Back at the bar

Andrew's dad, the DILF, is gone. The bar area is totally empty. Probably for the best. Ellis is so pissed, he might say something he'd regret later. And even if this Roo kid is as arrogant and rude as he's cute, and just the same as any other shallow guy who logs on just to see Ellis play with his dick, to see him as nothing more than a fucking object, a means to get off, the kid probably doesn't deserve Ellis spilling the beans to his dad.

Probably.

He doesn't even know who he's the most pissed off at. Tanya, for getting him in this mess? Andrew, for confirming Ellis' darkest thoughts, that all gay guys are just hollow and shallow, no matter how young and good-looking? Or himself, for forgetting his rules? _Don't give anyone the power to hurt you, and you won't get hurt. _Which basically means: don't care about anyone. He knows it's not fair to take it out on Tanya or on some kid he doesn't even know, but that doesn't change how he feels.

Shit, he can even hear Tanya in his mind, talking him down, telling him he shouldn't overreact like this. She'd be right, of course, but sometimes he needs to let his emotions run their course. Even if it means other people think he overreacts. He ducks under the counter, where his personal belongings are stashed during his shift, and rummages in his backpack. He emerges with a pack of cigarettes and drops it on the counter. Fishes out a cigarette and lights up, even though smoking on the job isn't allowed (and is technically illegal in here). He doesn't care. There's no one here to see him, anyway.

"Hey."

It's Andrew.

"You can't be back here. Employees only on this side of the bar."

The kid ignores him. "Look, I... I don't know what I did, or... I just wanted to tell you--"

Ellis takes a drag from his cigarette. Just seeing Andrew's lips move is giving him a boner, and he realises--he's pathetic. Always complaining to Tanya about how shallow and sleazy other guys are, when he's just the same. He sighs. "You didn't do anything. It's... I'm having a weird day, okay? Now leave me alone."

Hesitation shows clearly on Andrew's face. Red blots colour his cheeks. Is he getting angry? "No. I'm sorry, but--no. I won't leave you alone."

The kid's not angry. He's terrified. And yet, he's still talking to Ellis. And stepping closer.

"I don't know you," Andrew says. "I mean, I've watched you, sure. It feels like I know you, but I don't. I just know that... shit, I dunno. You make me feel..."

"Horny?" Ellis offers.

Andrew laughs, a nervous, breathy sound. "Fuck, yeah. I mean, I'm sure more guys have told you this but, damn, I thought I was straight until I saw you on cam."

Now Ellis laughs. "No, that's a first, actually. Thanks, I guess?"

"Sure." Andrew smiles, a smile that lights up his face. Ellis has to resist the urge to kiss him. They're almost face to face now, or at least they would be, if Ellis weren't standing almost a full head taller than Andrew. "And thank you, too, I guess... Or I'd still think I was into girls. It's just..." Andrew takes a deep breath, then blurts out, "I've never wanted anyone as much as I've wanted you." He looks down. "Oh. And I'm sorry about asking for a blowjob like that."

"S'all right." Ellis takes another drag from his cigarettes. "You can try and ask again later."

"Really?" The kid looks up at him and grins. "Because, actually..."

Something tugs on Ellis' belt. He looks down, sees Andrew's slim fingers fumbling with the buckle.

"Uh."

Andrew's brow creases in concentration. The tip of his tongue is visible sticking through his lips.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Andrew says, and gets down on his knees, attacking Ellis' belt with both hands.

"Whoa, kid, slow down." Ellis starts to reach down... and freezes. The DILF, aka Andrew's dad, just walked out of the bathroom. He's heading for the bar. Ellis whispers, "Seriously, this is not--"

Ellis' belt finally unbuckles. Andrew's hands make short work of the buttons and zipper; Ellis feels the kid's fingers against his skin -- warm, he's so warm -- as he hooks them in Ellis' boxers and pulls everything down, pants and all, in one swift movement. Ellis gasps as his penis, free from its constraints, bounces against Andrew's face.

"Hey, could you get me a coffee, please?"

"I... yeah, I'll get that for you in a minute." There's no way for the DILF to see his son from that side of the bar. Andrew's in the nook under the counter, hidden from view, and as long as Ellis doesn't turn or move no one can see his dick is hanging out. Something soft and warm touches the tip of his dick. He looks down, only to see Andrew looking up at him, tongue out and touching Ellis' cock. The visual is enough to almost send him over the edge. He takes a quick drag from his still smouldering cigarette.

"Oh, you're on your smoking break, I see," Andrew's dad says, oblivious. "Take your time."

"Yeah... thanks."

Another man, dressed in a navy blue suit, comes out of the bathroom. He makes a beeline for the booths surrounding the stage, not even once looking in the direction of the bar. Thank Christ.

Under the counter, Andrew takes Ellis' cock in his mouth and slowly starts moving his head back and forth. Ellis shudders. The kid's lips are wrapped around his dick very tight, and every time Andrew moves his head forward he tickles Ellis' glans with the tip of his tongue. "You're very good at this," Ellis mutters.

"Excuse me?" Andrew's dad was staring after the guy in the suit, but now he's focused on Ellis again.

"Oh... ohh... nothing." Ellis leans forward, elbows on the counter, bringing him almost face to face with Andrew's dad. Which, he's sure, must seem very weird to the man, but he can't help it since the dude's son is under the counter giving him such great head it's making his knees buckle. He surreptitiously sneaks a hand under the counter, running his fingers through Andrew's hair, which Andrew takes only as a sign to start moving faster. Fuck.

Andrew's dad looks at Ellis expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

Ellis nods towards the pack of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"Huh? Sure."

"Go ahead. Take one." Ellis gestures, unable to move. Well, that's not entirely accurate. He's moving his hips along in sync with Andrew's head, pushing his dick in a little deeper every time. He risks a glance down while Andrew's dad reaches for the pack of cigarettes. The kid's really going for it, saliva running down his chin. For a second, Ellis worries Andrew's dad will be able to hear the slobbering noises over the background music.

"I don't usually smoke," the DILF says. "Trying to set a good example for the kid."

"A... ahhh," Ellis says, nodding. He offers his lighter and tries to keep his hand from trembling.

"Thanks." Andrew's dad lights up, inhales. Lets out the smoke. "Damn. It's been a weird sort of day."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"You know, sometimes you think you've got it all figured out, and then... life just happens, and it's messier than you thought it'd be? It doesn't fit the patterns you thought it should."

Ellis nods, not because he knows what on earth the man is talking about, but because he's bartender and that's what you do. At the same time he feels Andrew's hands cupping his ass, urging him to thrust deeper, deep enough to make him worry how the kid can even take it. He tries to keep his breathing regular in the hopes the DILF won't notice anything, but he's so fucking close...

And just like that, it's over. His dick, wet and engorged, is out in the air again. He chances another look. Andrew grins up at him and mouths something that looks a lot like "come on". And then he's gone, sneaking away behind the counter on hands and knees until he's out of sight. He winks at Ellis and walks back towards the rooms.

Oh.

Ellis grabs the pack of cigarettes and gets down on his haunches to put them away in his backpack--and to put his dick away in his pants again. When he resurfaces, he smiles at the DILF. "I'll get you that coffee now."