Come Hither

Chapter 1: What Not To Do

Jack

The sky was darker now. I lift my wrist and check the watch. "Seven thirty-eight." I say to myself. Sitting alone at one of the tables in the diner was getting boring.

I'm caught in between wanting to rip someone's throat off and banging what's mine on the wall of this place. My nostrils flare and I huff some air. I need a drink.

Camille or Sandra or whatever approaches the table.

"Hi, do you want me to refill that cup?" She said, her voice had that sensual lilt that she thinks could lure all men easily. Not completely true.

But I have to be nice. Lest I want to ruin my cover.

I smile at her and made sure to check her out blatantly. She'll probably take it well.

"Sure. Could I also get a burger and some fries?"

She nods and smirks. "Sure." She turns around, purposefully swaying her hips in what was supposed to be giving an incentive.

He needed release.

But he wasn't going to sully Andy's purity with that whore.

Instead he looks away, his eyes automatically locking on whoever it is that enters the door. Once they checked in, Andy and Tucker had no choice but to eat dinner here before they leave. At least this Jack knew.

He lowered his head for a moment, thinking of ways to punish his boy for taking too long to be in his possession. His head snapped up once he heard a familiar chuckle. His eyes training back to the door.

Bingo.

Andy, all raven-hair and perfection strides into the dank diner, instantly turning it into heaven. I could already feel my pants tightening as I gawk at his tight clothes. The only problem was the guard dog on his heels. Couldn't Andy just put him on a leash?

He smirked. Andy would look nice in a leash.

"Here's your refill, your burger and fries. Don't throw away the napkin!" She winked. "I get off at eleven." She all but purred, turning away to  serve the next table.

I ignored everything she said and tried to look for Andy again.

They were sitting at the same table from a few hours ago. This time, Tucker had his back to him. He could ogle Andy all he wanted.

Good.

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Andy

I had to change my clothes. Stupid sink gave me a shower. Okay, maybe the room was a little shitty, but it's tolerable. They'll be leaving tomorrow morning anyway so it didn't really matter.

Tonight, he was wearing a blue button down and dark skinny jeans matched with black chucks. It wasn't stylish, but it was comfortable and allowed him to run if need be.

He was all for functional. It could come in handy. Like, in a hypothetical zombie apocalypse for example.

"Andy, you need to eat some meat." Came Tucker's voice.

"Hmm. Salad it is!" I smirk.

"I'm serious, you're too skinny." He scoffed.

I roll my eyes. "It has bits of chicken!"

"Don't be stupid."

"Don't be an ass."

He clenched his jaw and glared, but smirked when the waitress came over.