Full Moon: Justin Jackson and DDot
I ain't even gonna front, I ain't even gonna lie
Since you walked up in the club, I've been givin' you the eye
We can dance if you want, get it crackin' if you like
Must be a full moon, feel like one of those nights
Justin's car was just cool enough now that if he got out of it, he knew that he would melt. The parking lot of Young's gas station was full as it was any Friday night in the summer. In the three years he had been playing for the Portland Aces, he had grown to love the evenings after practices. They would finish around six o'clock and he would go and get gas and a peach Faygo from the small store. He didn't know anybody in the parking lot this evening, but the part of town he was in the men liked to come on to him and other evident Omegas. They knew exactly who Justin was but it didn't warrant an autograph, but whistles instead. They were always older men who should have known better. He could already see a couple of them in white tank tops attempting to grab the attention of a young, slim, femme Black man coming out of the store.
Maybe that's what they like. Justin thought to himself. He looked up in the mirror where his black ice car freshener hung. He fluffed his 4b hair and looked down at his phone. He wanted to make it home in time to watch the Vegas versus San Fran game at seven, so he figured he should get out of the car. He opened his door and stepped out. After smoothing his shirt, he grabbed his phone and wallet in one hand as he had seen many gay people do. It was becoming a real talent of his. He shut his car door and could feel the excitement coming from the 40 and 50-year-olds surrounding the gas station's front door.
"Hey yella," one of them called as Justin kept his head down.
"You one of them Aces ain't you?" another one asked.
"Yeah," Justin answered swiftly as he opened the door. His heart was racing as he entered. He was already sweating. If not from the 100-degree weather, from the thought of stepping back outside to the horny old wolves. He slowed his breathing while walking over to the cooler section that held a wide array of 'hood' drinks. His eyes landed where they always did. That freezer cold peach Faygo was calling his name. He reached out.
" 'Scuse me." A voice beside him said reaching into the cooler with the Twister drinks inside. Justin recognized the diamond-plated watch.
"Damyean."
"Oh hey, J." Damyean, or "DDot" as he was called around the league, said recognizing the other man. The two men shook up in the way that Black men did, but instead of a quick release, DDot slowly let go of Justin's hand making him blush visibly.
"Y'all had practice?"
"Y-yeah," Justin said, now nervous around a man he had never been nervous around before. He had seen DDot hundreds of times. In summer leagues, scrimmages, regular and postseason games, but something about tonight was different.
"Us too," Damyean said, deciding on the blue drink.
"What you doing out here?" Justin asked, settling himself.
"Our practice gym flooded, so we had to use y'all arena."
"What about y'all arena?"
"Hockey game."
"Hmm," Justin said, almost to himself.
"You ever had one of these hot pickles, J?"
"Yeah, when I was, like, ten." Justin laughed as he touched the package in DDot's hand. He knew he was flirting on purpose but he really couldn't stop. Damyean looked so damn good in that gas station.
"Imma get you one."
"Ion want one."
"It's good for you. Potassium and shit like that."
They left the store together, bypassing and ignoring the dirty old men outside.
"You wanna sit in my car?" Justin asked, flashing his pretty brown eyes at Damyean.
"We can do that." They climbed into Justin's black Cadillac CT6 and Justin turned his air and radio on but down low.
"I want you to eat your pickle. It's bomb, I'm telling you," Damyean smiled.
"You and this damn pickle." Justin opened the package carefully to not to spill the juice. He drank it down and pushed the pickle up and took his first bite. "Mm." He said shortly.
"That's it?"
"What you want me to say?!" Justin laughed between chewing and DDot laughed with him. "Those old men gon' think something if they see me eating this, anyway. They always tryna flirt."
"Maybe you look good to them," Damyean said, still snickering.
"Maybe."
"Maybe it's the moon." Damyean looked up at the bright circle.
"What do you mean?" Justin asked, taking another bite of the spicy pickle.
"Full moons make you super horny or somethin'."
"Damn, that make a lot of sense."
"Why? You horny Justin?" Damyean didn't mean to, but his words prompted Justin to choke on his pickle.
"You good?"
"Yeah," Justin said, breathing well once again. "Why would you ask me that?" Justin asked, innocently.
"Just a question," DDot said as the car fell silent. Justin turned up the radio.
Nine o'clock (nine o'clock), home alone (home alone)
Paging you (paging you)
Wishing you'd come over my place (my place)
"Ain't nothing like some Ginuwine," Damyean said, lightening the mood...
"You ain't lying." Justin was now nervously sucking on the pickle. They both began to hum along with the radio to the chorus of "So Anxious" by Ginuwine.
"Maybe, I should go. It's late. Plus the Rush game 'bouta come on." Damyean said before Ginuwine hit the next verse.
"You'll never make it home in time."
"I'll just DVR it, no big deal."
"Come over."
Justin's apartment was a relief from the sweltering heat. Looking around, Damyean could definitely tell that an Omega lived there. White, clean, plush rugs, and marble tables. No sign of a boyfriend, not that Damyean had ever seen one around Justin. The guys on his team had ranked Justin 10th on the Aces. He wasn't ugly in any way, but they had decided they wanted to fuck Terance Mann just a little bit more.
