Bank Shot: Bank Deposit (LoveFest Entry # 1)
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Rating: R for smex. Light kink, light bondage, and enough public lewdness to create a disturbance if discovered.
Summary: Jack is a security guard at a bank. Ennis is a customer who has a safety deposit box at the bank. What did the security cameras see? This is one of three parts.
A/N: I set out to write something dark and dangerous. I wound up with something fluffy and fun, bordering on slapstick. What can I say? It's how I roll.
Thanks: All hail Beta Queen
poppyhoney_67. Long live the Queen.
Dedication: To
fizzerbass, who gave me this plot bunny months ago. Hope this helps, honey.
LoveFest: Bank Deposit
I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn't know what I would find there
Another road, where maybe I, could see another kind of mind there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
(Got to Get You Into My Life, the Beatles)
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Jack Twist del Mar. Jack del Mar. Jonathan Twist del Mar. Or maybe…Ennis Twist. Ennis del Mar Twist. Ennis del Mar and Jack Twist request the honour of your presence as they celebrate their union at…
Jack idly wrote out his non-wedding invitation to his non-fiancee, signing his non-married name again and again on a deposit slip. It took some effort but he stopped short of making a little border of hearts with “J + E 2-gether 4-ever” written inside them. He could feel Sam looking over his shoulder but didn’t bother trying to hide what he was doing.
“You are so fucking pathetic, my man,“ Sam said, shaking his head with disgust. Sam was a big beefy man who looked like he could’ve been the groundskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, despite his rough and ready exterior, he was also a card-carrying member of PFLAG and Jack’s best friend.
“Can’t help it,” Jack mumbled.
“He ain’t even been around for three weeks.”
“I know it,” Jack said glumly.
“Well, then you gotta give it up, Romeo. You don’t even know if he’s so inclined.”
“Sam, I swear my gaydar went off the last few times he was here.”
“No, Jack, that ringing in your ears was the bell tolling for thee. Believe me, that guy had When Hell Freezes Over written all over him.”
“But, Sam…”
“Don’t you but Sam me. This has gone on long enough. I’ve been watching you moon around like Cinder-fucking-ella for the last two months over some guy you maybe exchanged five words with. I mean, holy shit, practicing your signature? Who are you? Hilary Duff? What in the blue fuck’s got into you?”
Jack loosened his collar. Been wearing this security guard uniform for seven years and it still felt like medieval torture every time he put it on.
“I just…I’m telling you, Sam, I felt sparks the last time he came in here to put something in his safety deposit box. He kept giving me these looks, you know? He was totally checking me out.”
“Everybody checks you out, Jack. You’re like the poster boy for All That is Beautiful. Christ, I’d bang you myself if Lucille wasn’t’ such a dominatrix and if I wasn’t one hundred per cent capital H hetero. But you’ve got yourself so worked up over this guy you’re picking out balloon decorations for your wedding reception! Get a grip, man! It ain’t healthy! You’re gonna have to stop channeling your inner Glenn Close or Bugs Bunny’s gonna wind up in your soup.”
Jack was used to Sam’s colourful way of expressing things and knew Sam was legitimately worried about him. He knew he’d gone way over the deep end with this Ennis del Mar guy. But the instant he saw that long curly blond hair, deep brown eyes, and chiseled jaw, he knew he’d found The One. Mr. Fantasy. His Prince. Just because he was a guy didn’t mean he didn’t want someone to sweep him off his feet and give him a happy ending.
Although, Sam was probably right. Jack was probably way off base and was setting himself up for a world of hurt. Jack Twist wasn’t the type of guy who ever won anything. He was always the guy holding the short end of the stick. Hence the imaginary stamp on his forehead proclaiming him a loser of the most pathetic kind.
“For your information, Dear Abby, the rabbit ended up in Michael Douglas’s soup. Not Glenn Close’s,” Jack told Sam.
“What. Ever. I’m just saying all this fantasizing over some dream man is getting you nowhere fast. I don’t want to see you hurt, aight? Throwing your life away waiting for Mr. Right when Mr. Right Now is just…holy hell…is right…here.” Sam stammered, pointing at the security monitor beside Jack.
