Zack and the Dark Shaft (4 page)

The club would be open for another couple of hours, and Quincy had to be available every minute of it to make sure that the rest of the night went smoothly.

But after, he intended to make up for lost time, intended to—

“Yo, boss man! We got a little situation here…”

Quincy turned to the voice of doom sounding behind him and saw one of his bartenders with a look of concern creasing his young brow.

“What now, Carlos?”

“Seal couldn’t hold out any longer and ditched for the rest of the night.”

Damn, he had half-expected this when Seal showed up at the beginning of his shift claiming illness. Quincy thought Seal’s condition convenient when one of
Zara’s
few competitors had started advertising job openings just that morning.

He told himself he should have been better prepared for a defection, despite his preoccupation with all the details involved in the opening and his expecting certain special guest.

Seal was one of his most skillful and popular bartenders and would be difficult to replace on such short notice. Quincy’s immediate problem, however, was who to get to fill in for the rest of Seal’s shift.

“You want us to shut down one of the satellite bars?”

“Over my dead body.” Quincy eyed the throngs surrounding bars one and two with the overflow drifting towards the third bar where one of the principal
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bartenders was already filling in. He wouldn’t be able to do this for too much longer, however, and still cater to every customer in a timely manner.

He absently rubbed his chin for several seconds, mentally going over his options. If worse came to worse, he’d man the bar himself and…

Zack poked him in the ribs with an elbow. “I can fill in.”

“What? You?”

“Don’t look at me like that. I happen to be a superior mixologist.”

Was this the same Peace Corps volunteer, teetotal teacher that Quincy had met five years ago or a pod person? Or, even more likely, was he a reincarnation of…?

He shook his head before he could complete the thought. The mere idea was total lunacy and yet... “This I have to see.”

“Put your money where your mouth is?”

“You pull this off, and I’ll pay you Seal’s remaining salary for the evening.”

“You’ve got a deal.”

Quincy put his hand in Zack’s and shook, looking forward to watching him for the rest of the night under the guise of legitimate business. He directed Carlos back to the third bar to relieve the current bartender to his duties back at the main bar. He guided Zack to his station and introduced him to the other two bartenders.

He lingered behind the bar while Zack acclimated himself with his surroundings and did a quick bottle count with the other two bartenders.

Zack noticed him watching and came to the end of the bar to pat his hand resting on the bar. “I don’t need a baby sitter, big handsome. I can do this.”

Quincy didn’t usually let his dick make important business decisions for him, but his instincts told him he was doing the right thing and could trust Zack behind the bar. Silently, he nodded and left the bar to circulate and find another crisis to solve.

He didn’t make it far, too curious to see what type of job Zack would do.

After twenty minutes, Quincy realized he needn’t have worried, that Zack had made an understatement when he said he was a superior mixologist. He not 26

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only mixed cocktails with scientific precision, he was a real crowd pleaser going off-menu to mix his own specialties.

Quincy was impressed with Zack’s dexterity and people skills, and figured a background of managing New York City junior high school kids came in handy when it came to social entertainment. On top of all this, he hadn’t seen moves like Zack’s since Tom Cruise in
Cocktail
.

Or Zara during one of her last gigs bartending.

Quincy shook his head at that last thought. He knew those type of thoughts could only lead to trouble…or complete insanity.

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Quincy stopped just short of running roughshod over his staff to close up shop once it hit four a.m.. He even oversaw security as they hustled the patrons out of
Zara’s
while the wait staff initiated clean-up.

All in all, the evening and morning had been a rousing success. The coffers showed a tidy profit at final ring-off, and once Quincy balanced the tills and locked the safe he left his office eager and ready to give Zack his full attention.

He played it cool to keep from running down the hall to the main dance floor, but almost lost it altogether on the threshold when he saw Zack doing a sexy bump and grind to the piped-in strains of a hip reggae beat. The place was deserted except for the two of them, all the staff having punched out twenty minutes previous, and Zack turned abruptly at the sound of Quincy’s motorcycle boots echoing in the cavernous hall.

“Alone at last.”

