Satisfaction Guaranteed

by Samantha M. Derr

  "Don't I know it." Jessan shook his head ruefully. "I'm going to be paying my student loans forever. I hate my swing shift job, but I've got to hold down both jobs to keep the one I really like."

  Felipe made a tsk-ing noise. "Two jobs, that's crazy! But see, I know a lot of people now who have to do that, or else they can't live."

  "But is it really living, if all your time is spent at work?" It was intended to be a crack, but Jessan thought his words sounded too forlorn.

  "Oh, I don't know." There was warmth and mischief in Felipe's voice. "Depends on who you make time for outside work, right?"

  That same heated spark sent warmth through Jessan like he'd had a few more drinks, though he'd cut himself off at three. He wasn't even buzzed anymore, given how long they'd made out in the front seat before Felipe had decided to change the venue.

  They parked on the street and walked in, and Felipe kept a steady hand low on his back, a sensual reminder of the touches they had already exchanged between them. Jessan wondered if Felipe thought he'd run without tactile reassurance. To be fair, as the thought occurred, Jessan thought he might. Between wanting what those touches promised, and getting wound up over expectation and wondering whether he'd want more, Jessan was a mess of nerves.

  Felipe's place was one door among many in a line of apartments stretching across a concrete walkway. It was dark inside, and Felipe didn't flip the lights on, taking Jessan by the hand and leading him through to a narrow hall and the first bedroom to the right. He left the lights off there, too, though there was enough ambient light from the window to see one another. Felipe drew Jessan straight down to a mattress on the floor and pulled him into his arms for another hungry kiss.

  It drove thought and anxiety right out of Jessan's head and he gave into the moment.

  He surfaced from the kiss long enough to struggle out of his shirt with Felipe's help, and they shared a laugh over Jessan's layering before Felipe began to kiss his neck. He kept his hands at Felipe's waist for a moment until Felipe went for his fly, and that was like the signal that released Jessan from holding back. They shed their clothes with hurried movements, pausing only to kiss and lick and nip at the skin revealed. Jessan ended up face-down between Felipe's thighs, one hand caressing down an ankle to free him of his last sock as he nosed toward the cock that was standing hard and dark against his belly.

  "Nn, wait." Felipe lifted up, one hand caressing over Jessan's rows, not pushing him down but skipping lightly across the braided furrows.

  "Hmm?" Jessan slung his arms over Felipe's thighs.

  Felipe reached over the side of the mattress, searching hand making contact with something and returning with a condom. "If you don't mind?"

  "Thanks." Jessan accepted it and tore the wrapper open carefully, freeing the latex round and happy to note Felipe had handed over an unlubricated one, better for oral though the taste was still gross. He took Felipe's cock in hand and rolled the condom over him, rocking his hips against the mattress when his cock twitched to signal eagerness for the act, and he looked up at Felipe.

  His eyes glimmered at Jessan in the low light, his lips parted and breath ragged. He licked them and looked so hungry, so ready, that Jessan kept his eyes locked on him as he bent to take Felipe in his mouth.

  The look in his eyes, the groan that came from his lips, the way his head went back were all Jessan's rewards as he skimmed down over Felipe's cock smooth and fast, keeping his teeth well sheathed even as he wrinkled his nose at the taste of latex. It had been a while, but not so long that Jessan had forgotten how it worked, or how much he enjoyed bending all his endeavors to making a man come.

  Latex was nasty, but the hard flesh he ran his tongue over had a satisfying firmness that he wished he could taste. Felipe's thighs trembled under his hands, and his low groans reverberated through Jessan as he sucked and went down in long, bobbing strokes, simulating the thrust of sex. He pulsed his own hips discreetly in time with his movements, liking the way Felipe stroked across his scalp without tugging on his braids. It was appreciative, and to Jessan, sexy as hell.

  "Hey." Felipe's low, husky voice pulled Jessan from his absorption. He pulled off, licked excess saliva from his lips, and lifted his head. "You want to—do you do anal?"

  Jessan pursed his lips and kissed the smooth skin above the crinkle of hair low on Felipe's belly. He nodded, unable to trust his voice. It had been a while, and he didn't do it with everyone. He'd met Felipe only that night, but he wanted it with him. The way Felipe looked at him, the charge that had sizzled between their bodies as they danced, made him think it would be good.

