13. What Is This ‘Research’ For?
13
WHAT IS THIS ‘RESEARCH’ FOR?
“Research?” Jag stared at Niall, his thoughts racing.
Before he could say more, Niall nudged Jag into the cubicle and backed out of it.
Jag said, “Niall.”
Niall froze.
“You want me to put my cock through the hole.”
Niall gulped, looking at the floor. “Please?”
That one word—it went straight between Jag’s legs. His breath rushed out of him. “Alright.”
Niall glanced up for a second—at Jag’s face, then his crotch. The tiniest smile tugged on Niall’s lips. Then he darted away, into the cubicle on the other side of the wall.
Niall shut his door and locked it. Jag did the same for his own cubicle, before wiping down the glory hole on his side. The edges of it had been sanded down and sealed; it looked clean, actually. But disinfecting it wouldn’t hurt.
Jag put his hand through the hole and wiped the wall on Niall’s side, too, as far as he could reach. Then he dropped the wipes into a small trash can, and unzipped his jeans.
“Can I... watch?” Niall asked hesitantly.
“Do whatever you want, sweetheart.” Jag’s voice dipped.
Niall whimpered. With a rustle of fabric, he crouched on the other side of the glory hole, his face barely visible.
Jag decided to give him more of a show. He cupped his bulge and squeezed it, coaxing his blood to gather in his cock. That didn’t take long at all. Not with Niall watching him so hungrily. When he was hard, he pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs, stroking his thumb over his stretched boxer-briefs to show Niall what could be his.
“Need a closer look?” Jag rumbled.
Niall moaned. So Jag closed the distance between them. There were mere inches between himself and the glory hole, and he rubbed himself from base to tip.
“I’m thinking about you stroking me here,” Jag murmured. “Using any part of your body. Your wet mouth, your sweet cheeks, maybe your chest, or your tight little ass. See how much precome I’m making?” He showed Niall the damp spot at his tip, stepping close enough to press his length against the glory hole. “Show me how much of a good boy you are. Kiss my cock.”
Niall began to pant. He rubbed his face against Jag’s covered cock, the touch muffled through his briefs. Niall pressed kisses to every inch he could reach, wrapping his lips around Jag’s tip.
Jag swore, pushing into his mouth. “Yeah. Such a good boy.”
Niall licked and sucked, his breathing going ragged. It was a treat watching him try so hard to taste Jag’s cock, pushing his face against the glory hole for a hint of more. “I want to taste,” Niall said against his cock, hot breath puffing through Jag’s damp underwear. “Let me taste.”
“Of course.” Jag’s cock ached. He slipped his waistband down, letting his bare length jut out.
Niall whimpered and pressed harder against the wall; Jag pushed his entire cock through. Giving Niall full control over the most sensitive part of himself.
For a moment, Jag almost told Niall not to use his ass, in case Niall got that idea in his head. He wanted to hold Niall in his arms when he took his virginity, he wanted to kiss Niall and mark him with his scent. That deserved so much intimacy.
But Niall had been robbed of making decisions about his own body, so Jag held back those words.
Whatever Niall wanted, Jag would give it to him.
Niall rubbed his face up and down Jag’s cock, stroking his nose against Jag’s skin. His breath was damp and hot. He trailed his lips along Jag’s underside and pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to random parts of his cock, until Jag gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, dripping precome.
He wanted to see Niall, wanted to see his half-lidded eyes and the flush on his cheeks. He wanted to see how hard Niall had gotten, wanted to feel how ready Niall was for him.
“How wet are you?” Jag rasped.
Niall whimpered. “Wet.”
“Gonna taste my cock, sweetheart? Or are you trying to kiss me until I come?”
There was a pause as Niall leaned away. Jag wasn’t sure what he was doing; preparing himself, maybe?
Then Niall’s lips returned, soft and velvety, parting around Jag’s tip.
Jag couldn’t help himself. His precome shot into Niall’s mouth; his balls tightened with satisfaction.
That was the first of his markings inside his omega.
“I want to mark you so badly,” Jag growled, thrusting lightly between Niall’s lips. “I want to put my come inside you. Fill you up with it.”
Niall gave a low, needy whine. And he opened his mouth wider, taking Jag inside.
Jag’s thoughts plummeted between his legs. All he knew was the velvety warmth of Niall’s mouth, the way Niall sucked around him, soft and wet and fuck.
“Niall,” Jag panted, thrusting. This felt nothing like any other blowjob he’d received in the past; he couldn’t put his finger on why. It just felt so fucking good.
Niall pulled away. He didn’t go far, though. He licked and sucked lightly down the side of Jag’s cock, every stroke of his lips and tongue eroding Jag’s control. Jag surged forward, needing to hold him. Needing to sink his teeth into Niall and mark him permanently.
