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 Just One Drink, Tag: Abel Jensen
Jorge Cervantes
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 10:31 AM
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He was familiar with the Old Rose Tavern, though he was by no means a regular. After his wife, Gemma had died nearly twenty years ago, Jorge fell hard into the world of drinking, though it was usually done at home with cheap bottles of swill that could just as easily degrease an engine as knock one down on their ass. Jorge didn’t want to so much as think during those times, hence the heavy drinking. But the love of family had managed to pull him out. His father and ex sister-in-law, Wendy, had both been there for him and showed him that he could still live his life -- because that was what Gemma would have wanted for him.

However, even though he had a history of heavy drinking when depressed, the poet was secure enough in his life that he would partake of a glass every now and again. The Old Rose Tavern had become a favorite of his after work as most people tended to leave him alone so he could sit, sip a beer, and then Uber his way home. Nice, quiet, and efficient. But now he was here for an entirely different reason, one that, quite frankly, even he still wasn’t sure about.

What are you doing, old man? he thought to himself. Sitting at the bar, dressed in his slightly faded jeans and brown leather bomber jacket, he looked as if he had just come off from working on the assembly line. Of course that wasn’t that case. Jorge wasn’t here to unwind after a long day, he was here to meet something -- Abel Jensen.

Jorge wasn’t sure what to think about the young man. He had met him in person once, spoken to him twice. In his classroom, Abel had been extremely forward, grazing the poet in places that it hadn’t been touched in some time. The growl in his voice that signaled the sheer lust that slipped out of his pores was enough to cause anyone alarm. But Jorge had managed to dissuade him by saying “another time”. Most would have taken that for a hint -- but then the emails came.

He had no fear that this was a stalker situation. Abel just seemed the type that saw what he wanted and went after it until he heard a firm no. But there was the rub, Jorge had never actually said “no”. That was probably where the poet had his problem; why didn’t he say “no”? Was he interested in the young man? He didn’t know a damn thing about him other than the fact that seems to care little about personal space unless explicitly told to back off. So why did he agree to a drink with him?

The questions bothered him but, at the end of the day, he wasn’t going to let them fill his night. He was just here to have a drink with someone, nothing more. Vaguely he did wonder what would occur, though. If Abel was as persistent as he was back in the classroom, the poet was unsure what his own response would be. Denial? Another stall? Or…

He shook the thought from his head. Again, he was getting too lost in his own thoughts. Besides, who was the say that there was a possibility of anything? Probably one look at him outside of a classroom and Abel will turn his eye to younger fare. No, this was only a drink.

Sitting at the bar, Jorge sat comfortably on the stool, cane folded and sitting upon his lap. In front of him was a bottle of beer that he had been nursing for the last few minutes, taking only a careful sip here and there. Emma had been left at home as there was no need for another set of judgmental eyes on him while he was out, besides, he was certain he would be able to make it home okay.

So he waited. He sipped. And he munched on peanuts as he half-listened to whatever program was on the television. All the while, the only thing he could think to himself was -- What the fuck are you doing, old man?

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Abel Jensen
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Determined. That was how Abel would have described himself because he never let himself be easily dissuaded from anything that he fuckin' wanted. Ironically, maybe, 'fucking' was usually what he wanted that he wouldn't give up on but… shit, there were other things too. Right, like drinking. Pfft, yeah. Drinking was Abel's past time damn near. Which, hell, that was kinda fucked since he was only twenty-six but thanks to Dor, him and Colt had gotten a taste for the stuff when they were about sixteen. That was just one of the perks to having an a buddy with an older brother who didn't really give a shit. Don't twist that though, Dorien was great and he did pretty good at looking after Filly and Abel when they were younger but he also inspired some bad habits.

