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and he was in a mood to show off. Stephen waved to a couple of friends, a lovely older lady that
was staring in disbelief at them and a priest. Jack just beamed at everyone, proud to have these two
men on his arms.
They arrived at Swann's, the Maitre D' opening the door for them. "Mr. Richarson, welcome."
Stephen's smile widened. "Is there a quiet table for us? Something out of the way?"
"Of course. I have just what you want."
They were led to an intimate table in the back, fairly sheltered from the rest of the dining room.
"Oh, this is perfect." Jack slipped a fifty in the man's hand.
"It smells delicious in here. I applied here once, to be a dishwasher." Sweet boy.
"That would have been appalling -- hiding you away in the back of the kitchen." He kissed Benji's
hand and pulled a chair out for him, and then another for his Stephen.
"Thank you, Jack-love." Stephen smelled like heaven - sex and soap and herbs.
He lingered, sliding his cheek against Stephen's hair, wishing it were loose. Then he sat and picked
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up all the menus. "I'll order for us." He knew the best finger foods, knew what he wanted to taste on
their tongues.
"Beautiful, bossy man." Stephen chuckled, leaning over to stroke Benji's belly. "How do the clothes
feel?"
"I am" Jack agreed. There was no point in denying it. He sat back and watched Stephen seduce
Benji all over again.
"They're so soft, Stephen. So fine. I'm almost scared to eat in case I spill."
Jack chuckled. "We'll feed you, little bit -- you won't be able to spill a thing."
Benji blushed a deep, dark pink, head ducking. "Are you sure?"
He laughed, delighted. "Well, nothing on the outside of the suit." So sweet.
"I'm not going to ruin my clothes, Jack. They're too fine."
Stephen chuckled, shook his head. "Don't challenge him, dear one."
"Stevie's right." He gave Benji a wink. "I think we'll start with the garlic shrimp. I'll have to feed
you those mouth to mouth to keep the butter from dripping onto your suit."
"Mouth to..." Benji groaned, swallowed hard.
Stephen just chortled. "Come now, Benji. Try to be more of a challenge."
Jack licked his lips and decided on the surf and turf, chicken fettuccini Alfredo and the citrus salad
with salmon for their entrees. Dessert would be the triple chocolate mousse cake of course. He
leaned forward and slid his index finger along Benji's lower lip. Benji leaned forward, sucking his
finger, so careful.
"Mmm..." Such a fast learner, and Benji was as sensual as he and Stephen. His prick throbbed, and
he gave Stephen a smile before focusing on Benji again. "You have a mouth made for sucking."
Benji's cheeks went a deep, dark red. "I. I."
"Say thank you, Benji."
Benji looked at Stephen, rolling his eyes a little. "Thank you, Benji."
Their waiter showed up, just in time and he ordered a cosmopolitan for Stephen, a martini for
himself and then he looked over at Benji. "What's your poison of choice, little bit?"
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"I'd like a cosmo, please. With a sliver of lime." It made him grin, made him remember that Benji
knew his booze.
Jack ordered the rest of their dinner at the same time and was promised the shrimp to follow closely
upon their drinks which would be "right up".
He sat back and let his foot slide along Benji's leg, from ankle to calf. Benji jerked, legs spreading,
eyes going wide. Jack didn't say a word. Instead, he repeated the move along Stephen's legs.
Stephen's eyes didn't go wide; they went heavy-lidded and sexy as fuck. Stephen made a sound just
for him: half moan, half growl. He licked his lips, slid his foot up higher.
"Mmm." Those thin, long thighs spread for him, the offer clear as a bell.
He let the toe of his shoe push up against Stephen's balls, gentle enough not to hurt, hard enough to
really feel. Then he slid his foot back down along Stephen's leg, watching the heat in his lover's
eyes flare. Their drinks came and he took a sip, slipping his foot out of his shoe for his second
assault. Benji was first again. He waited until the sweet thing was drinking and then began, his toe
slipping up under the brand new dress slacks.
Benji sputtered, pink vodka trailing down that pointed chin. "Oh. Oh, that was mean."
"It was meant to be thrilling." He leaned over and licked the liquid from Benji's chin and jaw,
cleaning him like a cat.
"I..." Benji moaned low, shivering a bit. "You're going to get me arrested."
"Arrested?" He looked over at Stephen, frowning.
"For... for public indecency."
Stephen chuckled at Benji. "He's adorable."
"Oh, little bit, we haven't come anywhere near public indecency. Yet." Grinning at Stephen, he slid
his foot back up along the inside of Benji's leg, this time on top of his pants, heading very slowly
toward his crotch.
Benji gasped, shifted away. "Jack!"
"Tsk, tsk. What happened to your sense of adventure, little bit?" He let his foot drop away and
turned his attention to Stephen, his toes teasing their way up the inside of his lover's leg.
"I never promised to be adventurous." Still, Benji's hand reached out, slid down his spine in a very
public caress.
Oh, he would forgive the shift away for that. He smiled at Benji and slid his foot back up the slim
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leg. Benji moaned softly, offered him a smile. Yes. The lad learned quickly. Humming happily, he
relaxed back against his chair again, letting his foot climb slowly higher and higher.
Stephen sat back, watching them with an idle hunger, the glitter in his lover's eyes promising
mischief. He did love how Stephen's brain worked and couldn't wait to see that mischief come to
fruition. In the meantime, his toes danced up and nudged Benji's balls.
Benji jerked, moaned. "Jack. You'll make me..."
"Do you need a handkerchief?" He reached into his pocket, finding it empty. "Oh... I seem to have
used mine." He smiled over at Stephen, humming at the memory.
Stephen's smile answered his, those eyes laughing. "You'll have to be very careful, Jack-love. Not
let him come until you can fuck him in the bathroom."
"Stephen!" Oh, Benji's eyes were huge again. This was terribly entertaining.
"Yes, I guess I will." He sighed and mock-pouted, his toes brushing Benji's balls again.
Stephen laughed and, this time, Benji chuckled, actually pushed back a second, cheeks flushing
dark.
"Mmm... yes, that's better, little bit." He would have pressed his advantage, but the waiter returned
with their appetizers. Oh, that would do.
Humming, he picked up a shrimp, dipped it in the garlic butter and popped it in his own mouth.
"They smell luscious." Stephen reached over, took one and nibbled on it.
"They are." He grabbed another one, popping it into his mouth and leaning toward Benji to feed it
to their sweet thing.
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