Except he could only clutch at the wall, panting as Niall’s lips closed against his underside, sucking gently there. Niall kept moving, his tongue flicking, his breath hot and heavy. Jag didn’t know what he’d do next, how hard he’d suck. And Niall kept making these sounds, soft and whimpering like he needed more.
Then he closed his lips over the base of Jag’s cock, where his knot would swell. And he gave that spot several long, slow sucks.
Jag rutted against Niall’s mouth like an animal. He wasn’t proud of it. But he wanted to be buried deep inside his omega, so badly. “F-fuck! I need to knot you. Need to pin you down and fuck you through all your orgasms, like—like I did the other day. Make you scream. Make you come so hard, you faint.”
Niall groaned. And he kissed back up to Jag’s tip, taking Jag all the way to the back of his throat.
Jag’s breath rushed out. He began thrusting then, with steady, hard strokes that Niall was only too eager to receive. Niall’s mouth felt completely sinful, like what Jag thought his ass might feel like. “I want to fill you up with so much come,” Jag hissed, his balls so fucking heavy. “Paint you white inside. Want to keep my cock buried in you so you know who you belong to.”
Niall moaned so loud, Jag felt his cock cover Niall’s tongue in precome.
“You—You said you’re a virgin,” Jag growled. “But this is the best damn blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”
Niall made another sound. His tongue flicked against Jag; he sucked on Jag like he desperately needed to be filled. And two blunt, smooth ridges rubbed against Jag’s cock on either side, so pleasant that a full-body shudder rocked through him.
Jag’s balls kept growing fuller, and his cock throbbed so hard, he knew he was close.
Breathlessly, “I’m going to come.”
Niall whimpered, shoving his mouth down around Jag. The blunt, smooth ridges dragged against him, raking against his underside.
Jag came with a curse, his come ripping out of him, filling Niall inside. Marking him.
Niall gagged at first. Then he swallowed and wrapped his lips back around Jag, sucking down his come. Jag groaned, thrusting harder. He needed to put his come into Niall’s belly. Hold him down and make sure every last drop was in him. “That’s it. Lick my cock clean, sweetheart. You did so good.”
His omega gave a soft, pleased whimper, dragging his lips around Jag’s cock, his tongue slowly sliding against Jag’s length.
He cleaned Jag slowly, carefully, his soft lips pressing kisses up and down Jag’s cock.
Jag’s knot swelled. And Niall kissed it, closing his mouth around its side and sucking lightly. Pleasure burst down Jag’s nerves.
“Fuck! I’ve never had anyone try to suck my knot before,” Jag hissed. His hips snapped forward, needing to claim. “I need to see you. Need to make you come. Can I?”
“Y-yeah,” Niall said breathlessly.
He scrambled back the next moment; Jag heard some shuffling. But Niall’s door didn’t unlock immediately.
Jag took the time to ease his cock and knot back through the glory hole. He tucked himself back into his jeans, struggling to pull the zipper over his knot. He couldn’t.
In the end, he left his fly half-zipped and pulled his shirt over his crotch, opening his cubicle door. Niall’s door was still closed.
“Sweetheart?” Jag murmured, concern flickering through his chest.
“I’m fine.” The lock slid back, and Niall appeared in the doorway.
Niall shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a blush high on his cheeks, his lips puffy from the blowjob.
He looked so damn gorgeous.
Jag prowled into his cubicle and crowded him up against the wall, leaning in close. “That was so fucking amazing.”
He cupped Niall’s jaw with his hand and slipped his tongue into Niall’s open mouth, licking up the remnants of his own come. “Mine. You taste like mine. Now I’m going to make you come so hard, you see stars.”
Niall shuddered, his dilated pupils blowing wide.
Jag trailed his wrists all over Niall’s body. He turned Niall around and pinned him chest-first to the wall, pushing his hand down the back of Niall’s pants. He dipped his fingers into Niall’s briefs, too, sliding them easily between his slick-wet cheeks. Niall moaned.
“Such a good boy,” Jag murmured. “All wet for me.”
He eased down the front of Niall’s pants and cupped his small, hard cock briefly. Niall jerked against him; his spine bowed. But Jag released him and slid his hand up the front of Niall’s shirt, grinding his wrist across Niall’s belly and stomach, and up his chest. He rubbed his scent gland over Niall’s nipples, until Niall’s breath hitched and his nipples grew so hard against Jag’s wrist.
“Mine,” Jag growled. He pushed his hand up through Niall’s neckline and rubbed his wrist against Niall’s throat, against his pulse point.