“Sounds like you have something in mind, big handsome.”

Quincy smiled and made his way across the floor.

At six-four, and two-hundred pounds, he was used to being called all kinds of big. In fact, when she wasn’t teasing him about being a cautious perfectionist, Zara called him ‘big handsome’ all the time. She’d been the only one who used that moniker to address him. Quincy was having a hard time hearing the particular nickname from Zack.

Zack closed the few feet between them, staring up at Quincy with a long-lashed gaze that had heat spiraling up and out from Quincy’s core like someone had touched his groin with the business end of a live wire.

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When Zack reached down to cup Quincy’s erection, Quincy rumbled and bent his head to take Zack’s mouth with his. He dipped in his tongue, mimicking the sex act, darting it in and out of Zack’s mouth. His control slipped when he stroked Zack’s tongue and heard the other man panting beneath the onslaught.

Zack tasted like innocence and sin, sweet and tart and everything Quincy had been craving since kissing him earlier in the evening.

But that had been chaste, nothing like the heated melding of mouths he shared with Zack now, nothing like the real live thing that was Zack’s luscious mouth. This was primal—pure and simple.

Heart thundering in his ears, Quincy back stepped Zack towards the main bar, grabbing his tight, round ass and lifting him onto the shiny, hard wood. He cupped Zack’s face and held him in place like he thought he would try to leave, delving deep inside Zack’s hot mouth as if for treasure.

He’d never been so desperate to have anyone, to get
inside
anyone, in his life. He knew he wasn’t the only desperate one when Zack tugged his polo shirt out of his pants over his head before flinging it aside.

Quincy’s cock throbbed at the sight of Zack’s ripped abs. The creamy skin of his lean and smooth torso was just like Quincy had always imagined, the heat and spicy-sweet aroma from Zack’s body inviting.

He curved his fingers around Zack’s slim waist, caressing Zack’s hipbones with his thumbs before slowly sliding his hands up to cup Zack’s face again. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Zack’s, trying to rein in his emotions before they completely ran away from him. “Do you know how much I want you right now?”

“I can guess.” Zack reached down and cupped Quincy’s eager cock and lightly squeezed.

Quincy put his own hand over Zack’s and ground his pelvis against the other man’s palm. He could have come that instant had Zack not retreated to slowly unzip Quincy’s pants and dip his hand into the opening.

“Zack, wait…”

“For what? I want you and you want me.”

“I don’t have anything here.” Quincy shuddered when Zack gripped his shaft and thumbed the pearl of liquid at the head of his penis.

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“Not even in that big suite of rooms in the back?”

Quincy jerked his head up.

Zack grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I asked around.”

“I do more work in that suite of rooms than anything.”

“Not even a little hanky panky?”

“Not really. No time.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Zack bent his head to lick the side of Quincy’s neck, “there’s always time for hanky panky, big handsome.”

Other than masturbation, there hadn’t been time for anything sexually pleasurable in a long while for Quincy. He’d been too busy getting
Zara’s
up and running. Been too busy blocking out the reason he had involved himself in the project to begin with.

“Who are you saving yourself for?” Zack licked and nibbled a hot path from Quincy’s neck to his ear before circling the shell with the tip of his tongue.

Damn, Zack had a talented mouth! Quincy imagined what Zack could do to the rest of his body with that tongue instead of teasing his ear. “What if I said I was saving myself for you, Zack?”

He raised his brows at Quincy. “No problem.” He pulled a string of NYC

Condoms out of his pocket and wrapped his legs around Quincy’s waist to draw him closer.

Quincy chuckled when he recognized the MTA logo and remembered his bartenders stockpiling the packets in glass bowls behind the main bar. He never thought he’d benefit from his libidinous staff’s hoard.

Zack replaced the condoms in his pocket, pushed Quincy back and jumped down from the bar to unbutton Quincy’s pants. He slid them over his hips and down his legs along with Quincy’s boxer briefs until the clothing was all bunched around his ankles.