“Oh yeah right, I’m not falling for that again, you sadistic fuck.” Jack refused to look at the security monitor, knowing this was just another one of Sam’s many tricks.
“No, Jack, oh my God…he’s back.”
Something in Sam’s voice made Jack look at the security monitor anyway and his knees almost gave way. There he was. The man of his dreams. Ennis del Mar. His future husband.
“It’s him…oh my God…holy…,” Jack gasped.
“Okay, calm down. Everybody… just calm down.” Sam was talking as if the two of them were in the middle of a hostage situation and he was trying to calm down the shooter. Sam took a deep breath, closed his eyes, seemed to be seeking wisdom from his ancestors, nodded as if reaching a decision, then reached into his pocket and popped a mint into Jack’s mouth. Sam then spit on his palm and started to slick down Jack’s hair.
“Sam…wuff are you…eeewww….grossssss,” Jack tried not to choke on the mint in his mouth.
“Wait a sec, you gotta little mustard here,” Sam muttered, licking his thumb quickly before using it to wipe at one corner of Jack’s mouth.
Jack tried to bat at Sam’s hand, wriggling like he was a three year old trying to escape his Mama’s scratchy facecloth. Sam was equally determined to make Jack presentable. What ensued was worthy of the Three Stooges.
“Will ya quit that! Sam! Jesus!” Jack hissed furiously, finally escaping from Sam’s clutches. Only to turn around and come face to face with Susan the bank teller and Ennis his non-betrothed. Fucking A.
Jack gave Sam one last “Tonight You Die” glare before offering a shaky smile to Susan. He tried not to look at Ennis but couldn’t help but take a quick peek and…Zing! went the strings of his hard-on. Yumminy Yum Yum Yum.
Susan’s eyes flickered between Jack and Sam curiously before gesturing to the man beside her.
“Mr. del Mar would like to check something in his safety deposit box,” said Susan.
“Right…yes..umm….h’lo Master…I mean.. ha ha …Mister…Mister del Mar.” Jack swallowed audibly, wishing little Dorothy would materialize out of nowhere and pour a bucket of water on him so he could re-enact the Wicked Witch of the West’s melting into the floor routine. “Walk this…follow me,” Jack said lamely and began walking towards the bank vault, ignoring Sam’s completely indiscreet thumbs-up signal.
The only sound that could be heard was Jack’s boots on the marble floor and the sounds of the handcuffs hooked on to his belt clinking against his keys. He concentrated on keeping his breathing even and not let on he was a millisecond away from hyperventilating. He jumped when Ennis spoke.
“How you been…uh…Jack…is it?” said the deep voice beside him.
“Jack, yes sir. I’ve been…not bad Mr. del Mar, and you?” Jack glanced sideways at Mr. Yummy and practically tripped over his feet when he was given a slow smile.
“Ennis, please,” said Mr. Yummy, giving Jack a measured look when they stopped before a row of locked boxes.
Jack almost dropped his keys. He had no idea what that look was about, but Ennis’s eyes seemed transfixed by the handcuffs swaying just inches from Jack’s very interested dick.
“Ennis, please,” Jack repeated, not realizing he’d said it out loud.
Ennis’s eyes widened in surprise then narrowed dangerously, something flaring hot inside them.
“Shit, I mean, sorry I….” Jack’s throat was totally dry. He took a step backwards wondering what in the hell got into him.
Jack’s jaw dropped open when Ennis reached out with one hand, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and demanded, “Say that again.”
Jack closed his eyes and thanked God Sam was probably watching them on the security monitors, ready to come to the rescue if Mr. Yummy morphed into Mr. I’m-Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass.
Jack opened his eyes and, yep, Ennis was totally doing some kind of Clint Eastwood impersonation. Standing there with a fistful of Jack’s shirt and a Make-My-Day glint in his eyes. Jack’s dick had never been harder.
“Say it, say that again,” Ennis rasped.
Jack stiffened his spine and figured: Fuck it. He was buff, he had killer abs, he had fresh minty breath, and he’d been told he had blue eyes that would make a stone angel weep. Jack Twist was no slouch, and was considered quite a prize by some. Might as well get his ass kicked for something he’d been wanting to do for weeks.
