Summary: Bro won't take John on a date; when he finally caves and takes John to the club he's DJing at, John gets jealous - and a little drunk.
WARNING: This is NSFW

You've been whining for weeks about not having gone on a date yet, despite actually dating. Dirk has finally appeased you, but not in the way you would have liked - instead, he's brought you along to a club he's DJing at.

You're sitting alone at the bar, swirling the last of a green drink in your glass. During the past three hours, you've drunk around 5 drinks and been hit on by twice as many people, including the bartender. It's starting to get on your nerves.

"You know, if you're lonely, you could go up and suck the DJ's dick - heard if you're good enough he'll take you home, that one. Hasn't been around in a few weeks, though. My guess is that he's stringing along a shota boy toy, but you could always try your luck."

You look at the bartender fora long moment before sighing. "Maybe."

You spot a girl slipping onto the platform Dirk was on, sliding in front of him. Jealousy and anger fills you, and you get up, saying you'll get the tab on your way out. You make your way over to Dirk's platform.

The busty girl is unbuttoning Dirk's pants, and he's arguing with her. "I told you -"

"Told her what?" you snap. You glare at the girl, who raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you.

He starts at your presence. "John-"

"No need to explain. I'm just here to get this girl the fuck off what's mine."

She snorts. "He's a DJ, not yours. I don't care if you called dibs with your lame friends-"

"Actually, we're dating," Dirk cuts in. "That's why I was telling you to stop."

She glares at him and gets up. "Much fun you are."

You glare at him from the floor, eyes blazing blue fire. He starts to speak, but you cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. We can discuss it later."

You noticed his dick is sticking up from his underwear, and you yank it down, exposing him.

"John-" he starts saying, and he sounds slightly scared, but you don't even give him a chance to speak.

You glare up at him. "What? Some random chick can suck you off here and not me? Well sucks to be you, then, getting to stick your cock in college student's mouth." You wrap your lips around him, sucking hard.

He jerks, and you feel him getting hard in your mouth. You feel a moment of satisfaction as you realize she hadn't gotten him hard before your head is moving down.

His hand curls in your hair and you slap it off. He's not going to control you in the slightest.

You go down on him, fast and strong, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. He's saying things above you, but you can't hear a word of it - his music is too loud.

It's not too long before he comes, but longer than you expected. He jerks your head off on him, but he's coming before you're all the way off, and some of it gets in your mouth - the rest on your face.

You can feel him groan, the shudders of his body, when he sees you. You poke around and find a box of tissues, wiping your face with them and spitting out the nasty-tasting cum.

You sit there and wait for him to finish, which is thirty minutes later. He's impatient to leave, only stopping at the bar to collect his payment and pay for your tab.

When you're outside, he doesn't start speaking. You get a sinking feeling you're in trouble, that he's mad at you, but he's not tense - just quiet. But you can never tell with him.

You get into his car, and he drives you to an old fashioned diner that's surprisingly still open. When you're seated in a booth, he finally speaks.

"I thought you weren't ever gonna do that," he said nonchalantly.

"Do what?" you ask.

"Suck my dick. You said you never wanted to do that."

You realize that yes, you did say that. "I got jealous. Don't think it's going to happen all the time."

"You know, you're pretty cute when you're jealous," he says when she leaves.

"Was I cute sucking your dick?" you ask brusquely, still not happy with what happened.

"No. You were the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

You shiver.

The waitress brings your food quickly, and you take a long drink from your milkshake. It's thick and goes down slowly - you can feel Dirk staring at you as you down it, and you realize what he's probably thinking, and splutter. He grins, stuffing a few fries in his mouth.

After eating a little more, you finally ask the question that's been itching at you and spawning at least a little of your jealousy. "Dirk?"

He looks up. "Yeah?"

"I've just been thinking… about something the bartender said." You take a deep breath. "Am I your… 'boy toy'?"

He actually laughs at that, and it doesn't sound strained or forced. "No, John. You're never going to be at that level. You're way above that," he says once he's finished his bout.

You smile and relax, a warm flush donning your cheeks.