Not that any of the Spades could be blamed for the real reason that Abel drank. Nah, Dor had introduced him but PSTD was a son of a bitch. Pffffffffffffffft, Abel wouldn't ever admit that he had that shit though. Hell no! It was easier to just drink his fuckin' problems away! No one would have ever really guessed that he actually had these issues anyway and that was just how he wanted it because the last thing he needed was someone fawning over him all motherly like his own momma didn't do that shit enough. He was good on that.

He just wanted to drink and chill. That's what Jorge had agreed to, after much determination on Abel's part, and nothing more but that wasn't going to keep Abel from being hopeful though. One drink could easily lead to more. He'd have been a damned liar if he said he wasn't interested in more with Jorge but he'd never had a problem admitting attraction before and he sure as shit wasn't about to start now. What good would it have done anyway when he had basically asked the guy to bend him over the desk the last time they'd met? He still thought that was a missed opportunity but at least Jorge was giving him a second chance.

That's totally what this was right? Fuckin' whatever, that's what he was seeing it as. He lived close to Old Rose and visited often enough that he figured it'd be fine to take Alice, besides if Jorge actually stuck to that 'one' drink thing then he'd be fine. So, ignoring the cold he'd suited up and made the short drive, walking into the bar some ten minutes later as he stuffed his gloves into his helmet.

His company was easy to spot, but Abel had gotten pretty damn good at spotting the most attractive thing in the room a long time again, and he made his way over to the bar to join him. Setting his helmet on an empty stool he settled onto another between his gear and Jorge. "Hey sexy." He greeted with a smirk and a gentle but teasing squeeze to the other man's leg because he couldn't fuckin' help himself. "Did ya miss me?" Excuse him, he was just a little full of himself.


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Jorge Cervantes
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 03:19 PM
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As Jorge contemplated the purpose of all things, he heard the door to the tavern open, but he more no motion to turn towards it. He hadn’t been here long and he had heard the door open enough times that it just faded into the background with the rest of the calm atmosphere of the establishment. Instead the man just continued to sit in his relative silence, sipping at his beer and awaiting to see whatever was going to happen. Really, as much as Jorge liked to pride himself in knowing people (hence his dislike of them) this evening’s outcome he simply couldn’t guess. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was here. But it seemed those answers would come soon enough.

Another slight chill from the opening door and Jorge took a few peanuts from the dish nearby and munched on them. He listened as the pre-recorded game announced the score of whatever sport was being played. But Jorge was soon shaken from his thoughts by the presence of someone claiming a seat near him. First he heard something being placed down upon the stool, and then sly and familiar voice speaking to him.

He would probably always remember that voice. The husky tones and the little growl that rolled off the tongue. He had only heard Abel speak once and yet it managed to embed itself into a corner of his mind like a splinter. Now that he was hearing it from the source again, it rolled across his brain like a tuning fork. Once again, it was unforgettable.

A small sneer pulled on the corners of his lips as he shook his head. ”Mr. Jensen,” he greeted.

He heard the other settle into the seat next to him and Jorge took a small, unheard breath. Part of him was still conflicted that he was here but it was too late to really back out now. Besides, he had said he would meet Abel for one drink and he was a man of his word. And what was wrong with having a night out anyways? Again, it wasn’t as if he promised the libido-fueled individual anything beyond just a drink. They were going to drink and talk; that was it.

And then there was a hand on his leg. It wasn’t as forward as the last time, just a small squeeze before it was gone again. Just like before, there was that familiar burst of electricity rolling across his skin and tingling up from the base of his spine. A question was posed and the poet just snorted.

”Miss being constantly groped without provocation?” he asked. ”Sure.” he was joking, though there was that small thought where he wondered if he actually had missed it. Sure he had thought about that day in the classroom and wondered if he tossed out an opportunity. Is that what this was? A second chance? He didn’t devote too much thought to it and, instead, decided he would just rather see how all this played out. So, another pause and breath he spoke up. ”How have you been? Accost anymore professors?”

