inflicting and having it done to him. As such, he would do almost anything he could to avoid coming to blows. But right now, in this moment... he was willing to change his mind.
Gregory stopped smiling. In fact, his face paled just a tad as he looked back to Kirk with a more serious expression. “Kirk, do you mind telling your... friend, that he is being infinitely rude. And if he lays one hand on me, I’ll call the police.”
“Lance...” Kirk hissed again. He looked nervous, like he didn’t know who to support. He reached forward and touched Lance’s arm as if to calm him down, but Lance shrugged it off.
It was only just now that Lance noticed the entire restaurant staring at him too. Everyone to a person had stopped what they were doing, all watching with bated breath to see what would happen. Even the wait staff seemed unwilling to intervene.
Lance swallowed. He took a deep breath. He shut his eyes tight in an effort to rebalance himself, and then opened them. To his right was Gregory, the pig, looking just so damn pleased with himself that it made Lance feel sick. And to his left was Kirk, looking like a man caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Kirk. I’m going to give you two choices.” He took another breath, resisting the urge to vomit suddenly. “One, you stay here with this... frog looking man. You do that, and I never speak to you again.” An urge to vomit, quickly repressed. “Or two, you come home with me right now and forget that this... thing even exists.”
“Does that mean I’m going to escape a vicious beating?” Gregory drawled. He didn’t appear too upset, which actually annoyed Lance more. “Kirk, tell your friend to leave right now, please.” He waited a moment, obviously expecting Kirk to dismiss Lance right away. When he didn’t, “Kirk!” he snapped.
Lance stopped glaring at Gregory. In fact, he deigned to pretend that the man didn’t even exist. Instead, he focused his attention on Kirk, heart open, pleading, begging. He held a hand out to Kirk, a gesture; he was sorry for the way he had acted. And then, he said “Please. Kirk, I’m sorry.”
If Kirk had turned him down, Lance didn’t know what he would have done. It surely wouldn’t have been good. Lucky it never got that far. Almost the moment he held his hand out for Kirk, Kirk smiled warmly and took the hand in his. He then allowed for himself to be pulled to his feet.
It might have been Lance's imagination, but the restaurant seemed to break into raucous bouts of cheering and applause as Kirk stood. Lance dared a wink at Gregory, who had pushed his lips together in distaste, crossed his arms, and turned his head away.
“Come on, sexy thing,” Lance then said as he pulled Kirk from the table and toward him. “Let’s go.”
“All right.” Kirk smiled softly, allowing for himself to be led.
Because of the kind of guy that Lance was, and his sordid history with other men, the sex he had was always the same. It was always hard, rough and functionary. The men he took home with him were always hot, and they always knew it. As such, the two would devour one another, fuck each other as hard as they could, do literally every degraded thing under the sun they could think of, and then be done with it.
The past week of fucking Kirk had been similar to this. Each time Lance fucked Kirk, he tried to keep it much the same. He took the smaller man the only way he knew how; he made him his and dominated him in that exact fashion. It was always hard and intense... and a little cold. Each time felt like it might be the last, so Lance had approached it that way. Not anymore.
Lance didn’t remember how he got home that night. Nor did he remember dragging Kirk with him, or undressing, or reaching the bed. But that didn’t really matter. The first thing he remembered was the most important thing: Kirk.
Kirk lay naked on the bed. His thick, veiny cock stood to attention, pointed straight in the air, literally throbbing with desire. Lance crawled toward it, pushing Kirk’s legs apart so he could get closer. He loved that penis and everything about it. The perfect size, uncut, one juicy vein wrapping itself around the length like a vine. And those balls!
Lance kissed at his