Jack looked across the room. Scanning the faces of the party guests. It wasn't the women in their corsets and poofy gowns that he was looking at. It was the men in their top hats and neckties that drew his attention.
There was one particular man who had been staring at him from the other side of the dance floor. He had been staring at Jack for most of the night. Jack sipped from his glass as he gazed at the man in return.
This man wasn't a stranger to Jack, in fact, it was more the opposite. He knew his strong hands as if they were his own, He knew his voice and recalled it often during times of loneliness, but most of all he knew how good it felt to be under him.
The man pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and strolled in Jack's direction. He walked past the boisterous women and stoic men. His strides were long and swift. Jack gripped his glass tighter as he grew closer.
His pacing slowed as he neared Jack. He didn't fully stop, but he stared at Jack with a look full of desire and intent. He looked back up as he departed through the doors leading to the garden.
Jack took one last swig of his champagne before setting the glass on the table next to him. He waited a moment or two before he, himself, exited through the garden doors.
He walked through the garden, gravel crunchy beneath his dress shoes. The cool September night air blew against his cheeks. Soon, the lights of the party disappeared from view, hidden behind the well-trimmed bushes and trees that surrounded him.
"Gregory?" He quietly called out.
A hand gently touched his back in response. He looked up to see Gregory's warm brown eyes staring at him.
"Nice night," Gregory said as he moved his hand to Jack's waist. He pulled him close to his side.
They walked further into the garden together. The further they traveled the lower Gregory's hand went. By the time they were deep in the bowels of the shrubbery his hand had found a comfortable place on Jack's behind.
"This suit is so tight on you. It clings to every curve," he whispered in Jack's ear as he gave his ass a playful squeeze.
He took Jack's hand and led him over to a stone bench nestled between three square hedges. They were surrounded by greenery with a nice view of a well detailed fountain adorned with cherubs. Gregory pushed down on his shoulders and he sat without question onto the cold stone.
Gregory stared down at him without saying a word, then he smiled. He didn't move from where he stood. It was beginning to frustrate Jack a little. They didn't have much time before the party guests would notice their absence. He shifted around on the bench, uncomfortable from the coldness.
They stayed like this in silence before Jack impatiently tugged on the edge of Gregory's suit jacket. "Well?" Jack asked.
Gregory's smile widened. He leaned down until his mouth was close to Jack's ear. "I want you to beg," he whispered.
Jack could feel his cheeks grow hot. He cupped his cheeks in his cold hands hoping to temper the blushing. It helped to a degree.
"Jack," Gregory purred, his breath hot on Jack's ear.
Jack nodded silently. He leaned back, placing his hands on the edge of the bench behind him. He kept his eyes down, too embarrassed to look Gregory in the eyes. He parted his legs and spread them wide.
He mustered up the courage to look up at Gregory. Gregory who looked at him with a pleased expression. Gregory who now licked his lips at the meal before him.
"Please," he begged.
"Good boy." Gregory kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips.
Jack spread his legs wider as Gregory stepped between them. Gregory's lips traveled down to his neck, kissing and nibbling his pale skin. It would surely leave a mark in a place people could easily see, but at this moment Jack did not care.
Jack tilted his head back to give Gregory further access to his sensitive neck, his gaze focused on the stars above. He tried to keep the sounds he made to a minimum in case any of the household's staff or party guests had wandered into the garden. It was not an easy task.
Gregory gave his lips a quick kiss before covering Jack's mouth with his hand. "Quiet now, love," he said.
He licked along Jack's jawline and trailed back down his neck. He rubbed his lips over a spot in the middle of Jack's neck before biting him hard. It was in a spot that was sure to leave a mark in a place that people would notice. Jack, not able to hold it any longer, let out a deep moan.
"Shh," Gregory cooed. "We wouldn't want to disturb the guests now, would we, Jack?"
With his free hand he began to loosen Jack's necktie and slowly unbutton his shirt. He slipped his cool hand inside. Jack shivered with each brush against his skin. Gregory's thumb brushed over his hardened nipple, sending a tingle down his spine.
Jack's trousers were now becoming too tight for comfort. He took a hand off of its place on the bench and moved it towards Gregory. He placed his fingertips on Gregory's chin and tilted his head so his eyes had no choice but to look at him.
Without looking away Jack removed Gregory's hand from his mouth and guided it lower, placing it on his aching bulge. Gregory's eyes widened then he smiled. It was his usual charming smile that Jack loved. A smile that could make him do anything.
"Impatient as always Jack," he chuckled.