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Abel Jensen
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Abel knew exactly why he wanted to see Jorge again… for drinks, of course. Alright, so he wasn't fooling anyone with that be he didn't need to, he was comfortable with who he was and the things that he did even if his friends called him a 'ho'. So what? He was the only one who had to answer for the shit that he did and he was perfectly fuckin' fine to do so. He knew what he wanted and he went after it until it was verbally clear that his advances weren't welcome and Jorge hadn't made that distinction yet.

He was hoping that it never came up either but he didn't really know either way and if it did then he'd be fine with meeting up for drinks or company or what-the-fuck-ever because Abel was the type who could easily roll with the punches. He adapted easily and he never let shit bother him too much because what was the fucking point? He just wanted to enjoy his fuckin' life and all that uptight shit was just unnecessary.

Drinks were absolutely necessary though and he was pretty excited with himself for having convinced Jorge to join him after he'd seemed so… unsure the last time that they had met. He had no proof but the acceptance was enough to make him suspect that he had been on the other's mind at least a time or two because Abel was cocky and he had to believe that.

That cocky-ness was present in everything he did, including the way he greeted his companion and that intentionally teasing squeeze to his leg. "Mr. Jensen." The 'mr.' earned a bit of a wince from the former SEAL. "Abel," he corrected. "Or Jensen." Because he was used to that too. "And if you play your cards right one of us could be calling the other 'daddy' by the end of the night." No shame in his ho game, he totally fucking owned that shit.

Did Jorge miss him? 'Miss being groped', he was corrected. "Sure." Sarcasm maybe but he was taking it at the truth. "How have you been? Accost any more professors?" He laughed and passed his order to the bartender and a second of whatever Jorge was already drinking because he was promised 'one' drink and he was getting the full drink. "You don't have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you." Maybe not the entire truth, but he always denied interest in the other professors when Jorge had asked. His ever-present grin was still curving his lips when the new drinks were delivered and he picked his up for a sip. "Aside from being devastated but my absence, how have you been?" Teasing came naturally to him.

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Jorge Cervantes
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 06:05 PM
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Jorge greeted Abel with his usual snark. A firm announcement of his name was all that was needed. However, clearly Jorge came from a different time as Abel as the other corrected him by nudging Jorge to referring to him as ‘Abel’ or ‘Jensen’ only. He was about to bow his head to respect that but the man was quick to toss in another tease by saying that the name “daddy” could be in the future for either of them. The man didn’t offer a response to that, only offering the slightly hint of a smirk. Whether it was because that was the future he was after or just amused at Abel’s confidence, he didn’t say. They would just have to wait to see how the night unfolded.

It was strange. If he had been told just a week ago that he would be sitting in a bar, talking with an overly sexualized young man who had been extremely forward with him before then, he would have merely laughed them off. That wasn’t the kind of man Jorge was, or really had ever been. Even before he met Gemma, when he would frequent the occasional gay bar, he never really responded to someone so aggressive. So then why was he even bothering entertaining the idea now?

He didn’t know. Jorge didn’t know a damn thing about what he was doing, only that he had promised the other a drink and he didn’t go back on his promises. Besides, he was fairly certain that if he didn’t agree to this that Abel would just persist so long as Jorge didn’t flat out say “No.” And, if that were the case, if he just wanted Abel off his back, then why didn’t he say “no” and make it clear? It was because things weren’t so clear, he knew that now. He didn’t know what he wanted, not yet, but what he did know was that an official “no” was not in the cards yet.

So he would ride this out and see where it went, and he would do it with an open mind. Well, as open as he would allow.

”Sweet talker,” he finally grumbled with a sigh towards Abel’s daddy comment. He would have left it in silence but it deserved a response of some kind.

He listened as Abel ordered drinks, one for himself and a second for Jorge. He would have protested but he did say that Abel was to meet him for one drink; it wasn’t Abel’s fault that Jorge started before he had even shown up. Still, he had no plans of getting plastered tonight, especially when he wasn’t out with someone he trusted yet. But the man was big enough and full enough from dinner to not have to worry about getting drunk. His constitution was strong, thankfully. He took another sip of his beer as Abel spoke.