And he found the loose pucker of Niall’s hole, slamming three fingers inside.
Niall thrashed against him, wheezing at the sudden stretch. Jag held him down. He hooked his fingers against Niall’s prostate, ruthlessly, so Niall’s eyes rolled back as he came hard. Jag barely managed to stifle Niall’s scream with his palm. But he felt the wet pulse of Niall’s come all over his elbow; he felt Niall clenching vice-tight around his fingers.
Fuck, he was still coming, more so when Jag kept kneading his prostate, over and over to push him back to the edge.
Niall came again even though it seemed like he was still on his first orgasm. Jag kept pounding his fingers against that sweet spot, holding Niall against himself.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” Jag murmured. “Like you’re begging for my knot. I can already imagine my cock deep in your tight little ass, giving you my entire load.”
“Please,” Niall hissed raggedly.
Jag wanted so badly to push his still-hard cock into Niall, and let him feel what it was like to take a real cock. But this was the wrong time for it.
Instead, he rocked against Niall’s side, just to let him feel the consequences of his blowjob. “You make me so hot for you.”
Niall’s ears turned pink. And his muscles quivered around Jag’s fingers, aftershocks still rippling through his body.
Jag left his fingers inside for a while—until Niall came down from his release.
“I’m not going to milk you dry in the restroom of a bar,” Jag whispered. “But you’d better believe I’m going to do that in my bed.”
Niall shuddered. “When?”
Jag grinned. “Sooner than later.”
“Okay.” Niall sagged bonelessly against Jag, still breathing hard. “That was so good.”
“You did so well.” Jag pressed a kiss to the top of Niall’s head. “So beautiful, sweetheart. So perfect for me.”
A rosy blush darkened Niall’s ears. “You can’t possibly—I’m not—”
“Not what?” Jag kissed his temple.
“A sweetheart,” Niall mumbled.
“I would like you to be mine.” Jag dropped more kisses on Niall’s hair, rubbing his hands down Niall’s sides.
Niall blinked hard. He seemed to have trouble believing it, but that was fine. They had time.
Jag slowly untangled their bodies, straightening Niall’s clothes so he looked presentable again. Then he opened the cubicle door—he’d left it unlocked, fuck—and tried to straighten his pants.
“Is that your knot?” Niall’s gaze dropped to the mess of clothing at Jag’s hips.
“Yeah.” Jag pulled up his shirt, showing Niall its ruddy roundness. “Like it?”
Niall whimpered; his mouth fell open. “It’s so big.”
“One day, when I think you’re ready, I’ll put this inside you.”
“I’m ready now.” Niall gave him a pleading look.
Oh, this boy. Jag’s cock jerked, completely eager.
“Soon.” He licked his lips. “I want you to think about my cock, good and hard. I want you begging and panting for it, mindless with need, before I give it to you.”
Niall whined. Jag smiled and pulled his underwear over his knot, and finally managed to get his zipper over it.
He brought Niall to the sinks and washed his hands, meeting his omega’s eyes through the mirror. “So. Did you find out everything you needed to know?”
Niall froze.
Jag wasn’t an idiot—there weren’t many book genres whose research involved giving someone a long, intense blowjob at a glory hole.
Niall probably wasn’t Llain Hardcox—there were a lot of detailed, kinky scenes in those books. And a lot of books, period—but he had to be writing something damn similar.
Niall dropped his gaze; he licked his lips nervously. “Maybe.”
“If you need more research done, I’ll happily volunteer for it.”
The red on Niall’s cheeks deepened, and he nodded.
Jag’s mind went back into the gutter. He couldn’t help staring at Niall’s swollen lips. He couldn’t help remembering that blowjob, the way Niall’s mouth had wrapped so sweetly around his cock, dragging up and down, sucking on him for his come.
There was no doubt that Jag would spend every night and morning this week thinking about Niall, with his hand wrapped tight around himself.
Funny how there hadn’t been any teeth involved, though. Niall had said he’d never been with anyone before; Jag had been expecting some contact with Niall’s teeth, until he’d stopped thinking with his brain.
But... there had been pressure. A blunt, raking sort of pressure, from opposite sides.
It was just... smooth and pleasant, not sharp at all.
He didn’t realize he was staring at Niall’s too-white teeth, at the perfect lines of them, until Niall broke through his thoughts. “Jag?”
Jag blinked and looked up. Niall blushed harder, pressing his lips shut.
How had Jag not noticed it before?
“Was there a reason you couldn’t do the blowjob in front of me?” he asked gently.
Niall stiffened and shook his head too quickly.
Jag knew, then.
The little, horrifying pieces of Niall’s past that kept showing up, like pottery shards at an excavation site.