  "I've got lube." Felipe sounded even more strained. "You top, or bottom?"

  "Either." Jessan stroked Felipe's cock and shifted on the bed, pressing his own cock against the mattress to the same rhythm as his hand's movements.

  "Me too." That was unmistakable approval in Felipe's voice. It became a trace of laughter as he continued. "So, what, we flip a coin?"

  The thought he could have either, be either, gave Jessan a restless and hot feeling. He humped the bed a little while he pulled on Felipe's cock, and thought about it. What he wanted. "No, do me."

  "You sure…?" Felipe reached down, hand stroking his face.

  Jessan nodded, dipping down to give Felipe's cock an open-mouthed kiss, a brief farewell. "Besides, you've already got the condom on, you know?"

  Felipe licked his lips. "All right. Don't mind if I do." The sudden grin lit up the dark bedroom for Jessan.

  They shifted on the bed, Jessan moving up, Felipe swapping places for a moment and taking Jessan's socks off while he looked up at him with raised brows and a teasing smile on his lips.

  "What, you've never seen a TARDIS before?" Jessan asked, as Felipe's thumb caressed the prominent bone in his ankle.

  "Not on someone's socks." Felipe ducked his head and kissed the inside of his thigh. "But it's not that; I can't make love to a man wearing socks, you know?"

  The term made Jessan's heart contract; he squeezed down on a handful of sheet until it resumed function with uneasy thuds. "Making love—that's an old-fashioned term." He kept his voice light.

  "Ah, but have you ever done it with a Filipino before?" Felipe shifted again, prowling toward him.

  "No, you're the first." Jessan got up on his elbows, eager to see what came next.

  At first he thought Felipe was reaching for the lube, but he came up with another condom. Ah, reciprocation. Jessan was pleased he wouldn't be going in fingers-first without giving him something in return. He lapsed against the pillow when the condom went on, and all he saw was the ceiling, imagining the stars as Felipe went down on him. He stroked Felipe's neck and shoulders, involuntary pleasure noises leaving him at a particularly good stroke of his tongue or the swirling suction that took him deep. He was getting to the point he could have come from only that much when fingers entered the equation.

  Jessan relaxed and let Felipe take care of him. His movements were sure and well-timed. He kept sucking Jessan's cock like it was his own personal candy, entering him with one finger, then another, while Jessan remained relaxed, his body ready. There was no intrusion, only acceptance, until Jessan was squirming as he opened to Felipe's fingers. He stroked at Felipe's temples and cheekbones.

  "More, I want more," Jessan told him, and Felipe nodded, his heavy-lidded eyes gazing up Jessan's naked body as his lips withdrew along Jessan's glistening condom-covered length.

  He crawled atop Jessan, resting there for a moment in a full-body press as he joined their mouths again. It made Jessan's nose wrinkle, the taste of latex, even as he grasped Felipe's body, small firm buttocks in both hands and pulled him down against his body. They lurched together and Felipe groaned again.

  "Gonna get in you." Felipe panted in his ear. "Can I? You want me in you?"

  Jessan nodded, his breathing unsteady, not trusting himself to dirty talk. He widened his thighs and lifted his legs a little as Felipe got up over him, reaching down for his cock.


  They fit together, and their gazes locked once more as Felipe pushed into his body. It didn't hurt, but a shudder rippled through Jessan at the joining. There was always that first moment of discomfort, of weirdness. For Jessan it was usually accompanied by a touch of shame as well, the thought that he was doing something with his body that maybe he wasn't supposed to be. That night he was shameless, whether it was the lingering effect of drinks and dancing on his system or Felipe's eyes on him. He put his arms around Felipe's neck and lifted up into the first slow revolutions of his hips.

  That felt good, and so Jessan lifted his legs higher, squeezing them against Felipe's sides, urging more.

  "You like that?" Felipe kept moving, still tentative. He dipped his head to press a brief kiss on him before shifting, rolling his weight from hands to pelvis and beginning to thrust into Jessan with firm, insistent thrusts.