Jorge couldn’t help but tease him back about his habit of hitting on professors. Were others the victim of his lecherous eye as he passed through the halls of the school? Had he hit up the rest of his brothers professors in an attempt to give the new father an easy semester? Jorge didn’t go so far as to say any of that, but he had to smirk at Abel’s remark.

”I’m honored,” he said with a deadpan tone. He popped a few more peanuts into his mouth, chewed on them turned his attention to Abel. He was hardly devastated from a lack of Abel in his life, but he chose to ignore that. ”Fine, thank you for asking. As I said, lot of grading, lot of stress with the new semester coming on,” he offered a small smile. ”But nothing that I’m not used to.” He paused. ”If you don’t mind my asking M...Abel, what do you do, if anything, for a living?”

Drinks and conversation. That’s how they were going to start this off. And if Abel wanted things to go successfully, maybe, then he’d have to play along.

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Abel Jensen
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He'd been in a great fucking mood since the night before when Jorge had agreed to meet him for drinks and it just carried over to today. Of course, those good vibes were just amplified when he walked into the bar and actually saw the guy sitting there. Not like he'd thought he would be stood up when all they had agreed to was drinking and that was safe enough for the guy not to bail. Even if he hadn't seen Jorge sitting there then he would have been a bit disappointed but he would have enjoyed himself either way.

Fortunately, the professor was there and the sight brought a wide smirk to his face as they exchanged greetings and Abel ordered a round for the two of them. With a renewed sense of excitement, he launched right into teasing Jorge with missing him and turning the question around for the other to answer if he'd been doing good despite Abel not being around. But only after he assured the man that his attention was reserved for him. "I'm honored." "Who wouldn't be." Pffffffft, a lot of people probably but he wasn't letting that ruin is mood

Nah, this was going to be great. Jorge had mentioned that he was fine but busy and could handle it. "If you don't mind my asking M…Abel, what do you do, if anything, for a living?" What, like, he really thought Abel didn't do shit for a living? Mean, it was fair to assume that maybe he didn't because there were people who were jobless by force or choice. Abel was kind of an ass though and that grin widened his lips.

"'m an escort. You didn't know?" There was clear amusement in his voice. "Does this mean you're not paying me?" He couldn't help but take the opportunity to see how Jorge would react to his sarcastic heckling. He took a sip of his drink and laughed. "I do work though, not as an escort." Though he probably could have turned a profit doing that. "I got out of the military like six or seven months ago and I've been helping at the gun range since then… I run the safety courses and the conceal carry shit." He shrugged. He liked working with gun and he got free range time doing it but he wanted something more active. "Kinda tired of standing behind a counter though."

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Jorge Cervantes
 Posted: Jan 13 2018, 01:58 AM
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God his smugness. At times, listening to people like that, Jorge just wanted to punch them in the jaw. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand was people who were overly full of themselves. But it was funny that Jorge didn’t exactly feel like that towards Abel. Rather than make him clench his fists, the professor merely smirked and shook his head. He was smiling a bit more easily the longer he listened to Abel talk. That was a dangerous sign but one that he wasn’t exactly paying attention to.

Turning in his seat so that he faced Abel fully, he took another drink of his beer, one arm leaning on the bartop as he conversed with him. If they were going to talk, he wanted to know a few minor things about Abel. After all, as he told him before, he doesn’t fuck people he didn’t know. Not that that was what he was planning. Actually it was far from it -- right? He couldn’t think too much on that, really, as he just wanted to talk to the younger man to learn a bit more about him.

Did he have a job? He could guess the man’s age based on the fact that his younger brother was in his class. That had to put Abel somewhere in his mid-twenties. Jorge had to fend off that feeling of foolishness that wanted to embed itself in his mind. What was he doing? He over twice Abel’s age and here they were, at a bar, having a drink together.

