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The man he let run it for him.

“So I was thinking of a themed night next Friday.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Heaven and Hell.”

“Like Halloween stuff?”

“Kinda.”

Aaron lifted his eyebrow. “You feeling all right? It’s July.”

“I know that, but every club will be doing Halloween in October, all that competition. So I thought I could do a Halloween night now but call it Heaven and Hell.”

“It’s July,” Aaron repeated.

Jett took a step back laughing. He was smiling again, the smile that made his eyes gleam, and Aaron’s stomach fizzle.

“I know, but we pride ourselves on being different, and every other club’s doing a Hawaiian night, or a beach party theme—”

“Both more suited for summer.”

“But I think I can do a better night. Heaven and Hell, we can recycle the Halloween props, get a few new bits. Costumes, cocktails, merchandise.”

“I dunno, Jett—”

“Please, I can make it a success. It will be, I swear it.”

Aaron exhaled through his nostrils. “You’re gonna ask me for extra money, aren’t you?”

Jett pressed his hands together in a begging pose. He pushed out his bottom lip, forced his eyebrows together, and did the puppy-dog look he’d perfected. Money was no issue for Aaron. He had it by the bucket load, but he liked to pretend he was strapped for cash, just to see Jett beg, then relish in the grateful glow when he “gave in”. It was like sex, and he wasn’t ready for it to end. He wanted to know how far he could take it first before the satisfying climax.

He fixed his face into an expression of sorrow. “Look, I’m sorry—”

“Please, please, please. If you want me to get down on my knees and beg I will.”

Aaron’s cock twitched. He was thankful he was seated at the bar, his crotch hidden. He didn’t say anything, which only seemed to make Jett more determined. He rushed out from behind the bar, dropped to his knees, and pressed his hands together. Aaron willed his brain to function, but every drop of blood in his body had shot towards his crotch at the sight of Jett on his knees. Jett begging, bobbing up and down, eyebrows twitching, lips moving to shape the word “please”, over and over. Aaron couldn’t hear him, his pounding pulse drowning out Jett’s voice.

“Okay,” Aaron said shakily, turning away and swallowing hard. “Fine, you’ve worn me down.”

He didn’t turn back to Jett on the floor, too tempted to undo his zipper and shove his cock at his mouth. Jett went back behind the bar and stood in front of Aaron.

“Thank you.”

Jett sighed blissfully, big smile on his face, eyes wide and awed, and Aaron basked in it, only wishing he could see that look more. Maybe with Jett’s face covered in sweat, and his eyes glassy from pleasure.

He wanted to have Jett, in every possible way, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his lust at bay. His mind flashed up images at the most inappropriate moments, Jett splayed out on the bar, bent over one of the tables, or down on his hands and knees in the middle of the dance floor. The hot glimpses made Aaron sweat, but that, Jett on his knees, that had been a different level of torture, and he shuffled, rearranging the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t look so worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yeah, I won’t let you down.”

“You better not. So Heaven and Hell … Angels and Devils.”

“Yep, Good or bad.”