Compromised

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Mick POV

It had been a week since I’d met up with Andy, since I’d brought him home and fucked him on Ry’s and my bed. I was feeling guilty; Ry didn’t deserve this. Poor guy had no clue what was going on. I changed the sheets, put away the lube and made sure any signs of Andy being here were gone.

I was working at the club, keeping busy. Jess had started to talk to me again, nothing deep and meaningful, just normal work conversation. He hadn’t brought up catching me with Andy in the toilets again.

I was wiping down some of the tables, helping out the bar staff, when I got the familiar vibration on my phone;

It was a text from Andy: “How’s your Friday night going?”

I texted him back: “Not too bad, pretty busy at the club tonight.”

Andy: “So no chance for slipping away for a little bit; I’m in the area.”

Fuck I thought; an image of his sexy body from last week popped into my head, the way he kissed me, the way he fucked me. I should say no; I looked around, and Jess was nowhere to be seen, probably helping out in the kitchen.

Me: “Where are you?”

Andy: “I’m at the 86; it’s pretty quiet, in one of the booths”

Me: “Okay, give me 10 minutes.”

The 86 was another gay venue up the road from us; they were more of a Cocktail bar type venue. They still had Drag shows and Karaoke nights, but not quite as hectic as we were.

The bar was under control for the moment; it would get busier later on in the night. I told Donna I was going to take a short break, that I needed some fresh air, and I’d be back in 30 minutes. She nodded ok.

I stepped outside and started to walk up the road. The street was pretty quiet for a Friday night, still early, I guess. I passed Graze, another gay venue; I could see a drag show going on from the large windows.

I stepped into the 86; the lighting was always pretty low. I walked to the end of the bar and saw Andy sitting in one of the corner booths; it was pretty out of sight from the entrance. I sat down opposite him; he leaned forward and kissed me. “Mmm, I’ve missed that pretty face of yours,” he said.

His lips were warm against mine; it was a brief but electric kiss, and it made the rest of what was happening in the bar fade to nothing. When I pulled back, I could see him watching me with satisfaction written on his face, the way his eyes looked into mine for just that moment too long.

“Missed you too,” I said, the words coming out lower than I intended. I glanced around the booth, reassuring myself of the privacy. The lighting worked in our favour, shadows pooling in the corners, the ambient noise of the bar providing enough cover that no one would notice two men sitting close in a booth.

Andy put his hand on my thigh underneath the table. I tensed for a second, but didn’t move his hand away.

“You look good,” he said, and there was something in his tone that made me feel so happy.

Fuck, why did he affect me this way?

I had a gorgeous, kind husband at home who encouraged me and made me happy; we had a good sex life, predictable but still good.

When I decided to open URQ, he was supportive; he backed me all the way. He didn’t deserve this; he didn’t deserve me cheating on him, seeing another man behind his back.

But here I was, letting Andy’s hand rub my thigh. I wanted him to keep his hand there, wanted him to go higher, to take what he was offering without asking permission.

Andy looked at me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “I want you,” he said. His hand rubbed my thigh; he glanced toward the bathroom in the back. “Follow me,” he said.

I suddenly panicked, remembering what happened last time with Jess; it was reckless, stupid, but this wasn’t my club, no one knew we were here, no one would see.

“We have to be quick,” I said, already calculating what time I would have to be back at URQ.

I had told Donna 30 minutes, but that was risky; maybe ten minutes. Fifteen the max. “Then we’ll make it quick,” Andy said, and he withdrew his hand; he got up from the booth and walked toward the bathroom.

I looked after him. I should have said no; I should have just got up and left, but a few moments after he disappeared into the toilets, I followed him. It was the last cubicle, always the last one. I knocked lightly, and he opened the door; he’d already pushed his pants down, stroking his large cock.

Fuck I couldn’t resist; I was on my knees as soon as the door was locked. I licked the head of his cock, mmm he was already leaking some pre-cum, I licked up and down the shaft of his dick and sucked on his balls. I sucked one into my mouth, then the other. Mmm, fuck, he smelt so good. Finally, I took his cock and started sucking. He put his hands on my head and slowly started fucking my mouth.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing, then going a bit deeper.

I tried to relax my throat, his cock thrusting in deeper.

Something about letting Andy take control and fuck my throat made me feel wanted in a way that Ry could never quite do, something raw and uncomplicated. Andy started breathing harder; he tightened his hold on my head slightly.

I could smell bleach and those white deodorising blocks coming from the urinals. The light overhead flickered. The music and the loud voices from the club were muffled; all I could hear was the wet sounds we were making.

I pulled back and looked up at him, taking in his handsome face, the way his mouth had fallen open. “You like that?” he asked, and it wasn’t really a question. Fuck I loved this.

Ry POV

I was a little bored watching TV late on Friday night; Mick wasn’t going to be home for a while. I thought I’d text Jess to see if he wanted to catch up on Saturday for lunch since I had a free day.

Me: “Hey Jess, do you have any plans for lunch tomorrow?”

He didn’t respond right away; he was probably busy serving customers. It was that time of the night when it got busier at the clubs.

Probably 15 mins later, he sent a text back: “Hey Ry, would love to catch up, 12.30pm at the Tin Pot? Talk later… that husband of yours has gone missing… lol.”

The Tin Pot was a local café with amazing food and samosas, plus a sassy host with a filthy mouth that always made us laugh.

