Jesse sat at the table as DB finished up his supper, still talking about how great Sandra was. He nodded, totally agreeing. "I had no idea that the office could smell that good," he told DB. "I don't even know what she did. She just did it."
"And her coffee! Oh, man, I wish you could taste it. Amazing. I mean even better than from the coffee places." DB licked his lips before eating his last chicken ball and clearing up the garbage.
"Well, it smells good. Oh!" Jesse watched DB move about the kitchen. "She said goodnight to me when she left! I mean, totally the wrong direction, but she said my name and waved and everything! I think we need to keep her."
"I'm down with that. Let's see how she is with the clients, huh?"
"I bet she's awesome. And really, even if she's only passable it'll still be a voice on the phone while we're out running around." Jesse got up and headed to the living room. "Want to play some chess? Watch TV? Celebrate?" He knew which one he wanted, but DB could be weird sometimes. It was better to ask.
DB laughed at him, wandering toward the couch. "We can put the TV on for background noise."
"While we play chess?" Jesse was already unbuttoning his shirt.
"Check mate." DB sat back on the couch, slouching in the way he did.
"That was a very fast game." Jesse kept unbuttoning, watching DB. "Let's hope the rest of this lasts longer."
"You want a longer game?" DB still hadn't undone any of his clothes yet, but his eyes were on Jesse.
"Maybe a different kind of game." Jesse let his shirt fall to the floor and toed off his shoes, one hand on his belt. "One with fewer rules than chess."
"So tell me the rules and maybe I'll play."
Jesse undid his belt and then the button on his trousers. "First rule is that if you want to touch, go right ahead. Second rule is that all requests will be listened to and considered."
"All requests?" DB looked like he had a few ideas.
"Considered." Jesse lowered his zipper and nodded encouragingly.
"I want a show."
Jesse grinned. He loved it when DB asked for stuff. "What kind of a show?" God, he hoped DB didn't want a dance with the strip tease. The eighties hadn't been kind to dance.
"I want to watch you jerk off." DB rubbed his crotch through his pants.
Oh, that Jesse could do. For sure. He'd had lots and lots of practice, even. "Can I sit down?" he asked, pointing to the easy chair. "So I don't fall over, 'cause that's not really hot, so much."
DB laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that'd be cool. As long as I can see."
Jesse grinned and sauntered over to the chair, taking his time. He knew his audience wasn't going anywhere. "A show. Nice." He sat down, years of practicing helping him not sink into the chair, the little bit of concentration it took now second nature. "I like it when you watch," he told DB, sliding down in the chair and letting his legs fall apart.
"I like watching." DB was still rubbing himself through his pants. Jesse knew eventually DB would fish his cock out. In the meantime, the game of showing and watching let them forget that they weren't exactly a normal couple.
"Then it's good for both of us, yeah?" Jesse watched DB and slid his own hand up one thigh and along the line of his cock, parting his fly.
DB swallowed. "Yeah."