So he tightened his jaw, took a step forward, reached down, cupped the bulge in front of Ennis’s pants and growled, “Ennis. Please.”
This time there was no hesitation. With a strangled moan their mouths fused together, lips and teeth and tongues battling for supremacy. Jack’s hand began to caress Ennis’s erection, stroking the hard length as his own dick erupted in a dance of joy. Jack pushed Ennis up against the row of locked boxes, hearing his keys rattle against them rhythmically as he began to hump Ennis through denim and suddenly damp cotton.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Ennis moaned, grabbing Jack’s ass and squeezing it, bringing their cocks closer together.
“You were gone for a while. Thought you weren’t coming back,” Jack said breathlessly between long electrifying kisses.
“Oh I was coming all right, in my hand, though. Was away on business but must have wrung it out a hundred times thinking of you.”
“Haven’t stopped thinking of you since I saw you last. Was hoping you’d feel the same.”
“You kidding me? The way you look in that uniform? I can swallow you whole.”
Jack had been stroking both himself and Ennis through their pants but figured it was time for phase two. He wanted some skin. Close your eyes, Sam, he thought. But the thought of his friend watching him and Ennis get it on sent a shock of pure liquid heat right through him. On second thought, watch and weep, boy. What you are about to see contains mature subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jack reached into Ennis’s pants and snagged the hottest hardest heat seeking missile he’d ever had the good fortune to meet. Good golly, Miss Molly, it’s a wonder Ennis could walk straight. Me likee, me likee a lot.
He could feel Ennis tugging on his belt loops so he figured Ennis was wanting in on this skin to skin action as well. Then he realized Ennis was tugging on the handcuffs hooked to his pants. Jack shivered with excitement.
“Need a key,” Jack whispered and fumbled for the key, barely managing to get the cuffs unlocked. As soon as they were open, Ennis grabbed them, turned him around and they were on his wrists with a distinct click.
Jack had never played like this before, never trusted anyone, really. He didn’t know why he was willing to trust Ennis in this way. All he knew was he felt like he was being swept away. Swept away into a world where submission was just as powerful as domination. Where control had nothing to do with force and everything to do with respect generously bestowed.
Ennis’s hands were heavy on his shoulders so he dropped down to his knees, looking up at Ennis. Ennis stroked his cheek tenderly and murmured,”You should see how beautiful you are, looking at me like that.” Ennis quickly guided himself into Jack’s waiting mouth. “God, Jack,” Ennis moaned.
Jack kept his eyes open the whole time. He watched the desire reach fever pitch in Ennis’s eyes. He saw the way Ennis’s stomach trembled with each thrust. His eyes followed a drop of sweat as it trickled down Ennis’s brow, down his cheek, along his neck, then pool in Ennis’s belly button. He wanted to taste that bead of sweat but Ennis was fucking his mouth like a jackhammer on concrete and Jack didn’t think he could multi-task very well at that moment. His hands strained against the cuffs, wanting to grab Ennis’s ass but, oddly enough, the frustration, the not getting to do what he wanted to do, only added to his excitement. He was completely focused on what Ennis wanted and it was amazing, how badly he wanted to please this man, how much he wanted to make Ennis come.
Ennis’s rhythm became erratic and Jack knew they were almost at the finish line. Jack sucked harder, loosening his jaw so he could take more of Ennis in. Ennis was a glorious sight, sweat curling the hair around his face, teeth bared as he thrust towards completion; Jack hummed low in his throat with appreciation.
“Fuck yes!” Ennis groaned, coming with long, creamy spurts in Jack’s mouth. Jack closed his eyes then, swallowing all he could, going all Weird Al Yankovic in his mind and rewriting song lyrics. You make me soooo very horny, I’m so glad youuuu, came in my mouth….
Ennis pulled out of Jack’s mouth then helped him up off his knees, kissing him sweetly and giving him a little nuzzle. Ennis released Jack from the cuffs and kissed each wrist as well. Things were starting to get heated again when Sam’s voice suddenly came through the P. A. system in the vault.