I wonder what he meant by saying that Mick had gone missing? I would assume he was around, maybe in the stockroom checking on something; he just wasn’t around when Jess was looking. I would have to ask Mick later on when he got home.

I looked at the message Jess had sent again. “That husband of yours has gone missing…lol”

I guess it should have been a funny message, should have meant nothing, but something about it sounded an alarm bell, just one more thing that started to feel off.

I knew Mick was working tonight; he was always working on Friday nights. I also remember him saying he expected a big crowd tonight. But saying Mick was “missing” sounded out of place. Jess wouldn’t say that if Mick had just stepped away for a few minutes.

I decided to watch some more TV; I put my phone down and watched another episode of Below Deck; the bosun had just hurt his back, and Captain Sandy was trying to get another deckhand.

My mind started thinking about where Mick could have been. I mean, there were a lot of possibilities: he could have been in the stockroom, he could have been dealing with a supplier issue; he could have been out the back just taking a break, just normal things.

Then my thoughts started taking a different turn; there were just little things I had started to notice, like the other day, when Mick had been texting me while I was working, like he was checking in; he never does that. Then what was with the other night when he had bought my favourite wine and take-out from the Italian place that I loved? I mean, I loved it and was happy he did it, but for Mick that was out of the norm.

Then that strange text he got from that Andy guy, saying he was a supplier trying to get a meeting with Mick. Donna always looked after the suppliers for the bar; that was one of their main responsibilities. That’s why I questioned Mick about it. I know he said he’d taken the call initially, but why didn’t he just pass the information on to Donna?

I got tired thinking about it and decided to go to bed.

It must have been around 2 am when Mick finally got home; he was humming one of the club tunes to himself, sounding happier than normal. It must have been a good night at the club. He came into the bedroom and started undressing.

I turned over and asked, “Hey, how was your night?”

“Oh, hey, babe,” he said. “Yeah, it was a really good night. The place was really busy.” “So, did Jess eventually find you?” I asked.

He looked at me with a frown. “What do you mean?”

“I was texting Jess earlier, organising a catch-up for tomorrow, and he said you’d gone missing.”

“Well, not that it’s Jess’s fucking business, but I wasn’t missing; I just went for a little walk before it got busy; just needed some fresh air,” he said.

Mick’s whole mood had changed; it was as if he was defending himself.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it,” I told him. “Yeah, well, he needs to keep his nose out of things that don’t concern him,” Mick said.

Mick got into bed without saying another word; he turned his back to me and didn’t even say good night. His whole body had gone rigid; I could feel the tension in the room.

I wanted to say I was sorry for bringing it up, to try and smooth things over, but I knew when Mick was in this mood that would only make things worse. So I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to him breathe, trying to tell myself that his being oversensitive was just about Jess sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted and nothing more than that.

But it did feel like something more.

I thought about him humming when he came through the front door; he was happy, genuinely happy. Happy the way I hadn’t heard him in weeks. How did the mention of Jess’s text change that? That was all it took for his happiness to disappear, evaporate as if it was never there to start with.

I rolled over, looking out the window, my chest tightening. I knew Jess wouldn’t have said anything about Mick being missing without a reason. He looked out for his brother and was always good at picking up on things that were wrong. If Jess said Mick was missing, then Mick had disappeared on purpose.

Mick’s breathing started to even out; he was already asleep, or pretending to be asleep. The one thing that kept returning to me was the humming. Mick never hummed. Mick was confident, driven, sometimes a little selfish, but I don’t think in all the time I’d known him, he was someone who hummed, not like he had hummed coming through that door at two o’clock this morning.

Something had made him happy.

I snuggled under the doona, trying to ignore the tension in the room and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Andy POV

I had started texting Mick more frequently. Just a Hi, how’s your week going? Or a little thinking of you with a dick pic attached. I needed to get him to want to meet up with me more often, so I could hook him in deeper, build trust, and build the relationship.

Friday night was hot; I thought it would be a lot harder to get him to leave his club and come and meet me, but he was very eager. Fuck, his throat felt so good on my cock, he definitely had some experience deep throating.

The next part of my plan was to convince Mick to take a short trip away together, even just for a few days, where I could work on him without distractions, get under his skin a little deeper.

A short trip to New Zealand might be just the thing; not too far away, but still needing a passport, a document that I needed to add to my growing pieces of information on Mick.

I’m sure we could come up with a viable reason to tell Ry, like he was going on some sort of Bar / Hotel convention for the club.

Andy: “Hey gorgeous, loved the way my cock felt on your throat Friday night, need to catch up again, I need more, your place, this weekend?”

Mick: “Hmmm, not sure; it’s a bit risky you coming here.”

Andy: “I’ve already been to your place, Mick. I’m sure Ry isn’t home all of the time. Doesn’t he ever go shopping?”

Mick: “Well, Ry did say he was going to meet Jess today for lunch.”

Andy: “Perfect, I’ll be there around 12?”

I was surprised that it took so little to get Mick to agree to me coming over. I was wondering if all was well with him and his husband; maybe Ry had been holding out on him.

I started thinking about Ry; I’m sure he wasn’t stupid; I wondered if he’d picked up on any changes in Mick’s behaviour. It had only been a few weeks since I’d met Mick, but it seemed way too easy for this married man, who was supposedly so in love with his husband, to betray him so quickly.

I jumped in the shower to get ready to meet Mick.