Again, it was just a drink! Wasn’t it?

He inquired after Abel’s profession. Male escort. Being a professor of literature he was familiar with sarcasm, both written and oral. Though Abel silence was pressing for a moment or so longer than he would have liked, he eventually laughed it off, saying that he wasn’t an escort.

”Good. If there is one thing I learned is that you don’t pay for sex,” he snorted. A regular person may have assumed that was just a joke but Abel? Jorge vaguely wondered if he had accidentally put the prospect of sex on the table after all. He pushed on passed the comment and instead tried to focus on learning about Abel.

He wasn’t an escort. Instead he had just left the military and was not working at a local gun range where he taught safety courses. It was a surprisingly mundane job title, he had to admit, but that certainly wasn’t a bad thing. The way Abel talked, he actually assumed the young man was a pornstar of sorts. It was actually...nice to hear that he held down a regular job.

”Interesting,” he finally said. ”I’ve known a few students who were either considering that route or were part of ROTC.” He took a drink. Oddly enough, he found himself...relaxing. He offered the younger man a small smile. ”Did you enjoy the military?” he inqueried. ”If you want to do something more fitted to your skills, have you considered the police force?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious. ”I’m sure a small town like this can use officers.”





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Abel Jensen
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Smugness kinda suited him. Maybe it was because he was just as good at laughing at himself as he was being way to fuckin' confident about shit. Whatever, he pulled that shit off better than most people but the worst part was that he knew it worked for him. Abel had a lot of practice honing that overwhelming confidence that made him think it was okay to disregard personal space and shamelessly throw himself at those he found attractive.

Jorge was one of the lucky, not so, few who had fallen into that category and the more he ignored or downplayed his advances the more Abel was determined to fuck him. Maybe he was being too damn presumptuous about it but… oh fuckin' well. Unless he got that firm 'no' he was going to keep on pressing his luck. Shit, he couldn't help it when his companion looked as good as Jorge did and maybe they did have a pretty big age gap but so fucking what? Clearly, Abel had a thing for older guys and that put the professor in his proverbial cross-hairs.

It just happened the line up perfectly to joke that he worked as an escort because, ya know, people always said 'do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life' or some shit like that. Point being that he loved sex and could have made a nice living doing something like that. He liked drinking too but he was trying not to blow through the one drink that Jorge had promised to accompany him for and the other's response to his feigned career had overshadowed his desire to take a drink for the moment.

"You rockin' my world would be payment enough." He countered, shifting to turn towards the other and placing his hand on the guy's knee. "Bet a guy like you could even teach me a thing or two." That smirk steadily in place as his hand crept teasingly slowly upwards but stopping about thigh and squeezing lightly. Fuck… too much of that and he'd get himself all riled up.

He didn't take his hand back but let the conversation carry on to what he actually did for work. "Yeah, I did a bit of ROTC," intentionally pronounced rot-sea. "Got me a higher paygrade after boot camp which was nice… Mean, the job itself was pretty cool but I was special ops so things got to be pretty intense sometimes." For a moment that smirk fell away as he remembered how intense things could actually get but he didn't linger on it, instead focusing on the suggested career change. "An officer, huh?" He knew nearly every cop in town, they were practically family and that was probably enough of a reason to try it out but he didn't say any of that. "I might be too tempted to frisk people." He feigned thoughtfulness. "I know I wouldn't be able to pass up the chance to pat you down." That'd be way to tempting.

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Jorge smirked a little. He didn’t reply to Abel’s comment about him being able to teach him a thing or two. Vaguely he wondered at the veracity of that, feeling that, truthfully, he didn’t know. Jorge was by no means unexperienced, but it had been awhile since he had actually had sex. In the twenty years that had passed since Gemma’s passing, he could probably count on his hands the number of sexual partners he had. All of it was fairly standard, of course, nothing over-the-top as heard about on the internet. Abel, however, seemed like the kind of man who got to experience sex in all its varieties on a far more frequent basis. How could Jorge really compete with that? In the end, he just shrugged his shoulders.

