A Date with Jean

"Yes here." he purred back, groaning slightly at the hand in his hair.

He enveloped his lover in his mouth again, squeezing him tightly as his tongue pressed against the slit. His fingers gave another sharp thrust inside him again, twisting sharply before starting to build up a rhythm, quickly moving in and out of him.

He slowly began to tense up, growling softly.

"Gabe, we're out in the open. Stop."

He wouldn't deny that he felt some excitement being out here. With people around ready to catch them at any time, being sucked off like this was really exciting.

He pulled away again, nipping Jean's inner thigh playfully. "I'll stop when you convince me that you don't like this."

His fingers gave a particularly powerful stab, hitting his prostate hard, the tip of his tongue darting out to press into the slit of his erection. The blond smirked.

"You find it exciting, don't you? Knowing that they could discover you any minute." he breathed. "You see the barman? How long do you think it is before he notices you? Or maybe he already has, and is getting turned on by that face you're making."

Of course, from here he couldn't see Jean's expression, but he could imagine quite easily. His smirk widened as he took him back into his mouth, sucking the head forcefully as he slipped a third finger inside him.

He jolted, biting back a moan, tensing up again.

The fledgeling tried to ignore the man's dirty talk, biting his thumb softly, willing down his blush again.

Damned man...

But his eyes flickered to the barman to see if he was looking at him.

He purred at the little jolt, thrusting his fingers inside him again hard. "Let your voice out more. It's so noisy in here, they won't hear a thing."

His fingers twisted and curled inside his lover, raking his teeth gently along his length again before giving another sharp suck to the head, pumping him faster. He pulled his fingers out of the man, thrusting them back inside him roughly as he dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit again.

He groaned again quietly. "Sh-shut up."

He wouldn't risk getting any louder.

Not with so many people walking past him constantly.

Another soft moan escaped him as he writhed in his chair, trying his best to keep a straight expression.

Not loud enough. He bit down softly on the head, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to provoke a decent reaction. His fingers moved faster inside his lover, thrusting and scissoring them alternately.

He jolted against with a slightly louder moan, hand gripping Gabe's hair tighter.

"F-Fuck," he hissed under his breath.

He picked up his beer again, taking a small sip, shaking his head slightly so his hair fell in his face, covering his red cheeks.

He groaned, relishing the moan and the little jolt. He heard Jean pick up the beer mug and silently vowed to make him drop it. His teeth raked along the flesh dangerously before biting down softly again, curling and uncurling his fingers inside him, twisting them sharply.

His grip tightened around the beer glass.

His teeth grit together and he writhed a little again.

He set the glass down before he could drop it and clenched his hand tightly, pressing it down against the table.

He pulled away again, mouth just hovering over the man's arousal. "Ask me to fuck you and we can leave." he conceded. Gabriel was curious as to whether Jean's embarrassment or pride would win out.

His fingers twisted inside his lover again, pushing deeper into him as his tongue lapped out over the head of the man's erection again.

"Piss off," he said in response.

He lifted a slice of pizza to his his mouth, chewing it slowly as he tried to ignore his lover.

He inhaled softly when Gabe pressed his fingers into him again and licked his arousal.

Hmm. Interesting. So he would rather stay in the pub than beg?

Gabriel grinned to himself, scraping his teeth over the man's member again, giving another hard suck. He pulled the man's trousers off completely, making himself comfortable sitting between his legs, twisting his fingers inside his lover sharply, pulling them out before slamming them roughly back inside him.

He mewled softly, writhing in his seat again.

His hand splayed over his face to cover his burning cheeks, eyes darting around to make sure no one had noticed.

"Gabe, you bastard, don't take them off," he growled softly as the man pulled his jeans off.

He jolted with another quiet moan.

"Finish for me. I want everybody to see how beautiful you are when you come."

He reached his free hand down to undo his jeans, touching himself as he took his lover deeper, groaning lowly into the flesh. He bit down on the head gently again, curling and uncurling his fingers inside him roughly.

"Cruel, cruel, evil, fucking bastard," he cussed, writhing in his chair, jaws clenched together.

A soft mewl escaped him and he jerked as the low groan vibrated around him.

He came undone when he felt teeth again, though. Jerking more violently, moaning a little louder as he came, trying to keep his face as straight as possible

He swallowed his lover's release readily, pulling his fingers out to pump him through his orgasm. Cleaning him with a purr, he pulled his and Jean's trousers back on before sliding up from under the table subtly, dropping a kiss on the top of his lover's forehead.

"Yummy." he purred with a playful wink.

"You're a bastard and I hate you," he muttered under his breath as he shifted in his chair to make himself more comfortable.

Had Gabe seriously just sucked him off in the middle of a bar where people could have found them? Where there was so much risk involved?

He shifted again as he found himself getting aroused again at the thought.

Damn bastard.

He refused to take offence, grin only widening slightly as his tongue darted inside his lover's ear teasingly. "You're welcome."

His hand slid under the table, kneading his crotch again with a purr, smirking. "Anyway, you didn't seem to mind it all that much."

He nipped the man's earlobe sharply.

His hand shot out to wrap around Gabe's wrist.

"No," he growled softly, pressing back against the chair, shying away from his lover's touch.

He didn't need a repeat performance.

He stretched, getting up before leaning over the table with a sultry smirk. "I'm going to pay, and then I'm taking you home to fuck you hard."

His tongue darted across his lips suggestively, eyes glinting before he turned away, sauntering over to the bar to pay. He hoped that the barman hadn't seen any of that, but he wouldn't be devastated if he had. He could deal with being barred. It had paid off, after all.

Jean-Claude ducked his head to hide his flaming cheeks, cursing his lover under his breath.

How could Gabe say that so openly in public...?

"You have no shame whatsoever, do you?" he sighed softly.

He sauntered back over, smirk still plastered to his face. The barman had seemed a little suspicious, but he hadn't mentioned anything. Perhaps partly due to embarrassment more than anything else. The blond grabbed his lover's hand, pulling him to his feet.

"Let's go home." he purred softly.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," he murmured as he was pulled to his feet.

He disentangled his hand from Gabe's and stalked off in front of him.

He wasn't amused. He had been sucked off in a public place because someone hit on him, he was now aroused as hell and he had just decided to play the silent treatment game.

He caught up to him to purr in his ear, determined to wind him up further. "Well, I won't force you."

He paused, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth, eyes glinting in the dark.

"You can just imagine me and my hand while you're alone tonight."