  "Yuh… yeah!" Jessan sped up his own rocking movements to meet that demand.

  Pleasure unfurled through his belly, uncoiled in his limbs, seeming to suffuse through every part of him the more Jessan opened up to Felipe's body. His balls were tight and he felt relaxed and wound up all at once, the pressure building in his cock, the pace of their sex gathering speed until their bodies slapped together and they were panting hard. Felipe gripped his arms and held him in place as he pounded into him.

  "Oh, oh…" Jessan reached up to wrap himself around Felipe as best he could, holding on tight. He was close to the line where pleasure tipped over into orgasm, and already beyond words or the capacity to shape them and let Felipe know.

  Felipe reached between them and took hold of Jessan's cock, jacking it fast and hard.

  "Oh, fuck," Jessan moaned, and let go. Felipe gave him a brief, closed-mouth kiss on the lips, still moving over him as Jessan came, and paused when Jessan's legs slumped to the bed. "Ahhh."

  Felipe thrust once more, groaned, and pulled out, unrolling the condom and swathing it in a tissue from the bedside. "Can I…?" He gestured toward Jessan's stomach.

  Jessan reached down to lazily scratch a thigh. "Be my guest." He watched with hazy eyes as Felipe whipped his hand over his cock until he groaned again, kneeling between Jessan's spread legs and coming across his stomach.

  For a moment, Felipe loomed above him, putting a hand to one of Jessan's knees. They shared a smile. Felipe lowered himself to the mattress in a slow collapse, and insinuated himself into Jessan's arms. "Good?"

  "So good."

  They breathed together in silence for a moment. Jessan turned his head when Felipe's lips touched his shoulder, dwelling there a moment before moving toward his neck.

  "Good enough you want to do it again?" Felipe gave him a hopeful look, equal parts mischief and sexy confidence. "Maybe you want to be on top this time?"

  "Hmm… I think I might be able to manage." Jessan rolled them, settling his weight atop Felipe before lowering his head to kiss him in turn. "As long as you're willing."

  "And eager."

  After round two, Jessan had to conclude sex with Felipe wasn't good.

  It was great. The one downside being it was vigorous enough that Jessan was out like a light afterward. The sleep-drifting part of his brain was coherent enough to be drowsily pleased when Felipe settled in beside him after disposing of Jessan's condom, and fitted himself to Jessan's back with an arm across him.

  Jessan slept, and woke to bright sunlight knocking on his eyelids, demanding entry. He sighed, stretched, and opened his eyes to see Felipe out of bed, pulling pants up over his briefs. In the naked light of day, the room was nothing much: scarcely bigger than a walk-in closet, filled with open boxes. Jessan lifted up on an elbow and saw clothes in one, mugs in another, and wondered if he'd be offered breakfast or a pat on his ass on his way out the door.

  His eye fell on a digital clock propped on the top of a tier of three boxes, and he swore.

  "Oh, hey." Felipe cast a look over his shoulder. "You're up. I have to go."

  Jessan wrinkled his nose at the tone, which was distinctly clipped compared to last night's warmth. He rolled into a sitting position and reached for his clothes. "Yeah, me too." He grimaced at the clock and tried to calculate if he could swallow his pride to ask for a ride, or if he could make it to the store in time without one.

  "I mean, I have to go right now," Felipe said. "Sorry to rush you, baby."

  Jessan stiffened a little at the endearment. It was totally at odds with the fact that he was being kicked out.

  "So if we could head for the door, like, this second—" Felipe wasn't even looking at Jessan as he shrugged a shirt on.

  Jessan hurried into the bare minimum of clothing, underwear and pants and shoes, and carried his shirt and overshirt in his arms as he followed Felipe to the door. Even in his disgruntled state, he couldn't help but admire the fit of the trim gray slacks that Felipe was wearing under a crisp white shirt. He wanted to ask if Felipe was late for a job interview or whether that was how he dressed by day, but his tongue seemed stuck to the roof of his mouth and it had nothing to do with drinks from the night before. He'd been far from approaching his limit.

  Outside the apartment, Felipe locked the door and ran a hand through his hair, brows up as he surveyed Jessan. "So, I—"

  "Can I…" Jessan began, stopping with confusion as Felipe kept speaking.