“And not a moment too soon Mr. Sucks-a-Lot. Mrs. Henderson wants to visit with her diamonds and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the jewels that are currently on display. No offence, Mr. del Mar.” With one accord both Jack and Ennis gave the security camera a nice, clear, shot of both their middle fingers.
Then Ennis reached out and used the corner of his sleeve to wipe Jack’s mouth, still shiny from Ennis’s orgasm. Jack carefully buttoned up Ennis’s jeans and tucked Ennis’s shirt back in his pants.
“Jesus, it smells like come in here,” Jack whispered as Ennis bent over and began brushing dust off Jack’s knees.
Ennis straightened up and gave Jack one last kiss and said, “Yeah, well, that was some bank deposit, huh?” They both looked at each other then burst into laughter. They were still chuckling when they passed Mrs. Henderson and a purple-faced Sam down the hall.
Jack’s laughter died as soon as they got back to the security booth. What now? What if this was it for another three weeks? What if this was it for…well…forever? What if his instincts were wrong and Ennis didn’t feel the same way he did? He realized he’d just given Ennis a blowjob without even going on a date, or exchanging phone numbers, or even…a handshake. What had he been thinking? He really was a pathetic loser.
Jack tried to give Ennis his best “Wow, dude, that was a most excellent, casual sex, non-wedding bells type thing” shrug, but was frozen in mid-shrug when Ennis took a piece of paper out of his back pocket and put it in the front pocket of Jack’s pants. Deep in his pocket. Deliberately brushing up against Jack’s raging hard-on. Actually, it was more than a brush; it was a full-out grope.
Ennis gave Jack one last wink and a wicked grin before turning around and walking out of the bank.
Jack carefully took the piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. He had to blink his eyes a few times before the words made any sense.
Jack,
Central Library, 12th Floor, study desk closest to the wall, 8:00 pm tonight.
Ennis
It took Jack a few minutes to figure out Ennis had showed up at the bank with this piece of paper already written out. Hot damn. Suddenly he didn’t feel pathetic at all. Suddenly he felt like a man reaching out, ready to grab his happy ending. It could happen. Anything can happen to a non-loser like Jack, soon to be del Mar, Twist.
Rating: R for smex. Light kink, light bondage, and enough public lewdness to create a disturbance if discovered.
Summary: Jack is a security guard at a bank. Ennis is a customer who has a safety deposit box at the bank. What did the security cameras see? This is one of three parts.
A/N: I set out to write something dark and dangerous. I wound up with something fluffy and fun, bordering on slapstick. What can I say? It's how I roll.
Thanks: All hail Beta Queen
poppyhoney_67. Long live the Queen.
Dedication: To
fizzerbass, who gave me this plot bunny months ago. Hope this helps, honey.
LoveFest: Bank Deposit
I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn't know what I would find there
Another road, where maybe I, could see another kind of mind there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
(Got to Get You Into My Life, the Beatles)
<><><><><><><><><>
Jack Twist del Mar. Jack del Mar. Jonathan Twist del Mar. Or maybe…Ennis Twist. Ennis del Mar Twist. Ennis del Mar and Jack Twist request the honour of your presence as they celebrate their union at…
Jack idly wrote out his non-wedding invitation to his non-fiancee, signing his non-married name again and again on a deposit slip. It took some effort but he stopped short of making a little border of hearts with “J + E 2-gether 4-ever” written inside them. He could feel Sam looking over his shoulder but didn’t bother trying to hide what he was doing.
“You are so fucking pathetic, my man,“ Sam said, shaking his head with disgust. Sam was a big beefy man who looked like he could’ve been the groundskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, despite his rough and ready exterior, he was also a card-carrying member of PFLAG and Jack’s best friend.
“Can’t help it,” Jack mumbled.
“He ain’t even been around for three weeks.”
“I know it,” Jack said glumly.
“Well, then you gotta give it up, Romeo. You don’t even know if he’s so inclined.”
“Sam, I swear my gaydar went off the last few times he was here.”
“No, Jack, that ringing in your ears was the bell tolling for thee. Believe me, that guy had When Hell Freezes Over written all over him.”
