Love in G Minor

Long day?"

Jack nodded, mouth quirked in a half smile. "It's looking up though." Bending, Jack kissed him softly, teeth dragging along the inside of his bottom lip as the kiss ended. Jack eased back, sitting across from him.

He preened and purred, legs stretching to rub against Jack's. "I got you an order of potato skins. It's not caviar, but it's something."

"I just want something so I don't faint on you. It's been a bear of a day." Jack shook his head and he could almost see his lover turning work off. "How was your day?"

"Luscious. The oboe player must have gotten laid, she was in tune." He winked, grinned, took one of Jack's hands and started massaging it.

Jack sat back, eyes softening. "Oh, that's nice. You spoil me."

"I do my best." He rubbed harder, working the tense spots.

"So who's the cute little muffin serving us this evening?"

"Benji. He's a doll-baby, all wide-eyed and trembly." His voice lowered. "He'd bruise beautifully."

Jack grinned at him. "I noticed his skin was rather pale. I noticed his lips, too. And his ass."

He grinned back. "Can you imagine it?"

"I can, lover." The heat in Jack's eyes was intense. "You always find the best toys."

"I don't know if he'll play, yet..."

The he in question came up, drinks in hand. "Here you go. Your food will be ready shortly."

"Thank you," Jack murmured, turning those eyes on Benji. "I'm sorry if I startled you earlier."

The slender cheeks pinked, eyes dropping a second. "I... Thank you."

"You're new here, aren't you?" Oh, Jack was interested, pouring on the charm, blue eyes warm.

"Yes. I just came in for college." Those eyes were so pretty, gentle.

"College? Cute and smart," Jack teased. "What are you majoring in?"

"Vocal performance and education." Oh, a singer and a teacher. The kids in this city would eat him alive.

"My Stevie here is a violinist." Jack nodded at him, eyes twinkling. Asshole knew he hated being called Stevie.

"Oh? Wow." He got a grin, a shy look. "You look like an artist."

He chuckled. "Thank you, I think."

"Oh, it was a compliment, lover. Wasn't it... I'm sorry where are my manners? I'm Jack." His lover held out a solid hand.

"Hello, Jack. I'm Benji. Well, the manager here says I should be Ben, but my name's really Benji."

Oh, God. They could eat him with a spoon. "And I'm Stephen."

Jack was practically purring. "Oh, Benji is a fine name."

Benji turned bright pink. "Thank you, Jack. I should go get your food. I'll be right back."

Jack watched the sweet little ass as Benji hurried away before turning back to him. "Oh, Stevie, it's not even my birthday!"

He chuckled. "Singers are high-maintenance, Jack-love."

"Higher maintenance than violinists?" his lover asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Never."

Jack laughed, socked foot sliding along his calf. "I want to watch you seduce him, Stephen-love. I want to watch him kiss you with those beautiful lips, sweet body trembling at his boldness."

"He's got eyes for you, love. You have him entranced." He spread his legs, purring.

"I'm the main course, Stephen. That doesn't make the appetizer any less appealing."

"Speaking of appetizer, yours is on the way." The sweet little thing picked his way across the bar, the lights dim, atmosphere intimate.

"Excellent. I find my appetites very much in need of satisfying." Jack pinned him a look. "Reel him in for me, lovely. I'll make it worth your while."