  "—had a great time, see you later, okay?" Felipe planted a somewhat sloppy, definitely rushed kiss in the vicinity of Jessan's mouth, turned, and hurried for the far side of the apartment building, opposite from where they had come up the night before.

  "Hey! Where's the nearest bus stop?" Jessan called after him.

  Felipe turned his head. "Down the stairs on your side, cross the street, go north about a block and a half! You'll hit the main road, it's up another half-block."

  Jessan sighed and pulled his phone out of his jeans. He had been ditched, no mistaking it. If the sex hadn't been so good, he'd have thought Minecraft would have been a better use of his time.

  The sex had been good, and for Jessan, that was a problem. It rekindled the urge for things he couldn't have.

  *~*~*

  The counter of Go Big Comics was busier than usual that afternoon, and Jessan was too busy to mope between the miniscule break there was between customers. His morning had been tied up with a big, sweaty man who reminded him of Larry Kubiasky on a hunger rage, he was that intimidating and smelled vaguely of cheese. He brought in an enormous stack of comics, stood and glared while Jessan priced each one, and wanted to haggle over every last cent despite being shown the catalogue of market rates every time he tried to price-check Jessan. The exciting part of the day was when a pair of kids first tried to steal merchandise, then attempted the old 'I gave you a twenty, not a ten' trick that might have worked on a flustered, brand new cashier, which Jessan was not.

  His afternoon was consumed in a series of petty exchanges that wore him down until he was in no mood for any further annoyances, which was a primary driver for why he cut a sharp left and hid behind a six-foot cubicle wall when he saw Darnell in the aisles. There were three different ways to get to his cubicle, and he took a side route. It took him past Marina, and she flapped a hand and grinned, putting a hand up to cover her mouthpiece.

  "Hey, how did it go?"

  Jessan gave her a thumb's up with a sarcastic smirk and kept going. He wasn't late for his shift, exactly, so long as he got his butt in the seat within the next thirty seconds.

  He managed, and had his computer up and running in time to log into the phone queue and take his first call on time. It had already been a long day, he'd left the shop late and there had been no time to grab a bite on the way over, and his stomach growled as if to remind him.

  Darnell cruised past, hands clasped behind his back, and Jessan ignored him. He was working up to a foul temper after being summarily pushed out the door by the guy he'd slept with, and working through a succession of clusterfucks on his first shift. He'd likely say something to get his ass fire
d if he tangled with Darnell right then.

  "How may I help you?" Jessan put on his best professional voice, forcing a smile that all his training insisted the customer could hear.

  "Yeah, it says my account's been suspended?"

  "I can check into that for you. Do you have your account number?"

  Pause. "No, you have that, don't you?"

  Jessan kept the smile on his face and tried not to reflect how long it would be until he was able to escape and go home.

  After dealing with that customer and a steady stream of calls much like it, Jessan hit a slow spell and pulled up his personal email. His eye lit on a new one from Atelier Geek and he clicked by habit, all too used to being lured in by fantastic deals and new products. What little extra he had after all his monthly bills usually went straight to getting him stuff from their catalogue.

  It wasn't a sale, and he scanned through the email, intrigued at first, becoming excited the further he got.

  A rap on the side of his cubicle entrance roused Jessan from his trance, and he looked up to see Marina waving.

  "Hey, take a break?" She put a hand to her hip, jerking her head toward the exit.

  Jessan rose. "All right, but you need to buy me something from vending. I'm starving, and you never did buy my drinks last night."

  She blinked. "Isn't that a good thing? You had someone else to do it for you."

  "Someone who shoved me out the front door so fast the door never had a chance to hit my ass," Jessan muttered, mostly under his breath.

  "That's the risk of the game, isn't it?"

  They went through the vending area on their way out of the building, and Jessan switched topics while Marina fed dollars into the machine and got him a sandwich, chips, and an apple. She had never proved sympathetic to tales of romantic woe, and he preferred to focus on something more upbeat anyhow after the long day he'd endured.

  "Atelier Geek is opening a location right outside town!" Jessan bounced on the balls of his feet.

  "Really? You should apply," Marina said. She handed the food over and pinched his side once his hands were full.