The days dragged on and soon it was near Thanksgiving time. Jon hated the holidays, mostly because he never got to celebrate them as a kid. He never had a big meal on Thanksgiving or presents on Christmas, unless you counted the filthy men his father brought home feeling him up before they left for their holiday binge. This time of year was always a drag to him and Jon hated the constant reminder that he'd never celebrated these times, the decorations hanging around the city or people talking about their plans for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. It was obnoxious to him and he couldn't wait until January rolled around so he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. During work, he'd gotten more job assignments since a lot of the workers were using up their vacation time this week, splitting it up between now and December. Often times he'd work as a waiter and some nights as security. As fun as it was, he missed the bar and the seclusion it provided. He didn't have to worry about looking back all the time, thinking someone was following him, waiting to strike him or anything. But he knew it was only for a short time so he did what he had to do and shut his mouth, not complaining about it once.

He'd expected Joe to became a distant memory, but Jon thought of him more often than not. Especially on those lonely nights in his room as he laid on his bed, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He thought about Joe's smile, the feel of his large hand against Jon's and how it would feel against his body. He had vivid dreams about Joe touching him all over, tracing long fingers over his stomach, length, and ass. It became frustrating, but Jon couldn't deny how it made him feel every morning he woke up with a boner, courtesy of the mysterious man. He tried to watch gay porn, tried to get more in touch with that side of him that he now knew he had. That side of him that made blue eyes linger to men's faces and bodies, judging if they were good looking or not. That side of him that had those same eyes staring at bulges, wondering if whatever random guy he was staring at was as big as those men in the porn videos and how it would feel if they were inside of him. It unsettled him a lot at first, though. Watching men fucking, the bottom begging for the top to slam into him harder even though he was already getting pounded with a merciless force. He tried to touch himself, making his fingers wet and rubbing them against his entrance, moaning with his back arching off the bed, but he couldn't bring himself to slide the digits inside of himself. It scared him too much to take that final step and that frustrated him even more. He was becoming crazy with lust and if he didn't get a hold of himself, he knew that he would go to one of those brothel houses to take care of the needs he had harbored up inside of him. He felt ashamed at his actions and thoughts, embarrassed even in public cause he thought people could read his mind and knew what he was up to. Ashamed to even work with the kids at the club after watching porn and attempting once again to finger himself just hours prior. He was going mad- absolutely mad.

On Thanksgiving night, Jon was working as a waiter, glad that the people who came into the casino that night shared his thoughts and feelings on the holidays. It lifted his spirits even more after getting the news that he was able to go home tonight earlier than usual with a bonus for working so hard. An hour or so before his shift was due to be over, his eyes caught sight of a familiar man, though, and those spirits came tumbling down into a fit of nervousness and embarrassment. Joe, along with a few friends, were being led to a booth in his section of the small restaurant, having Jon running to the back in an attempt to catch his breath. He could only hope that Joe had forgotten who he was, but even he knew that was a long shot. Grabbing a meal, he set it on the serving platter and walked out of the kitchen, heading over to set the plate down in front of a grumbling old man, reassuring that if he needed anything, to catch his attention and he'd be right over. Swallowing thickly, he set the serving platter on the counter behind him and slowly walked over to the booth that Joe was seated at, his fingers fumbling with his small notepad and pen. "G-good evening. My name is.. Jon and I'll be your waiter this evening.." He looked at Joe through his lashes, but noticed the man was too engrossed in his menu and hadn't noticed him yet. "What can I get you all to drink?"

One by one the men ordered drinks that varied from beers to water with lemon before he got to Joe, who finally looked up and a smile spread over his face. "I'll have a Long Island Ice Tea and a water." He said, his voice as silky and deep as Jon remembered it. Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around the man beside him, fingers drumming against his shoulder. "And some of those boneless wings. Honey barbecue."

Jon's face flushed slightly as he nodded, quickly jotting his order down and trying to keep the thoughts that this other man was Joe's boyfriend out of his head. "Okay, do you all need a few minutes to look over the menus?" The men mumbled yes and Jon nodded, turning to leave, but his wrist was captured, stopping him in his tracks.

