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[Not wasting any time Tim will soon be at Jacob's bar. Wearing tight leather pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. Paired with a bright blue Hawaiian style button up that he's left half undone. Showing off a hint of his hairy chest underneath.

He saunters right up to the bar with a huge grin on his face.] I heard this is the place where people with fine arses get free drinks. So, where's my free drink?

[ He should expect nothing less of Tim. He looks good, even if he's a little differently dressed than a lot of the people here. Still, there's some appreciative glances his way as he heads towards Jacob.]

The owner warned me there might be trouble tonight. Guess you're it.

[ Jacob says it fondly and then reaches towards the glasses.]

What are you having? Don't say me, I hear that all the time.

Oh? [Tim sways on his feet. Trying to show off his ass a little. He hadn't missed the looks he got when he came in and he may be trying to make Jacob a little jealous.]

How about a Martini stirred with your cock. Only, hold the Martini and stir me instead.

[ Making Jacob jealous is not a good time, not if he thinks he has some real claim over someone's affections. He knows Tim is married though, or as good as, and they're friends. Friends who fuck, but that's nothing like having a ring on your finger.

He grins at Tim, laughing softly at the request, and puts down the glass, grabbing a bottle of lube instead, which is behind the bar, on display with all the big glass bottles. ]

Here on the bar? Alright, if you don't mind an audience.

As much as he might want to, Tim isn't able to fully hide his surprise when the lube bottle comes out, but he recovers quickly. A mischievous grin taking over his features as he leans in against the bar. Letting his voice take on a more husky tone.

"Have you heard the phrase; don't threaten me with a good time?" It's nearly a purr. "Because I'll split you in two on top of this bar if you really want me to, but you're the one who has to face all your customers again after that."

That surprise earns an easy peal of laugher, Jacob grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh Tim," He grins, leaning forward to put his elbow on the bar and his chin in his hand, "Didn't you just say you wanted me to stir you like a martini? I think everyone in this bar knows what you want, you don't have to be coy."

He lets his eyes move, traveling from the collar of Tim's shirt, his chest hair poking through, down to the belt of his trousers.

"Not that I've ever known you to be coy."

Tim's grin only grows. "Oh? You thought I was being coy? And here I thought I was being pretty clear. Well, let me fix that." He will reach across the bar and unless Jacob tries to stop him (which he could very easily do) then Tim will grab hold of the man's shirt, pull him close, and plant a firm kiss on Jacob's kiss.

"You probably don't even know what could me-" Jacob teases but they Tim is reaching for him and for the fun of it, Jacob let's himself be pulled. The bar is quite wife, but in his side its lined with shelves which can easily double as a ladder. It's easy to climb up a couple and grab Tim back, and Jacob clearly doesn't give a fuck that the rest of the room is cat-calling.

"Get it Frye!"
"Oi do I get a pint before you two start?"

"Get it yourself." Tim shouts without looking towards the person asking for a pint. "Just like I am." He surges forth to meet Jacob halfway up onto the desk. Using the closest bar-stool for leverage for lack of a ladder.

Once he's up kneeling on the bar he kisses Jacob again. Pushing and trying to encourage Jacob to lay back onto the bar. Knowing and trusting that Jacob would say no if he didn't actually want things to go this far, but also unwilling to let the assassin lead. Not with a crowd and the other man being a submissive. Tim simply couldn't allow it for now.

Jacob knows Tim's discomfort about being seen to do anything outside his designation, and while he understands, it is bloody frustrating. And while he's been fucked on his own bar before, he hasn't been while the pub's been open.

He kisses Tim back, but then breaks away, pulling back and jumping down from the top of the tall counter.

"Right you lot, get out. Pub's closed!"

There's a loud chorus of complaints - both at being kicked out and at the fact that they can't watch the landlord get fucked, but the patrons leave easily enough.

Once the last one is out the door, Jacob shuts it, turns the key in the lock, and goes back toward the bar.

"What was that about stirring you with my dick?"

"Aw--" Tim's mouth opens to say more than a noise of disappointment when Jacob jumps back down. Although the: Chicken. dies on his tongue as Jacob makes it very clear that he is still very much getting special treatment here.