”You never know.” he left it at that. Again, it wasn’t a stern denial but it certainly wasn’t a promise for the evening either. It seemed that Jorge was just continuing to play the mysterious possible bedmate, but deep down it was more because he was stalling for time while he figured out what he really wanted to do. That, he just didn’t know.

When Abel had revealed he was former military and was living his life working as a safety coach on the gun range, the professor nodded his head. Again, it seemed so...standard for Abel, but he stated as much, saying how wanted to get out from behind the desk. Jorge understood this predicament, even offered suggestions as to maybe he could possibly join the police force in town. They certainly needed the help.

It was then that Abel became something that the poet simply hadn’t had expected -- real. It was one of those rare moments in the conversation where he wasn’t making a pass, where he didn’t try to feel Jorge up, but rather was being probably the most honest that he had ever heard him. He could hear the click in his voice, the moment where the sex-charged young man vanished and the real one appeared. It was brief but it almost touched the professor. When Abel had said how intense it was, Jorge lifted his bottle of beer towards him in salute.

”I can only imagine,” he said with earnesty. Military wasn’t for everyone and, those that came back, well, they weren’t the same as when they left. How had Abel faired with all of that?

But just as soon as that moment started, it slipped away and Jorge could feel that overpowering wave of sexuality pushing against his will again. Abel practically purred when he mentioned the idea of being an officer. Soon enough his hand hand found a place on Jorge’s leg again, this time a little higher, towards his thigh. In an attempt to accentuate his point, he stated that he wouldn’t be able to keep from frisking people up inappropriately -- including Jorge. Almost as if in response to the comment, Jorge could feel a very slight discomfort in his jeans. Damn this guy was just way too persistent.

Jorge cleared his throat, taking his beer up and having another sip. His first beer was nearly done now, though it didn’t escape his memory that Abel had bought him another. Rather than be homefree with the near empty bottle in his hand, he had another to go through. Even at this point the older man was beginning to wonder just how much longer his resolve would last. So, rather than hide from it, he would just address it directly.

Having Abel’s full attention, Jorge offered him an exhausted smile and a shake of his head. ”Abel, what’re you doing?” he asked him honestly. ”Why are you chasing me? Surely you’ve worked off that lust since the last time we met?” He snorted. ”If you think I’m some desperate, loaded sugar daddy, I can assure you, you won’t receive any new cars or pretty baubles from me.”

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Sex was a good part of what filled Abel’s time and it had kinda been like that from the beginning but that was expected. Right? Mean, when you lose your v-card at fuckin’ fifteen to a early twenties porn star it basically sets a person up to be damn active. It didn’t hurt that he was practically dripping with sex appeal and fuckin’ knew it. So, yeah, he’d done a lot of shit and experimented with a bunch of different styles of sex.

There was always something new to be learned and Abel was going to screw as many people as he could in the interest of finding out all he could about the activity. Shit, and he was abso-fucking-lutely going to enjoy every bit of it too.

He was pretty convinced that Jorge could teach him something and though it had been a while for the professor it still wouldn’t have deterred Abel. Nah, his mind had already been made up that he wanted a piece of that. He’s was amazingly focused on that too right up until his reality made a sneak appearance.

Usually, he did fine with ignoring the traumas from his time in the military and that was how he liked it. In his opinion, it was just a weakness that he stuffed in the back of his mind in the hopes it would go away. Sometimes it still crept to his conscious thoughts and froze him up a bit.

Not that it generally lasted too long but it was annoying. Jorge tipped his bottle towards him as Abel was suppressing the negativity and the ex-SEAL managed a smile and a sip of his beer… he fuckin’ needed it right then. He needed the distraction of contact too and he got that from his hand on the other’s leg.

