Page 99 of The Bartender Special

Making Jack smirk was nice, but making Jack laugh?

He liked that.

He also…liked Jack rubbing his leg, he realized.

Enough to remember that the only thing he was wearing was boxer briefs. With nothing but air to cover them.

“Thanks,” Benny said as soon as Jack had finished with his other leg. He hurried to sit up, already mentally ushering the bartender out of the room.

Jack had other ideas.

“I still need to get the rest of you.”

He pressed Benny’s shoulder down to keep him from standing and got more aloe. Instead of the one-handed application method he’d been using, Jack pressed both palms against Benny’s absolutely-bare chest.

The heat from the sun was outburned in an instant.

“I— This— Jack, what are you doing?”

Jack’s hands slid upwards, pressure even, until his fingers slid over Benny’s shoulders and his thumbs rubbed at the base of Benny’s throat. The sweep continued outwards, covering the full breadth of his shoulders.

Benny thought he might stop once his hands pulled back completely.

But Jack was just getting more gel.

He didn’t respond verbally to Benny’s stuttering concern.

Instead his palms pressed into Benny’s chest, fingers fanning out across his pecs.

Then all of him slid down.

Jack’s fingertips piqued both nipples just by existing.

And he kept going down.

“Jack,” Benny tried again.

This time he responded, moving his hands across Benny’s stomach and out to his side as he did so.

“I think you worry too much, Benny. About what everyone says and thinks, about everything. About me.”

His voice had changed.

At least, Benny thought it might have.

Deeper, maybe? Slower?

He wasn’t sure.

His focus was re-routing itself to what was happening a few inches below where Jack was casually rubbing.

Trying to think of anything remotely buzz-killing was nearly impossible when Jack Knox was lathering him.

He continued to move his hands dangerously close to the no-fly zone.

He pressed harder as he ran each hand from below Benny’s belly button and out to his sides.

Finally, Benny accepted he couldn’t stop or hide how his body was reacting.