He wanted to throw up; he wanted to cry.
He wanted to hate himself, too, because how could he have enjoyed that blowjob so much, when it involved parts of Niall that had been changed without his consent?
He shoved that all down and gathered Niall into his arms, holding him tight.
“I accept you completely, however you are, as you are,” Jag said roughly into his hair. “It doesn’t matter what you look like, or what you can or can’t do, okay? I want you to be mine.”
Niall sucked in a shuddering breath. “You can’t know that.”
“I do. I know. Maybe more than you think.” Niall stiffened against him, but Jag didn’t let go. “I’m still here, still protecting you.”
Niall’s breathing had turned nervous, shallow. Jag rubbed his back and kissed his ear. “You know, when I was a kid, I accidentally put my foot in my brother’s bowl of cereal. And broke my leg.”
“How?” Niall mumbled into his chest.
“He put that damn thing on the stairs! He was eating on the stairs and he set that fucking bowl on the step next to him. And I didn’t see it. Stepped right into that mess and slid the rest of the way down.”
Niall gave a full-body cringe. “Ow.”
“Fucking Troy. At least he stopped eating on the stairs after that. Our dads made him do my share of the chores for two months.”
Niall huffed a soft laugh, relaxing ever so slightly. Jag rubbed his back. When Niall was the most relaxed Jag could get him, he steered him back into the Wine Shack.
Emmy spotted them immediately, bounding over. “Niall! Did you feed your alpha daddy your waving tentacle?”
He did a wobbly hip-thrusting dance that had Niall grimacing.
Niall hid his face in Jag’s side. “I did nothing!”
Jag snorted. Over at the bar, Olson laughed. His alpha, Rex, was hovering nearby, touching Olson whenever he could.
“You took too long, so I had your Brothers order something for you,” Olson said dryly. “Aaren’s working on it in the kitchen. Oh! Here it is. Thanks, Aaren.” Olson took the bag that Aaren stepped out with, setting it on the bar counter along with Niall’s tote bag. “A double cheeseburger with sweet potato fries for you, and tomato soup for Niall.”
“Thanks.” When Jag peeked in the bag, he found two colorful squares of paper, each with a badly-drawn cock and balls. “Emmy,” Jag said slowly. “Do we really need more butt blessings?”
Emmy beamed and scooped out an entire stack from his pockets. “I only gave one to each of you! Big O said I shouldn’t fill up your to-go bags.”
He reached over and stuffed the stack of blessings into Jag’s to-go bag anyway.
“Oh, no,” Niall said quietly.
“Now you can go home and let the butt blessings bless you—” Emmy gasped as though he’d forgotten something. “You need a pickup line.”
“I don’t think we need it,” Jag began, but Emmy was already scribbling on his order pad.
It was rude to leave in the middle of Emmy’s attempts to help. So Jag stayed, and Niall fidgeted, both of them watching Emmy warily.
When Emmy handed over his freshly-scribbled pickup line with a flourish, Jag accepted it gingerly.
“Read it to Niall! Read it! He will be yours immediately!” Emmy almost glowed; he was so excited.
Niall leaned in to read the pickup line, too.
Niall, you have the most perfect bouncy butt and I will hold you up to the sun and stars so they can see how perfect your butt is and they will cry in shame.
“Oh, gods,” Niall groaned, hiding his face in his mittens.
Jag sighed.
“Read it to him!” Emmy bounced. “I’m gonna write a book with all the pickup lines. It will be famous!”
“Do you have a title for it yet?” Niall asked, perking up.
“Yeah! It’s called 699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin.” Emmy trembled with excitement. “I’m gonna dedicate it to my husband muffin and he will also be famous!”
“I’m sure Varrick will like that,” Niall said.
“Thanks, Emmy,” Jag said, slipping his arm around Niall to hurry him out of the bar, before Emmy could give them even more awkward lines. “Thanks, Olson.”
Olson waved as they made their escape.
Jag was sure Niall’s face reflected his own relief.
“Do you think Hardcox will ever write a pickup line like that in his books?” Jag asked in the parking lot.
“ No, ” Niall said emphatically. “They’re terrible!”
“Who knows? Maybe one of his characters will use them.” Jag grinned.
Niall shuddered. “I can’t wr—I mean, I think his readers might stage a protest if he did. Pitchforks and yelling. Angry emails.”
“But you’re not him. Maybe he thinks differently.”
Niall looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.
Jag hummed and led Niall to his truck, helping him onto the passenger seat.
“Tell you what,” Jag said. “I’ll send him an email. See what he says.”
Niall’s forehead scrunched adorably. “You know his email address?”
“Yeah. Turns out, he’s writing a book about him and his new neighbor.”