“But, Sam…”
“Don’t you but Sam me. This has gone on long enough. I’ve been watching you moon around like Cinder-fucking-ella for the last two months over some guy you maybe exchanged five words with. I mean, holy shit, practicing your signature? Who are you? Hilary Duff? What in the blue fuck’s got into you?”
Jack loosened his collar. Been wearing this security guard uniform for seven years and it still felt like medieval torture every time he put it on.
“I just…I’m telling you, Sam, I felt sparks the last time he came in here to put something in his safety deposit box. He kept giving me these looks, you know? He was totally checking me out.”
“Everybody checks you out, Jack. You’re like the poster boy for All That is Beautiful. Christ, I’d bang you myself if Lucille wasn’t’ such a dominatrix and if I wasn’t one hundred per cent capital H hetero. But you’ve got yourself so worked up over this guy you’re picking out balloon decorations for your wedding reception! Get a grip, man! It ain’t healthy! You’re gonna have to stop channeling your inner Glenn Close or Bugs Bunny’s gonna wind up in your soup.”
Jack was used to Sam’s colourful way of expressing things and knew Sam was legitimately worried about him. He knew he’d gone way over the deep end with this Ennis del Mar guy. But the instant he saw that long curly blond hair, deep brown eyes, and chiseled jaw, he knew he’d found The One. Mr. Fantasy. His Prince. Just because he was a guy didn’t mean he didn’t want someone to sweep him off his feet and give him a happy ending.
Although, Sam was probably right. Jack was probably way off base and was setting himself up for a world of hurt. Jack Twist wasn’t the type of guy who ever won anything. He was always the guy holding the short end of the stick. Hence the imaginary stamp on his forehead proclaiming him a loser of the most pathetic kind.
“For your information, Dear Abby, the rabbit ended up in Michael Douglas’s soup. Not Glenn Close’s,” Jack told Sam.
“What. Ever. I’m just saying all this fantasizing over some dream man is getting you nowhere fast. I don’t want to see you hurt, aight? Throwing your life away waiting for Mr. Right when Mr. Right Now is just…holy hell…is right…here.” Sam stammered, pointing at the security monitor beside Jack.
“Oh yeah right, I’m not falling for that again, you sadistic fuck.” Jack refused to look at the security monitor, knowing this was just another one of Sam’s many tricks.
“No, Jack, oh my God…he’s back.”
Something in Sam’s voice made Jack look at the security monitor anyway and his knees almost gave way. There he was. The man of his dreams. Ennis del Mar. His future husband.
“It’s him…oh my God…holy…,” Jack gasped.
“Okay, calm down. Everybody… just calm down.” Sam was talking as if the two of them were in the middle of a hostage situation and he was trying to calm down the shooter. Sam took a deep breath, closed his eyes, seemed to be seeking wisdom from his ancestors, nodded as if reaching a decision, then reached into his pocket and popped a mint into Jack’s mouth. Sam then spit on his palm and started to slick down Jack’s hair.
“Sam…wuff are you…eeewww….grossssss,” Jack tried not to choke on the mint in his mouth.
“Wait a sec, you gotta little mustard here,” Sam muttered, licking his thumb quickly before using it to wipe at one corner of Jack’s mouth.
Jack tried to bat at Sam’s hand, wriggling like he was a three year old trying to escape his Mama’s scratchy facecloth. Sam was equally determined to make Jack presentable. What ensued was worthy of the Three Stooges.
“Will ya quit that! Sam! Jesus!” Jack hissed furiously, finally escaping from Sam’s clutches. Only to turn around and come face to face with Susan the bank teller and Ennis his non-betrothed. Fucking A.
Jack gave Sam one last “Tonight You Die” glare before offering a shaky smile to Susan. He tried not to look at Ennis but couldn’t help but take a quick peek and…Zing! went the strings of his hard-on. Yumminy Yum Yum Yum.
Susan’s eyes flickered between Jack and Sam curiously before gesturing to the man beside her.
“Mr. del Mar would like to check something in his safety deposit box,” said Susan.
“Right…yes..umm….h’lo Master…I mean.. ha ha …Mister…Mister del Mar.” Jack swallowed audibly, wishing little Dorothy would materialize out of nowhere and pour a bucket of water on him so he could re-enact the Wicked Witch of the West’s melting into the floor routine. “Walk this…follow me,” Jack said lamely and began walking towards the bank vault, ignoring Sam’s completely indiscreet thumbs-up signal.
