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Oh Jesus Christ Jerry, why?!
“H-How did you find everything, today?” Customer service has never been Jack’s strong suit, even on a good day. People are terrible, especially around these parts, and frankly he’d prefer to avoid all interactions with them if possible. He’s been robbed and assaulted while working here by the general clientele enough times to know they just plain aren’t friendly, so he keeps the talking to a bare minimum. Usually, that isn’t too hard. They don’t care about what he has to say and vice-versa. Still, this time it’s a bit harder.
Okay a bit is an understatement. It’s way, way harder right now, and that has everything to do with Jerry, who's hiding beneath the counter, sucking him off like Jack’s dick is going out of style.
Never has Jack been grateful for the screaming coming from the vents before now– it’s loud enough to drown out the more than likely downright obscene noises Jerry is probably making. And thank God for that, because Jack's pretty sure he wouldn't have any way to rationalise or explain what the noise would be.
“It was fine, pretty sure your soda machines fuckered. Tried gettin’ myself some good ol’ Dew and that shit came out blacker than tar!” The guy hadn’t noticed what was going on, handing the correct amount of cash to him for his purchases.
In particularly specific situations like this, wearing the heavy clothing he always does counts as a blessing. The flush to his face can easily be chalked up to the long sleeve shirt and hoodie being worn in ninety degree weather rather than… Well, he doubts what's actually going on here would be the first thing to come to anyone's mind.
Jerry’s tongue prodded at his tip, having pulled back just enough to grasp him in his hands. It drew a twitch and quiet gasp from Jack, which he quickly played off as a cough. “Alright, uh, yeah. I’ll figure that out s-sometime later… Have a good day.” it must have been reasonably convincing, because the guy didn't bat an eye at his odd behaviour. Or he didn't care. That is definitely a possibility as well.
The man threw the sack of deer corn over his shoulder, grabbed his bag of long expired junk food and headed for the door. The moment he’d left the building, Jack groaned and slumped, head hitting the cool– albeit sticky– counter.
“ F-Fuck , oh my God why didn’t you stop?” Whatever ire he’d tried to display in his voice was unconvincing sounding even to his own ears, especially with the heavy breaths and shake to his words. Jerry plunged back his length, a slight snort coming from beneath him. Jack’s thighs instinctively clenched together tighter at the feeling.
The feeling of his cock hitting the back of Jerry’s throat, the warmth enveloping him and the close call encounter with the shopper had Jack’s head spinning with dizzying pleasure. At this point, if someone had walked in he wouldn’t have even cared. The only thing he could think about was the way Jerry was sucking him off and how much he wanted to come down his throat.
“Hahh, Jerry shit …” Jack gripped the counter top hard, looking down at Jerry as he bobbed his head up and down his length. “Jerry, Jerry, if you keep– God I’ll–” Jack’s thighs shook hard, and he could feel the heat in him tightening.
“ Jerryy – Hahh, wha?” Just as he was getting there, as he could feel his orgasm approaching, Jerry stopped, pulling off of him with a pop. Jack couldn’t help but slump into the chair, breaths ragged and vision bleary. “Why did you–?”
“We’re heading home in… an hour or so, right? We can get things going real good then, huh?” Jerry’s voice was rough, a grin tugging at his lips as he climbed out from beneath the front counter.
“What?” Jack replied, flabbergasted. Jerry was seriously going to leave him like this? Hell, Jerry was hard too! Why would he decide to just– “Jerry, what? No, why wait until–”
“Because it’ll be way more intense then, you know?” He plopped down in the seat beside Jack, and Jack continued to stare at him, confused and annoyed. The approaching orgasm had simmered away, but arousal still thrummed through him, dick aching with want.
“Why does it matter where it happens?” Jerry crossed his arms and tried to give Jack his best mom face. It definitely didn’t look right on him, in fact he just looked silly. Some people could pull that expression off, like Rosa. Jerry, however, definitely was not one of those people. Especially when you actually know Jerry.
“Jaaaack.”
Jack huffed. Even annoyance hadn’t dulled the intense arousal, and so he reached for his cock to just jerk himself off. To his surprise, though, Jerry stopped him, pulling his hand away from his member.
“Come on, let's get your pants pulled up! We’ve got work things to do! Maybe, I guess.” Jerry exclaimed cheerily. The fact that Jerry could ignore his own very prominent raging hard on– sweatpants to work, really Jerry?– was frankly commendable.
“You’re being serious right now.” Jack stated. The shit eating grin on Jerry’s face only further confirmed it.
“As serious as a clown having a heart attack!” With that, Jack knew that whatever Jerry had planned that evening was clearly something worth suffering through uncomfortable boners for a while. With a sigh Jack tucked himself back into his underwear and pants, doing his belt back up and pulled his laptop out of his bag.
"Fine. Jerry, I need you to go check out the soda machines." Jack opened his laptop up, pulling up the important paperwork he unfortunately now needed to do. Damn the owners, leaving him the gas station in their wills…
Jerry whined petulantly. "Whaat? Are you actually going to make me work?"
"Yep. Now hurry it up. People get righteously angry about not getting their Dew, you know that." Jerry groaned and got up.
"This is my punishment, isn't it?! Having to work?!" Jack sighed and fixed a look towards Jerry. Evidently, the agitation on his face was enough to get Jerry to just get started. "Fiiine…"
"The faster you get it done the faster we can leave for the night."
"Oh man, sick! Maybe we could do another–?" Jerry was across the building in no time, checking the machine.
"No Jerry. You're not giving me another fake out like that."
"Man, you're no fun…"
Another hour of this. God , another hour…