"You cold?" Justin said, kicking his Birkenstock's off and turning on the TV to the game that was four minutes and twenty-seven seconds in.
"Naw," Damyean said, removing his Gucci slides to be considerate of the other man's wooden floors. They sat down on Justin's small white plush sofa. Or at least it seemed small. They were sitting close. Damyean tried focusing on the game.
"Justise always flopping. Jordan didn't even touch him."
"Don't act like you ain't see Seth sneak him, though," They were both showing some division loyalty. Justin twisted his Faygo open and took a sip. It was warmer than usual, but it still reminded him of high school in Houston. "I ain't know you was hood like that. A peach Faygo?" Damyean smiled.
"Funny." Justin fake smiled.
"I never noticed your dimples."
"Really? That's the first thing niggas notice."
"Yeah, 'cause they're cute." Damyean smiled.
"Whatever," Justin said, smiling to himself as he turned back to the game. 30-23 Rush at the end of the first. They sat in silence for the first half of the second quarter. Damyean figured he had something too forward yet again. Or Justin didn't like being called 'cute' altogether. It was the latter. All the Alphas thought Justin was 'cute'. He hadn't had much Alpha interaction since DeMarcus popped his PBA cherry three years ago and gave him chlamydia.
The other half of the second quarter, Justin asked if Damyean was okay watching in the dark. That was how he watched all of the games he could catch at home. Like they were movies. It was okay by DDot. So the lights were turned off and when Justin sat back down, it seemed to be closer than he was before, which Damyean didn't think was possible. Damyean could see the full moon peeking in through the kitchen window. It was beautiful. He tapped Justin's knee to tell him to look on at the big bright moon. Justin turned his face toward Damyean and DDot couldn't help himself once their eyes met.
"You look beautiful tonight Justin." Justin smiled.
"Whatever."
"I'm serious. Can I…" Damyean was never a nervous man around any Omega, but his palms were sweating and his mouth was dry. "Can I kiss you?" Before Damyean could apologize for asking, his lips were locked with Justin's. Justin turned into the other man, keeping his lips on Damyean's. He didn't want to be aggressive in his kiss but something had come over him. He was basically on top of Damyean when they both decided they needed air.
"I'm...sorry,"
"For what?" Damyean asked.
"Jumping on you like that."
"Jump on me whenever you want to," Damyean smiled and Justin smiled back. DDot was incredibly sexy and Justin could help but to ask…
"You wanna...go to the bedroom?" He got up to lead the way as the half-time show began. Damyean didn't answer with his words but instead got up and followed the other man.
Just something quick was what Justin had decided on. He stood in front of his king-size bed with the white sheets and comforter and kissed Damyean once again. Damyean brought his hands up to Justin's waist and pulled him closer. It was rougher than what Justin was expecting, but he figured Damyean had to show him who was the Alpha. They kissed until Justin's lips felt numb. He was light-headed and he knew why. He dropped his head to look in the direction of Damyean's member. Justin sat down on his bed while Damyean stood and untied the drawstring on his track pants. He pulled them down just enough to expose his thick cock directly in front of Justin's face. Justin moaned involuntarily. He grabbed the piece and instantly began to make it wet with his warm mouth. Damyean threw his head back the instant Justin's inner cheeks sank on his dick. Justin was no rookie and Damyean could tell.
"Mmm." Damyean removed his matching jacket and lifted his white t-shirt. Justin's free hand rubbed his abs as the other hand jerked Damyean's cock. Justin slowly drew back on the piece and looked up with his pretty brown eyes. He laid back on his bed while Damyean jerked his own cock. Justin pulled his member out of the sweatshorts he was wearing. Damyean laid himself next to the other man as they both stroked their own and took turns stroking each other's cocks.
As their hips lined up Damyean took it upon himself to wad his spit in his hand and take care of both of them at the same time. Their lips were meeting once again and their tongues were tasting one another. Damyean's big hand, holding both of their cocks, was becoming wet with their pre-ejaculate. With their fluids mixing, Justin couldn't kiss Damyean anymore. He needed to moan out loud. He was loud and Damyean assumed he either didn't have any neighbors or just didn't care what his neighbors thought.
"Fuck," was the only word Damyean could make out of the loud moaning Justin was uttering. Damyean was rock hard and very close, but he took the time to let go of his own member to better service Justin. And that he did. He worked Justin's cock with the mixture of their juices. Damyean took his hand and put it under the other man's head for comfort. Justin's eyes were closed but his mouth never closed. "I'm gonna cum." Damyean smiled.
"Come for me, then, Justin." He became intense in his stroke and the room was filled with the wet sounds of each pull to the tip of Justin's cock and back down, repeatedly. Justin was quiet and that how he knew he was moments away. Justin could feel his hips bucking uncontrollably up into Damyean's hand and then he felt the intense euphoria he was looking for. Panting and gasping for air, Damyean kissed his lips, and then his dimples as Justin smiled.
Justin finished Damyean off in his mouth and let his sweet fluid trickle down his face and throat. Those pretty brown eyes shined in the full moonlight. He smiled up at Damyean.
And just like that, the second half was on.