The only sound that could be heard was Jack’s boots on the marble floor and the sounds of the handcuffs hooked on to his belt clinking against his keys. He concentrated on keeping his breathing even and not let on he was a millisecond away from hyperventilating. He jumped when Ennis spoke.
“How you been…uh…Jack…is it?” said the deep voice beside him.
“Jack, yes sir. I’ve been…not bad Mr. del Mar, and you?” Jack glanced sideways at Mr. Yummy and practically tripped over his feet when he was given a slow smile.
“Ennis, please,” said Mr. Yummy, giving Jack a measured look when they stopped before a row of locked boxes.
Jack almost dropped his keys. He had no idea what that look was about, but Ennis’s eyes seemed transfixed by the handcuffs swaying just inches from Jack’s very interested dick.
“Ennis, please,” Jack repeated, not realizing he’d said it out loud.
Ennis’s eyes widened in surprise then narrowed dangerously, something flaring hot inside them.
“Shit, I mean, sorry I….” Jack’s throat was totally dry. He took a step backwards wondering what in the hell got into him.
Jack’s jaw dropped open when Ennis reached out with one hand, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and demanded, “Say that again.”
Jack closed his eyes and thanked God Sam was probably watching them on the security monitors, ready to come to the rescue if Mr. Yummy morphed into Mr. I’m-Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass.
Jack opened his eyes and, yep, Ennis was totally doing some kind of Clint Eastwood impersonation. Standing there with a fistful of Jack’s shirt and a Make-My-Day glint in his eyes. Jack’s dick had never been harder.
“Say it, say that again,” Ennis rasped.
Jack stiffened his spine and figured: Fuck it. He was buff, he had killer abs, he had fresh minty breath, and he’d been told he had blue eyes that would make a stone angel weep. Jack Twist was no slouch, and was considered quite a prize by some. Might as well get his ass kicked for something he’d been wanting to do for weeks.
So he tightened his jaw, took a step forward, reached down, cupped the bulge in front of Ennis’s pants and growled, “Ennis. Please.”
This time there was no hesitation. With a strangled moan their mouths fused together, lips and teeth and tongues battling for supremacy. Jack’s hand began to caress Ennis’s erection, stroking the hard length as his own dick erupted in a dance of joy. Jack pushed Ennis up against the row of locked boxes, hearing his keys rattle against them rhythmically as he began to hump Ennis through denim and suddenly damp cotton.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Ennis moaned, grabbing Jack’s ass and squeezing it, bringing their cocks closer together.
“You were gone for a while. Thought you weren’t coming back,” Jack said breathlessly between long electrifying kisses.
“Oh I was coming all right, in my hand, though. Was away on business but must have wrung it out a hundred times thinking of you.”
“Haven’t stopped thinking of you since I saw you last. Was hoping you’d feel the same.”
“You kidding me? The way you look in that uniform? I can swallow you whole.”
Jack had been stroking both himself and Ennis through their pants but figured it was time for phase two. He wanted some skin. Close your eyes, Sam, he thought. But the thought of his friend watching him and Ennis get it on sent a shock of pure liquid heat right through him. On second thought, watch and weep, boy. What you are about to see contains mature subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jack reached into Ennis’s pants and snagged the hottest hardest heat seeking missile he’d ever had the good fortune to meet. Good golly, Miss Molly, it’s a wonder Ennis could walk straight. Me likee, me likee a lot.
He could feel Ennis tugging on his belt loops so he figured Ennis was wanting in on this skin to skin action as well. Then he realized Ennis was tugging on the handcuffs hooked to his pants. Jack shivered with excitement.
“Need a key,” Jack whispered and fumbled for the key, barely managing to get the cuffs unlocked. As soon as they were open, Ennis grabbed them, turned him around and they were on his wrists with a distinct click.
Jack had never played like this before, never trusted anyone, really. He didn’t know why he was willing to trust Ennis in this way. All he knew was he felt like he was being swept away. Swept away into a world where submission was just as powerful as domination. Where control had nothing to do with force and everything to do with respect generously bestowed.
