his eyes and chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck”.

I pulled off again, just a little, and swept my tongue across the head, curling around it. “Fucking move, Jimmy,” I said, and his head threw back, his face smashed half in the pillow.

His hips thrust again, this time not stopping, lifting and rising off the bed in fast, eager movements. I swallowed him down and tried to match his motions with the bobbing of my head, but he was erratic, and as I fucked into my hand, I was becoming erratic too. All I could feel was white hot pleasure shooting through my entire body, my spine and toes and fingertips nearly numb with the feeling. He was hot in my mouth and my hand was slick with my own pre-cum and I could hear his gasping breaths and low, growling words like fingernails against my skin. He had one hand on my shoulder, a firm grasp that shot electricity from his fingertips and into my bloodstream.

Fire built in the pit of my stomach, a heat so intense I was half convinced I would be burnt. It stole my breath and my heart was slamming in my chest and all I could see were the stars against my black vision and hear him saying my name over and over and over again and then his fingernails were digging in my skin—oh, God, Dean, I’m—please, I’m going—and then he let out the most delicious, velvet sound and he was fucking into my mouth without abandon and when he came, he held himself stiffly, frozen, and I was swallowing him down, his taste coating my tongue.

I sucked him down until he was limp against the bed and going softer in my mouth. I pulled off, licking him clean, his soft whimpers goddamn music. My own hips were stuttering against my hand. I sat up, leaning back on my heels again as my head fell to the side, hand and hips trying to work together.

Jimmy moved, looking boneless, his eyes still wide and breath still panting, until he was sitting up on his knees. He grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me toward him. His eyes flickered across my face.

“Jesus,” he hissed, and then he was kissing me. His tongue was in my mouth, chasing the taste of himself, our teeth clashing and his other hand was on top of mine, holding tightly as I fucked up into our hands. Everything was just a bit too far away, a bit too much, a bit not enough, and I was barely kissing him now, my mouth wide open and chest heaving desperately. Jimmy bit down on my bottom lip and his thumb swiped across the head of my dick and it wasn’t far away—everything shattered in me and against me all at once.

I spilled over our fists, Jimmy eagerly swallowing my moans down as he continued to jack me through.

When it was done, my bones felt like air and my vision was spotty. I let my head fall to his shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Fucking hell, man,” I said. It sounded gruff, and breathless, all at once.

I felt more than heard him laugh. The hand that had been on the back of my neck slid up. His fingers carded through my hair slowly, the gentle scrape of his nails doing nothing to help my relaxing muscles.

“Yes,” he agreed after a minute. As incredible as the low timber of his voice was to hear, it was twice as amazing to feel. “I would agree.”

Slowly, he pulled at me until we were both lying on the bed. He used the sheets to clean off his own hand, and then mine, before swiping at my exposed skin. “I’m going to sleep now,” he murmured. The dirty sheet was tossed to the other side of the bed. “Would you like to stay?”

My heart slammed against my chest. Fuck, I wanted to. The urge to crawl under the covers with Jimmy and forget about the rest of the world itched at my skin.

But it was still pretty early. And we both had work in the morning—and, fuck, I had forgotten, even if it was only for a little bit, who we were to each other. About the situation we were in and—

Jimmy’s hand rested on my cheek. It was a soft, intimate gesture, broken up only by the hesitation on his face and the wrinkle between his brows. “Can we wait to worry about it until tomorrow?”

I relaxed against his hold immediately. I ignored that I was practically nuzzling him. “I have to go,” I said. He stiffened and I barreled forward quickly, correcting, “I need to get my car and, well, I can’t really go to work tomorrow like this.”

Jimmy cracked a smile. “Fair.” He stretched across the bed, arms raising and toes curling. He seemed entirely unconcerned that he was completely naked. I was very thankful for that. He lolled his head toward me and smiled. It was a big, gummy smile that looked as genuine as it did handsome. “Show yourself out. I’m sleeping.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. I redid my pants up and frowned. “Any idea where my shirt went?”

Jimmy frowned but made no show of looking around. “Nope. Good luck.”

“You’re terrible.” I shook my head. He lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug.

Eventually, I found all my clothes and redressed. “It’s not far to my car. I’ll walk there.”

Jimmy frowned. “Wait, are you sure? I forgot about that. I can drive you.” He made a move to stand and I shot my hand out, grabbing his shoulder to stop him.

“No, definitely not a problem.” I sat down on the bed, loosening my grip on his shoulder. With a burst of courage, I closed the space between us and kissed him once lightly. “I’ll, um. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, you will.” Jimmy grinned. It was something between the gummy, happy smile, and the sharp wicked smirk. It was undoubtedly going to be my undoing. Then he added, “Sir.”

I fled from the apartment before I did something dumb—or, well, dumber than I already had.

I made it back to my car with only one thought in my head, the same one that had been going through me since I met Jimmy a few days ago: what the hell had I gotten myself into?