So he lounges on the bar. Stretching out with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Not even a little sorry that these patrons are losing out on what Tim has already deemed to be an excellent drinking spot. In fact he idly reaches for an abandoned drink as he waits for Jacob to kick everyone out. Taking a sip and not caring if it might be laced with anything. Mostly because he knows he's about to spend some quality time with Jacob who Tim considers to be one of the safest people in the city.

Running his hand down his chest he pulls his shirt open a little further before slipping it into his pants. Trying to give Jacob a bit of a show as he walks back. "Let this be a lesson for you; never challenge Timothy Stoker to a game of sex chicken."

Jacob turns back to the other man, just in time to watch the shirt get pulled further open, and then drinking in the sight of Tim's hand disappearing into his jeans. It's a good look, a very good look and Jacob can't help himself- he closes the distance between them, puts his own hand on the front of Tim's fly, covering Tim's with only that fabric between them, and squeezes.

"Sex Chicken?" He repeats, laughing. "I don't think I'd ever challenge you to have sex with a chicken. You might do it." He squeezes again, and then leans in, kissing Tim hard and hungry, and pushing him back towards the bar.

The gasp Jacob gets when he grabs at Tim is immediate and sharp. There is a hint of fear and pain, but mostly there is excitement. Deep down Jacob has become a man Tim trusts, but it was still hard not to feel a little nervous when someone as rough as Jacob can be has his favorite body part in hand.

"That is a bit too far, even for--Mmhmm!" The kiss doesn't surprise him. The intensity does. Not that it takes Tim very long to recover from the shock before he's kissing right back. Hips awkwardly trying to push into the hand groping him as his own paw at Jacob's shirt. Finding the man wearing far too many clothes as he's pushed back towards the bar. Now that they were alone he was perfectly fine with letting Jacob push him around. He wouldn't have to worry about Sasha getting into trouble over his actions.

It's so much fun to tease Tim, to say things that are blatantly untrue but Tim will still protest about. He doesn't need to hear the man's defense though, kissing him and groping him before he changes the position of his hand and starts undoing the trousers instead.

Once the fly is undone, Jacob starts to move his hand into his pants alongside Tim's own, moving past his dick toward his balls and giving them a little squeeze.

"That's a pretty pair you've got there. You going to show them off?"

"Be happy to." Tim responds with baited breath. A shiver running down his spine as he removes his own hand to give Jacob full access. Enjoying the feel of someone else touching him far more than himself. Besides it frees his hands to tug at the waist of Jacob's pants. It only seemed fair to Tim to return the favor.

"Why do you bend over?" He suggests as he works at Jacob's fly unless he's stopped. "And I'll show off just how good I am with them."

"Oh no," Jacob says with authority, giving Tim a renewed squeeze, the man's balls still in his grip. He isn't stopping Tim from undressing him, he isn't protesting about it, but he does exert a little bit of control just in his tone of voice.

"This is my pub, and you are getting fucked. That's the offer on the table pretty thing."

This time Tim actually yelps as his balls are squeezed a little rougher. "Well, it does seem as though you have the situation well in hand." He jokes before picking up where he left off in removing Jacob's belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

"It does seem like a pretty sturdy bar. I'd hate for it to go to waste." The chances to take just as good as Tim likes to give were too few and far between for Tim's liking. He was willing to play along with this.

"Safe word is London Bridge." He throws that out there as Jacob's girp is on the edge of getting uncomfortably tight, but not near enough that Tim wants to use a safe word.

"I do, don't I?" Jacob grins, and gives a slight tug on Tim's precious ornaments. He won't hurt him, although he realises that is a bit of a knife edge. But hey, Tim seems to be enjoying it.

He nods at the safeword, and then lets go of Tim, probably to the other man's relief, and then gives him a slap on the backside to make him head towards the bar and get settled there, while Jacob continues to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, finishing the work Tim had started.

