Absolute Smokeshow

Last Call

Rhea had spent the past couple days and nights in a fervor - Dom could barely keep up with her unending need for any distraction to consume her attention: sex (which he didn't mind at all), exercise (which he did mind, as he was encouraged to also work out every time she did), listening to music so loudly that he could hear it clear as day even when she wore headphones. So when she told him to enjoy a night drinking with their found family while she stayed behind, Dom was grateful for the chance for a bit of downtime.
"You're sure you don't want to come with us?" he'd asked, knowing she was still feeling restless.
"I'm sure," Rhea told him, smiling at his concern before sending him on his way with a peck on the cheek, "Go have fun, love."

A short while later, he was sitting at a dimly-lit table in the back of a nearby gay bar with Damian, Finn, and JD. As always, JD's very presence seemed to irk Damian, who kept a possessive arm around Finn.
As the night progressed, Damian and Finn flirted with each other more and more, sharing kisses and getting handsy until Finn was practically on Damian's lap, the two of them making out as if no one else was around. Soon, they ordered a ride back to their hotel - much to the relief of JD McDonagh, who had been so uncomfortable that his eyes hadn't stopped darting across the room. It was as if he was desperately trying to look at anything but the object of his affections in the arms of another man, yet completely unable to distract himself. Just watching him do so felt exhausting to Dom. It was obvious that JD's interest in Finn was still strong.

"Wanna talk about it?" Dom asked as Damian and Finn walked outside to meet their driver, arms around each other.
"What's there to talk about?" JD sulked, downing the rest of his beer, "He's made his choice, I should just move on" - then, under his breath - "Easier said than done."
"Y'know I used to have a crush on Damian?" Dom asked, watching JD's eyebrows shoot up as he listened to Dom trying to commiserate, "I was already dating Rhea, and they're so close that I never really had a chance, but... dare to dream."
"Great," JD huffed bitterly, "He's a magnet for handsome men."
He thinks I'm handsome? Dom didn't expect the compliment, eyeing the brooding man.
"Next one's on me," he said aloud, clasping a comforting hand on JD's shoulder before standing, "You stay here; I'm not letting you drink alone tonight."

The two men talked about their careers up to that point, answered each others' "fuck/marry/fight" trios, joked about their own coming out - but no matter the subject, it seemed more and more like the conversation was just a front to flirt with each other, their inhibitions corroding as the night went on. Dom caught himself staring at JD's lips as the other man spoke, despite the hypnotic quality of the soft, blue eyes that kept roaming Dom's own body. At this point, Dom was using his last scraps of self-control to stop himself from leaning in to kiss JD.
Instead, he used any excuse he could find to touch the man: putting his arm around JD's shoulders, patting his back, brushing his hair out of his face for him.

"Looking for a third?" a stranger stumbled over to asked them, clearly inebriated enough to lack any shame or tact.
"We- we're not-" JD blushed, flustered by the assumption, but finding it difficult to deny.
"We're not looking for a third," Dom said politely, putting a hand over JD's to calm him, "Thanks, though."
"Shame - you're a cute couple," the stranger replied before going back to prowling the bar.

"You hear that?" Dom asked the flushed man whose hand he still held, unable to contain his grin, "We're a cute couple!"
"You're the cute one," JD mumbled, the statement half self-deprecating, half genuine.
"Hey," he gave JD's hand a squeeze, "You're cute too-"
A disbelieving scoff interrupted him, and Dom responded by tenderly holding the Irishman's scruffy chin with his free hand. "I'm serious. It's Finn's loss if he's not into you."
A playful smile tugged at the corners of JD's mouth before he challenged:
"Prove it."

-

"Mmm, JD, please," Dominik begged between moans, having had his efforts to take his pants off stopped each and every time since the two of them entered JD's hotel room in favor of his host grabbing his ass and teasing him through the fabric.
"Just keep being a good lad and I'll give you what you want and what you need," was the haughty response as JD playfully pushed Dom backwards onto the bed. As Dom sat up on the edge of the mattress, JD pulled out the condoms and lube packets he'd made a show of plucking from the open bowls at the bar before they'd left.

