Seamus’s own loud moans drowned out everything else when Bellamy pushed one finger deep inside of him.
“So tight,” Bellamy muttered. “It’s been too long, Seamus. Come for me, gorgeous.”
Not yet. He didn’t want it to stop yet. And this time he needed to be the one in control. “Turn around,” he demanded gruffly.
Stepping away from Bellamy’s touch was almost painful, but Seamus had something in mind. He used his foot to slide a crate from the corner over to Bellamy’s boots. “Stand on it.”
“What?” Bellamy looked over his shoulder but Seamus didn’t have time to explain. He lifted the heavily muscled man onto the crate, pushing his torso flat against the bar with one hand and spreading his ass cheeks with the other.
“Wait, Seamus I— Christ. Oh God.”
Seamus ran the flat of his tongue over Bellamy’s tight hole. “My bar. My rules,” he repeated, remembering how good it had felt when his lover did this to him. Mine.
Bellamy bucked against him, crying out as Seamus licked and sucked, pushing inside the clenching hole to fuck him with his tongue. It was so hot he had to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from coming. Now you know how it feels, he thought in grim satisfaction. Now I’ll make you scream for me.
“Fuck, yes,” Bellamy gasped, pushing back against him uncontrollably. “Fuck me, Seamus. It feels so good.”
When Bellamy shouted his name and started coming all over his bar, Seamus couldn’t hold back. He lifted his mouth and straightened, stroking his erection twice before he came all over Bellamy’s firm, beautiful ass.
Yes. He hadn’t come so hard in months.
Five months, if anyone was counting.
The man beneath him was still shuddering and mumbling against the wood of the bar when Seamus heard the sound of glasses clinking together and whipped his head around.
Thoreau Wayne’s naturally large eyes widened almost comically for an instant, and then he turned around, heading toward the back where they’d been brewing their beer.
And the back door that he had an extra key to.
Seamus swore and yanked up his jeans as he strode after him. “Thor? Hang on a minute, man. Wait up.”
Thoreau held up his hands and shook his head. “Don’t sweat it, man, all right? Seriously, my bad. But you should think about putting a bell in back or something for this kind of situation.”
“I don’t normally…” What? Have sex? Lick another man’s ass on my bar? Seamus felt his face and neck heat in humiliation.
Thoreau snorted. “I know. We all know. You don’t normally do anything with anyone. It’s Finn topic number one with most of the regulars.” He grinned. “I was thinking about getting you a hookup with Hugo. My brother’s been messed up lately and you’re a good guy, so I thought, why not? But then I realized you have way too much on your plate and he deserves some serious one-on-one attention. Anyway,” he gestured toward the main bar. “Looks like you’re already taken.”
“Hugo’s gay?” Seamus frowned. “Wait, why did you think that I was?”
That brought a genuine burst of laughter. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure your family’s still in the dark. They’re way too busy making fun of Mr. Mom to notice how many women you fend off every night. Women you don’t bother checking out as they walk away.” Thoreau lowered his voice. “I had no idea that owning a bar turned you into catnip, Seamus. I wouldn’t turn it down, but since you don’t have time for that, and no one could catch a clue, I figured you were what Hugo likes to call an LBMG.”
“Do I want to know what that stands for?”
“A late-blooming, monogamous gay.” Thoreau wrote the words in the air with his fingers. “That’s a romantically challenged man who walks through life alone and thinking he’s waiting for the right woman, when what he really needs is the right dick to show him what he’s been missing.”
Seamus heard choked laughter behind him and knew Bellamy was listening in.
“Of course, he coined that goodness last year to describe Chief Younger, but I think it applies to you too.”
Hugo thought Solomon was gay? “You may be right about me, but I think he’s off on that one. I would know.”
But would he?
Yes, I would, damn it. Everyone in the family can’t be gay. The odds of that are… Just no.
“Whatever,” the young man said, shrugging. “The point is I’ve got your back. I wasn’t here, I didn’t see anything, and I’ll be back in an hour after I eat to give you two some privacy.” Seamus opened his mouth but Thoreau interrupted him. “As my sister Bronte likes to say? ‘You do you, high or low. If I’m not looking, I’ll never know.’ So I’ll keep loving my job, and when you’ve got a minute later this week, I’ve sketched out some new logo designs I thought might work if we’re planning on bringing Finn’s beer to a larger audience.”