Joe stood, his tall frame hovering over Jon's own as his long hair glided around his shoulders. "Point me to the bathroom, will you, Jon?"

Clearing his throat, Jon lifting a shaky hand towards the huge neon sign that showed where the restrooms were. "There."

"Thank you.." Joe said softly and winked at him before moving towards the bathrooms.

Jon quickly recovered and moved to go into the back to grab the men's drink orders, trying to compose himself. God, what was it about this man that made him turn to complete mush? He'd been getting some information on him through Renee since the party. The two of them quickly became friends and stayed in contact through text and at times even video chatting since she was back in Georgia now. She could talk endlessly about Joe, knowing a lot about him since apparently he was an open book. Coming back to reality, he balanced the seven drinks on a serving platter as he walked back over to the men, setting the appropriate drinks down on the table. Joe still hadn't returned by that time, but still began to take the orders from the other men. Jon stared at the man who Joe had his arm around longer than he intended to as he took his order. He was young like the rest of him, hair half blond, half black and Jon remembered what Renee said about Joe liking his men blond. He focused on writing down what the handsome man ordered and nodded as he slide the pad into his pocket on his apron, looking around with still no sight of Joe. "I'll return in a bit to see if he has come back."

He went to go put the orders in then stood at the kitchen door, staring out the window to watch for when Joe returned. He didn't want to come back at the same time, seeming too eager, but he didn't want to keep them waiting. Jon was, after all, working no matter what the circumstances were. He frowned after a few minutes that Joe hadn't returned and watched as the two toned man stood and headed over to the bathroom. Grabbing a meal for another table, he left the serving platter where it was and told him boss he was going to take a leak real quick, getting the okay. After giving the meal to the woman sitting by herself at one of the tables, he took off his apron and tucked it behind the counter before going to the bathroom and taking a few breaths before walking inside. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he should have had an idea of what he was walking into. As soon as he opened the door, a moan flooded out of one of the stalls followed by a few more and a command to 'stop, slow down, baby. Fuck..' It made his stomach turn, but he didn't walk away. Instead, he stepped further into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him so it wouldn't slam shut. His eyes scanned the stalls and noticed the only occupied one was the handicap stall, his teeth worrying into his lip. He heard more moans and suckling sounds, a loud wet pop, then sloppy kisses.

'Mm, so sexy, daddy.'

'Ssh.. Hurry up. We've been here too long..'

'I should leave you just like this. Make you go out there with this boner.'

'Do that and I'll never fuck you again.'

A pout was audibly heard before moans erupted from the stall. 'But, daddy..' The 'a' sound was dragged out before a shifting sound was heard, the two toned man probably standing. 'You know I love this dick too much. You can't threaten to never fuck me again..'

'Colby, my dick hurts. Please..'

'Tell your boy how much you need him.'

'So much. Need my baby boy so much, please.'

'You're sexy when you beg.'

'And you're annoying when you tease. Hurry up, please.'

A phone chirped and there was a short pause before Colby laughed. 'Robert's asking what's taking us so long.

'He's a nosy fuck. He knows why.'

'Think he wants you to fuck him.'

'Been there, done that.'

'Dirty boy.'

'Look who's speaking, slut. On your knees. Hurry up.'

'The more you rush me, the more I tease.'

'Colby, please. Damnit, please.' Joe moaned.

'Fine, fine.. But you're making this up to me later. I want two good rounds of fucking.'

'Like a cum whore.'

'Worst. Treat me like absolute trash.'

'Shouldn't bee too hard.'

Colby laughed. 'Dick.'

'Yes, dick. Now suck mine.'

Jon shook his head and moved to leave the bathroom, tugging at his jeans that became tight around his hardening length. Just what he fucking needed. Just fucking great. He tried his damnest to forget about what the two men in the bathroom were doing and quickly got back to work, thanking God that his shift was almost over so that he could go home for the night.