"Let me," Dom offered before tearing the plastic open and placing just the tip on JD's head, one hand wrapping around the man's shaft. Then, he confidently placed his mouth around the cherry-flavored edges before using his lips to unfurl the rolled up condom perfectly onto JD's erection, hand sliding down to his balls before taking him in his mouth as he did so.
"Fuck me," JD moaned, fingers grabbing hold of Dom's hair before thrusting in and out of his mouth.
The desire in the way the other man dominated him so roughly made Dom moan.

"'S'like you were made to take my cock," JD grunted, "Only a real slut moans just from giving head, y'know."
The comment made Dom painfully hard, his whimper escaping into the open air as JD pulled him off his cock.
"Let's see how that arse handles," he said with a smirk, letting go of Dom to change the condom, "Clothes off and lie down on the bed."
Dom was so giddy, he lost his balance twice while getting undressed. Luckily, JD seemed to find his clumsiness endearing, pulling Dom in for a kiss the second time as he chuckled softly.

"Am I really about to get this lucky?" JD breathed as his eyes took in Dom's naked form.
"More than once, if you want," replied the more submissive man, before being pushed down and pinned against the sheets.
Grabbing a packet of lube, JD tore it open with his teeth before squeezing out the contents: half on the latex and half on his hand. One finger slid inside Dom, JD's free hand moving to Dom's throat. A desperate moan and the slight twitching of Dom's hips was enough to encourage JD to slide a second digit in.
"Fuck, if you feel half as good around my cock as you do around my fingers," JD mused aloud as Dom clenched, ready for more.

"Please," he whimpered once his throat was freed, gasping as JD removed his fingers.
JD brought one hand down to the precum dripping onto Dom's stomach, using the slickness to stroke him from the tip down to the base, slowly entering the other man as he did so. JD's low hum of pleasure was soon eclipsed by Dom's whimpers and whines as he felt the way he was being handled. Every touch held so much passion and so much care, almost intensifying each sensation as Dom rapidly approached a peak, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
The moan that escaped Dom once he had been completely filled gave away how close he was. JD chuckled, leaning in as far as he could while speeding up the movement of his hand.
"Come for me," JD whispered, moaning himself when Dom came on command, muscles spasming in pleasure as he coated their stomachs.

"There's a good lad," JD praised, slowly starting to thrust as he moved both hands to hold Dom down by his shoulders, "Now to give you what you need."
He started at a slower pace, taking his time building up speed. Dom certainly didn't mind, enjoying the strength of his own aftershocks as the other man chased his own release. Every time Dom opened his eyes, JD was looking down at him, face flushed and a warmth in his eyes as if there was no one else he'd rather be with. The third time it happened, Dom was getting close to another orgasm.
"Bésame," Dom pleaded, watching JD's grin widen before he closed the space between their lips.

Grunting into the kiss, JD shifted to caress the other man's face. Dom barely felt the gentle brush of a steady hand against his jaw before another strong orgasm rocked his body.
JD's thrusts became faster and sloppier as he fucked Dom through his orgasm, steadily approaching his own. As the buzz from Dom's moaning faded on JD's lips, JD's own moans took over until his rhythm faltered and Dom felt JD throbbing and twitching inside of him.
"Quality arse, that," JD praised as he finished, pulling out, "I mean, what a lay."
He took off the condom, leaning in to give a grinning Dom a peck on the cheek before standing up.
"You're not so bad yourself," Dom breathed as he watched JD walk to the bathroom, "Grab me a towel?"
"Happy to," was the chipper response.

Once both of them had cleaned off and the lights were off, Dom and JD slipped under the covers before getting comfortable in each other's arms. Thinking back on the night, Dom couldn't help but notice how attentive and sweet JD had been. He wondered if JD thought of this as more than just a drunken fling - then wondered whether he himself wanted it to be. Despite these unknowns, one thing was certain in Dom's mind as he fell asleep in the other man's arms: Finn had definitely missed out.