"Thanks a lot," said Jack caustically.

"You should thank me," replied John indignantly. "And you really should be more careful about who you hook up with, until you know your way around here better."

"She looked harmless enough," Jack shot back.

"Let's just say, Mrs. Patrova has some nasty attachments." John smirked, as he just about saw the blood drain from Jack's face.

"She's..."

Now the full grin came out. "Mrs. Drill Sergeant Patrova...welcome to the conversation."

Jack blew air out of his cheeks. "I really should thank you. That guy's a psychopath...he would've ripped my balls off."

John's eyes dropped. "Wouldn't want that..."

Jack looked over John's lean frame as he leaned back against the booth, his erection still standing proud. "So...you wanna come and finish what Mrs. Drill Sergeant started?"

Smug bastard! thought John. "What do I get out of it?"

The look he received had him quickly sliding into the booth next to Jack. John's tongue moved slowly across his lips as he looked down at Jack's hard-on, the sight of the glistening slit making him want to run his tongue along it. He reached out to place his open palm on top of Jack's shaft, his thumb circling around to smear the pre-come over the tip. He closed his fingers around Jack, his own cock throbbing in response to Jack's groan as he rotated his wrist drawing the foreskin all the way back.

Jack's eyes closed, his head thrown back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

John dragged his eyes away from where Jack's cock disappeared into his fist, to look at the man sitting next to him. Jack's chest heaved as John moved his hand slowly but firmly along his length, John followed the movement of muscles as he swallowed, his eyes landing on Jack's now parted lips, moving up to long lashes that nearly rested on his flushed cheeks. You are fucking stunning...

Jack shuddered and grabbed a wad of napkins from the holder on the table, pushing them down over John's hand to stem the flow as he came. Holding John's hand in place for a moment, Jack looked at him and grinned. "It's nice to finally meet you by the way..." When John moved away, Jack tucked himself back in his trousers. Without looking at him, Jack reached out and palmed John through his pants, leaning over to nip at the soft spot behind his ear, making him groan.

John opened his eyes when he felt Jack's hand leave him. He looked to his cohort, and Jack smiled at him as he sunk under the table. "Fuck me," he breathed, as Jack's fingers worked his flies open.

"All in good time," Jack assured him. "But for now..."

John moaned as Jack massaged his balls. Sliding his hand up under John's shirt to rest on his chest, Jack leant in to bite the soft flesh below his belly, his cheek rubbing against his shaft. John watched as Jack brought his tongue to stroke along his slit, working the tip under the very edge of his foreskin. It took all his strength not to push forward when Jack took him in, the sight of that smart mouth wrapped around his cock making him want to cry out.

John snaked his hand under the table and found the back of Jack's head. So very nice to meet you too...