Prompt-"shhh, they'll hear us" Jack/Brock
Brock peeked through the door of the bar he'd been sent to, wondering for a few moments if he was even in the right place, as he scanned what could generously be called the crowd and settled on a broad back he'd recognise anywhere, clad in a trench coat and hunched over the bar. Swallowing down his excitement, Brock wandered over and settled down beside him.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Jack - and holy fuck, did he look amazing when he wasn't all neat as a pin - turned and gave Brock a look of almost honest surprise. Dammit, Brock always forgot how good he could be at this.
"Why would I want a drink from you?"
Fuck, you could drown in that accent. Brock shifted in place -not squirmed for fucks sakes, real men don't fucking squirm- with Jack’s one hundred percent attention.
"Make it worth your while. Promise."
That had come out a lot less confidently than he wanted. Jack was pretty obviously in charge this time, and Brock was the one chasing him. Of course, he knew Jack would fucking give in, but, holy crap, he was all for this hard-to-get thing.
Jack looked him up and down, as though he could see through his clothes, and then, after a pause, nodded.
"Sure, why the fuck not. You can buy me a drink."
***
Brock moaned lowly as he was pushed against the brick wall in the alley beside the bar. Jack had him trapped against it, his whole weight keeping him in place.
"Ready to fucking make it worth my while?" Jack growled low in his ear. He smelled of smoke and whiskey and oil and just fucking pure Jack, and Brock's head was already swimming when he nodded eagerly.
"Good," Jack purred. "You know what I want?" He stroked a finger along the collar of Brock's shirt.
"Nope, you gonna tell me?" Brock gasped. He honestly couldn't have thought about it, since all the fucking blood in his body decided to run straight down into his dick.
"I want you to get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," Jack whispered, blowing away the hair over Brock’s ear. It took Brock a few moments to comprehend the words, too busy enjoying Jack’s voice to really pay attention. When he did, though, he dropped straight to his knees and started fumbling with Jack's belt. Jack, however remained passive, bracing himself against the wall in front of him so that his open coat practically hid Brock from any prying eyes that might be lurking around.
There was something absolutely fucking amazing about Jack managing to somehow be a fucking gentleman right after demanding a blowjob.
Brock made a little cry of triumph when he finally managed to free Jack's cock from his pants - no underwear, how the fuck did he get this fucking lucky? - and took a moment to appreciate the whole picture of this. Jack could so easily be a stranger, rough and uncaring and just a quick fuck in an alleyway.
Roleplay was fun. They were definitely doing it more often.
Brock leaned forward and mouthed along Jack's cock, pressing wet kisses all along the underside, sucking the head in when he got there. No point in teasing, this was about getting off, quick and anonymous. Also Jack was not in the fucking mood for teasing, if the way he'd dropped one hand to grip Brock's hair meant anything. He did even say a word as he rocked his hips forward, forcing Brock to take more in, but it didn't matter, because this was exactly what he wanted and it was so fucking good.
"Good little cocksucker," Jack murmured, breathless and low and with just the faintest hint of affection.
Brock sucked harder,unnecessarily happy for the praise and wanting more of it. He got it in the form of Jack moaning a bit louder and him rocking his hips into him, moving on to fucking his mouth slowly but steadily until all Brock could do was let his jaw go slack and breathe between thrusts.
Jack gripped Brock's hair as he came down his throat, tugging hard enough to make his eyes water. A bang from the other end of alley startled both men into complete alertness, Jack pulled Brock back up by hooking his arms underneath his armpits, and ducking behind a nearby dumpster.
“Shhh, they’ll hear us.” Jack whispered as Brock let out a frustrated groan his own dick still hard enough to hammer fucking nails. He was going to fucking kill whoever the fuck couldn’t wait 2 more fucking minutes, so Brock could finish. Jack’s hand came up and covered Brock’s mouth completely. Brows furrowing with confusion, Brock glared up him for a moment before he realised why Jack had shushed him initially. Jack’s hand was buried in his pants and stroking Brock quickly. Fuck. This man was going to be the death of Brock and Brock was very okay with that.