Ennis’s hands were heavy on his shoulders so he dropped down to his knees, looking up at Ennis. Ennis stroked his cheek tenderly and murmured,”You should see how beautiful you are, looking at me like that.” Ennis quickly guided himself into Jack’s waiting mouth. “God, Jack,” Ennis moaned.
Jack kept his eyes open the whole time. He watched the desire reach fever pitch in Ennis’s eyes. He saw the way Ennis’s stomach trembled with each thrust. His eyes followed a drop of sweat as it trickled down Ennis’s brow, down his cheek, along his neck, then pool in Ennis’s belly button. He wanted to taste that bead of sweat but Ennis was fucking his mouth like a jackhammer on concrete and Jack didn’t think he could multi-task very well at that moment. His hands strained against the cuffs, wanting to grab Ennis’s ass but, oddly enough, the frustration, the not getting to do what he wanted to do, only added to his excitement. He was completely focused on what Ennis wanted and it was amazing, how badly he wanted to please this man, how much he wanted to make Ennis come.
Ennis’s rhythm became erratic and Jack knew they were almost at the finish line. Jack sucked harder, loosening his jaw so he could take more of Ennis in. Ennis was a glorious sight, sweat curling the hair around his face, teeth bared as he thrust towards completion; Jack hummed low in his throat with appreciation.
“Fuck yes!” Ennis groaned, coming with long, creamy spurts in Jack’s mouth. Jack closed his eyes then, swallowing all he could, going all Weird Al Yankovic in his mind and rewriting song lyrics. You make me soooo very horny, I’m so glad youuuu, came in my mouth….
Ennis pulled out of Jack’s mouth then helped him up off his knees, kissing him sweetly and giving him a little nuzzle. Ennis released Jack from the cuffs and kissed each wrist as well. Things were starting to get heated again when Sam’s voice suddenly came through the P. A. system in the vault.
“And not a moment too soon Mr. Sucks-a-Lot. Mrs. Henderson wants to visit with her diamonds and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the jewels that are currently on display. No offence, Mr. del Mar.” With one accord both Jack and Ennis gave the security camera a nice, clear, shot of both their middle fingers.
Then Ennis reached out and used the corner of his sleeve to wipe Jack’s mouth, still shiny from Ennis’s orgasm. Jack carefully buttoned up Ennis’s jeans and tucked Ennis’s shirt back in his pants.
“Jesus, it smells like come in here,” Jack whispered as Ennis bent over and began brushing dust off Jack’s knees.
Ennis straightened up and gave Jack one last kiss and said, “Yeah, well, that was some bank deposit, huh?” They both looked at each other then burst into laughter. They were still chuckling when they passed Mrs. Henderson and a purple-faced Sam down the hall.
Jack’s laughter died as soon as they got back to the security booth. What now? What if this was it for another three weeks? What if this was it for…well…forever? What if his instincts were wrong and Ennis didn’t feel the same way he did? He realized he’d just given Ennis a blowjob without even going on a date, or exchanging phone numbers, or even…a handshake. What had he been thinking? He really was a pathetic loser.
Jack tried to give Ennis his best “Wow, dude, that was a most excellent, casual sex, non-wedding bells type thing” shrug, but was frozen in mid-shrug when Ennis took a piece of paper out of his back pocket and put it in the front pocket of Jack’s pants. Deep in his pocket. Deliberately brushing up against Jack’s raging hard-on. Actually, it was more than a brush; it was a full-out grope.
Ennis gave Jack one last wink and a wicked grin before turning around and walking out of the bank.
Jack carefully took the piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. He had to blink his eyes a few times before the words made any sense.
Jack,
Central Library, 12th Floor, study desk closest to the wall, 8:00 pm tonight.
Ennis
It took Jack a few minutes to figure out Ennis had showed up at the bank with this piece of paper already written out. Hot damn. Suddenly he didn’t feel pathetic at all. Suddenly he felt like a man reaching out, ready to grab his happy ending. It could happen. Anything can happen to a non-loser like Jack, soon to be del Mar, Twist.