That bit of contact was nice but he wanted more, always more. Then Jorge asked what was he doing. He’d sorta thought his attempts at sex were pretty obvious but realized shortly that wasn’t what had been meant. Jorge wasn’t a sugar daddy, but Abel didn’t need one. ”’m trying to show you a good time.” A smirk steady on his lips as he slipped onto his feet. Ignoring his beer on the bar, he settled both hands on the man’s thighs and caressed his way up to his hips where he gripped. ”I don’t want anythin’” His voice had that husky growl back. ”Just need you to let me.”

As he spoke, he leaned closer and wrapped one arm around Jorge to pull him close, his other hand sliding under the guy’s shirt and up his back. When his words finished, he closed the gap between them and brushed his lips ever so lightly over Jorge’s, giving a gentle nip to the man’s lower one.

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Jorge just didn’t know what he was doing anymore. Sitting in the bar with a virtual stranger, a man whom he had only met in person once before when he had come to his class asking for an extension for his brother. A man who seemed to understand very little about personal space and who immediately made his intentions known. Jorge wasn’t used to this type of forwardness and, in all fairness, simply didn’t know how to handle it. He had bought himself some time when he had told the other “maybe another time” but he hadn’t expected that time to come again so quickly. An email exchange and suddenly here he was, still no idea what he was doing.

The hand felt good on his thigh. Really, that was all he would say about it. Normally the professor didn’t care for someone invading his personal space in such a manner. Students never seemed to understand that concept and tended to stand directly in front of him, almost as if hoping that their proximity would somehow grant him the ability of sight again. The only thing that it did give him was a twisted stomach thanks to the smell of stale french fries on their breath. But this, surprisingly, was different.

His space was invaded but Jorge surprisingly didn’t seem to care all that much. Rather than push the other’s hand off of him like last time, he didn’t make any move at all. Instead he just found himself bewildered to the point where he had to just ask the question that was plaguing his mind since their first conversation -- what did Abel want?

No more bullshit. No more innuendo. No more teasing. Jorge asked Abel, flat out, what was he doing? Not in the physical sense but what was it he was doing in pursuing the blind poet? Surely there were other professors he would have twisted and smiled under his attention. So what was it that Abel wanted from him? If it was just another sugar daddy, then he was going to be completely out of luck. Jorge didn’t earn the kind of money it took to keep a hot young thing happy, nor did he want to try.

So what was it? Jorge couldn’t wait to hear.

His question, rather than make Abel think, seemed instead to embolden him. The poet sat in silence, listening as the younger man stood up from his seat. He said something about trying to show him a good time. Jorge was about to response but the sensation of two pairs of his hands on his thighs made the man pause. A growl filled Abel’s voice as he leaned closer and admitted that he didn’t want a damn thing -- just for Jorge to let him show the time he had been promising since they first met.

He gulped. Abel was closer now. Jorge could feel his spine stiffen up a bit at the extremely close proximity. All personal space was shattered as the much younger man crept close enough for Jorge to feel his breath on his neck. Suddenly, in that moment, any fears about what people were thinking or might say were tossed out the window. Instead he felt a snap reverberate throughout his core when Abel’s lips grazed his own.

Damn it.

His eyes closed. His body loosened. One arm reached around Abel’s waist to pull him closer as he plunged in and kissed the man back. Lips locked, that tingle of electricity turned into a complete circuit, flowing throughout his entire body. His head tilted as he kissed Abel, holding the man closer to him as he allowed himself to just fall into the sensation of it. He was too tired to fend it off any longer -- he wanted this.

As the kiss ended, Jorge breathed a shaky sigh as he ground his teeth, tightening his jaw. There was still confusion whipping throughout his brain but he was choosing to ignore most of it and, instead, just said in an equally low and husky voice.

”Let’s go.”

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