"You going to bend over like a pretty boy that can't pay for his drinks?" Jacob asks as he comes up behind Tim, rubbing his hands over Tim's chest, focusing on his sensitive nipples. "I love the boys that forget their wallets. You can make them do anything.."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The tug has water collecting in Tim's eyes. He does his best to try to keep the tears from dropping. Wanting to look manly in front of the man handling his sack so roughly. It's an utter relief when he finally lets him go. He jumps at the slap, but a grin is still on his face as he moves as directed towards the bar.

"Is that what you want? Something like this?" He leans against the bar top. Spreading his arms out wide and giving his hips a shake for Jacob to gaze at, but not yet bending over. "Don't I get a free drink before I start to bend over?" Not yet sure he'll let Jacob make him do anything, but maybe he will depending on how fun it is.

The tears were more than Jacob had wanted to see, so he does try to catch hold of Tim before he moves away completely, just to give him a gentle squeeze and murmur an apology into his ear.

"You can have a drink," Jacob says, "Either a pint of my cum or I'll get you an actual beer, if you want it. But-" He says, coming up close behind Tim, "You have to drink it while I pound you, and not spill a drop. Deal?"

"You're making me choose?!" He sounds shocked and disappointed. "But what if I wanted both?" He slowly licks his tongue across his lips as he asks that. Wanting to draw attention to the lips that could be on Jacob instead of talking right now.

"But, alright. Beer for my mouth and a pint in my ass." He tilts his head in curiosity. "Although, what happens if I do spill any? Maybe I'll want to do so on purpose."

"Poor Tim, has to make a decision," Jacob says, slapping the other Brit's arse again, enjoying the noise of skin on skin. "But as you made such a good argument, you can have both."

He pauses then, bringing his hand to press between Tim's shoulderblades and press him down, while his other hand reaches back across the bar to where he pint glasses are.

"I'm sure with a bit of lube, I can get this in. Not sure we'll get it out again, mind." He gives Tim a moment to consider this, and then laughs. "I'm joking. Probably."

Instead he gets right up behind Tim, pressing his hips into the man's arse, and using both hands to pull a pint. He's done it once or twice from the front of a bar, although it's not easy, and not the best pint because of the awkward position, but it doesn't matter. He sets it down right in front of Tim.

"You can start when I'm in you. Not before. You spill a drop? Then I fuck you, but I'll make sure you don't cum. I'll put those balls in a vice if I have to."

Congratulations, Jacob. He successfully turns Tim white as he Jacob threatens to shove that cup up his ass. He's put a great number of things up there, but glass was not something he was interested in trying out. He tries to push himself up, but finds himself pinned under that strong hand. "Uhh-- you had better be joking."

He's able to relax once more when the pint is filled and placed in front of him. Glad that it was a joke because he would hate to use his safe word so soon in the evening. Although Jacob being the first in Duplicity to make him use one? That wouldn't be a surprise.

"This is going to be the cleanest pint I've ever had." He spreads his legs as he peers back at Jacob. "Do your worst."

Jacob's hand on Tim's back rubs circles into those tense muscles, trying to get the man to ease up a little. "Of course I'm joking. If I was going to do that to you, I'd use a wine bottle. Shape's better."

He's joking about that too. Probably.

He reaches for the lube, stroking himself and coating his cock in the thick slick, and then lets his fingers move to part Tim's cheeks. He's got such a lovely pale arse, he really does. A finger goes in, easily, followed by a second. He's not going to spend long, but he won't do his worst. At least, not immediately.

"It would have to be a plastic bottle." He adds. Not wanting Jacob to think he was against things going into his ass. "Nothing that might break and cut up the inside of my immaculate hole."

Not that the hand circling in his back does wonders for helping Tim relax a bit more and more. There is no resistance from him as Jacob spreads his cheeks and inserts the first of his fingers. Tim reaches to bring the glass a bit closer to himself. "You know... technically that is your finger inside right now." He jokes while bringing the glass up to his lips. Making an obnoxious slurping sound as he pretends to take a sip.

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Thinking once they get started I'll roll a d10 every tag and if I roll 3/below then Tim will spill

oooh that's a very good idea!

Usually it's just if I roll a 1, but I figure Jacob will be going hard so give a couple extra #s