Even though they were completely alone, and it was his nightclub, Quincy hadn’t done anything so bold in a long while. Zack’s brazenness had Quincy’s legs noodling to the point that he had to reach for the bar. He balanced his weight against it with both hands when Zack slid down to his knees and grasped Quincy’s throbbing cock in one hand.

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He stroked Quincy experimentally, gently scraping his nails from the base of Quincy’s shaft and back to the head where he thumbed the slit. It was the most erotic sensation Quincy had experienced so far, but his body tensed, waiting for the rest.

Zack didn’t disappoint, swirling the pad of his thumb around the head of Quincy’s penis until the digit was nice and moist with pre-cum. Then he popped his thumb in his mouth and sucked off Quincy’s essence with a low moan.

He gaped at the serene look of appreciation on Zack’s face, heart hammering as Zack reached for him again. This time Zack grasped Quincy’s balls and juggled them as if they were a pair of Chinese therapy balls before lowering his head to take Quincy’s hard jutting cock into his mouth.

Quincy hissed a breath out through his teeth and closed his eyes, his hands drifting to Zack’s soft, caramel waves when the wet warmth of Zack’s mouth surrounded him.

He grazed Quincy’s erection with his teeth on the way down to the base and Quincy fisted his hands against Zack’s scalp. He was torn between pulling him off, sliding to his knees and taking Zack in his arms or pushing him further, torn between immediate physical need and wanting to satisfy his emotional needs with just Zack’s company.

Quincy closed his eyes and intensified his thrusts, stroking his dick deep into Zack’s throat while the other man eagerly took him in. His balls drew up tight against his groin, signaling an approaching and long- awaited orgasm. He tried to hold it off a while longer, wanted to stretch out the enjoyment as long as he could, taking pleasure in the feel of Zack loving his dick. He slowed his movements and did the multiplication table for seven in his head, but Zack reached behind him and traced his anus with a finger.

He got to seven-times-two-equals-fourteen before he shuddered and clenched his ass cheeks against the teasing touch, gasping when Zack slid a finger into his anus and caressed his prostate. “Oh fuck…”

Zack increased the pressure with his mouth, taking Quincy deep, sucking hard, and simultaneously rubbing the muscular tissue inside with his finger until Quincy lost it completely.

He plunged into Zack’s mouth, releasing a hoarse shout and shooting his cum deep.

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Zack pulled him in, swallowing Quincy’s spunk while Quincy circled his hips, vibrating in Zack’s grasp like a strung-out junky after a powerful and satisfying fix.

Quincy waited just long enough for Zack to release his dick with a resounding pop before he finally did sink to his knees, and pulled Zack close for a drugging kiss. He worshipped Zack’s mouth as it deserved, nibbling and sucking the other man’s full lips before sliding his tongue in to tangle with Zack’s.

They kissed for several long moments, Quincy unzipping Zack’s pants and plunging his hand inside to finally grasp the other man’s sizable, firm cock—just long and wide enough to make Quincy hard again.

He pulled back, mouth watering with the idea of tasting the other man.

Zack abruptly stood, grabbed a chair from one of the nearby tables and dragged it to Quincy. “Here. Sit.”

“What are we doing?”

“I thought you knew by now.” Zack toed off his loafers, slid the string of condoms out of his pocket before he pulled down and kicked out of his pants and shorts then hastily peeled off his socks.

Quincy stared when Zack stood before him amidst his discarded pile of clothes, completely naked, gorgeous and lip-smacking like Quincy always suspected he’d be. He licked his lips at Zack’s peaches-and-cream complexion, a blush of color rushing to Zack’s cheeks and ears as Quincy got his fill of the other man’s lean-muscled physique.

“Don’t just kneel there. Get in the chair.”

He did as he was commanded, and couldn’t help liking the bossy tone of Zack’s voice, couldn’t help thinking how much he sounded like his twin who could be a bossy little cuss when she wasn’t acting the spoiled brat.

Quincy smiled, liked the idea of Zack taking the reins. Normally, he didn’t do submissive, but he felt comfortable, settled back against the chair’s leather cushions and watched Zack rip open a foil pack and approach.

“Want to do the honors or should I?”