We were both drunk off our asses. Absinth really could fuck you up worse than you could imagine. All I can say is that Jimmy's a DAMNED good bartender.Off tour, at our usual drunken and drug-filled haunts, the night began as any other intoxicated escapade would; the four of us loafing around on barstools while our drummer poured us drink after drink. I'm the heaviest drinker out of them all, or at least I like to think I am, despite the fact that I'm the youngest and I could hold my liquor better than any of them could, but my first four shots of absinth already had me fucked.

Oh, did I forget to mention I had never drunk absinth before?

We didn't even bother playing drinking games the last half hour. Those had sadly ended at one o'clock when the number of customers started to diminish. So with Matt and Zacky passed out on the bar counter it was only Brian, Jimmy and I left to match shots with each other. Brian was starting to look worn out himself, his face turning a pale shade of olive. Being the stubborn individual he is, he raked back his hair and continued drowning every shot of absinth Jimmy poured with a forced grin.

Fifteen minutes later he started with the stoner babble.

Staring at the freshly poured shot in front of him he rambled half incoherently "Y'know, I just need to go to bed. That's just the fucking bottom line. And when there's absinth just, like, looking at you in the eye, that's what you do." He prodded Matt harshly in the side with is middle and index finger "Move over, mate...you're all...hogging the pillow and shit". The pillow of choice being Zacky's right shoulder. Matt shifted in his sleep, but ceased to move enough for Brian's liking. Brian scoffed at his unconscious form "Be that way. I see how it is!" he elbowed Matt in the side, who snored lightly but did nothing more. Discouraged, Brian rested his head in his arms on the bar counter, taking up none of the little space he cleared by jabbing M. "You just kinda go to bed is what you do" he mumbled into his arms, finishing off t he sentence with a drunken hiccup.

Thirty seconds later he was out like a light.

Jimmy sighed. "And then there were two" he said, looking down at the unconscious munitions slumped in a heap next to me. He held up an almost empty brown glass bottle; with a smile he asked "Shall I pour the rest then?" I didn't particularly want to speak; I assumed how slurred my words would turn out, but I had also made the assumption that, even though I was the heaviest drinker, another shot wouldn't be the greatest idea I'd ever have. I waved my hand at Jimmy to put the bottle down and shaking my head I managed to slur out "Naw...I think Brian may have had...the right...idea" Jimmy shrugged and with is free hand took off his glasses and placed them on the counter with a faint tapping sound of the glass making contact with wood. The bottle made a similar sound when he placed it into an open cabinet shelf behind him. He had those disappointed puppy dog eyes on him-or maybe he didn’t, I was far too gone to decipher facial expressions. “Meh, maybe” he replied, walking back over to my side of the counter. Okay, so those weren’t puppy dog eyes, but it WAS a look that I had never bothered to see before.

“I’m gonna head upstairs” I mumbled. There was an apartment above the bar that I had taken advantage of several times before when I’d been too intoxicated to wander my way back home. Tonight I wasn’t even close to capable of driving, let alone walking the two and a half miles back home; Hell, I was lucky if I was even going to be able to stand up straight. Jimmy gave me the same odd look he had given me before. “No. He stated simply.

“Huh?” I asked, trying to steady myself enough to slide off my barstool.

“No, you’re fucking not” he growled in an unbearably sexy voice

Next thing I knew, Jimmy’s hands gripped tightly on my shirt, pulling me forcefully off of my seat and slammed me down on the counter in a kneeling position. Only centimeters separated out faces; so close I could smell the whisky hanging off of his breath, almost able to taste it in the heavy air between us. Jimmy looked me dead in the eye, and crushed our lips together.

Intoxications felt lovely mixed with the feel of his tongue tracing my lower lip fiercely, begging for entry into the last thing I expected. I obliged within seconds, opening my mouth to return the kiss just as ferociously. The throbbing in my knees from the impact faded away as I faded into his kiss which tasted of booze and stale cigarettes. The room spun around me in complete and utter vertigo; his fingernails digging into the back of my neck gave the impression that he was trying to steady himself with me as a crutch…I didn’t mind much. Wait, what?! Was I drunk or gay? Probably both, I couldn’t tell, but I was leaning towards the latter when Jimmy’s hands wandered from my neck, and started moving down my back.

My chest jumped at the feel of his fingertips snaking along my body guided by my spine. Jimmy pulled his face away from mine at the sudden movement of my chest; he had that look in his eyes again. “What?” He asked me. I couldn’t think of an answer fast enough for him. With a toothy, devious smile he took my legs out from under me, forcibly placing me in a sitting position at the edge of the bar and sucked me into another, deeper kiss that made me lose all touch with reality and the settings around me. No more vertigo, just me, Jimmy and whatever was coming between us. He bit my lower lip softly and moaned. I would have moaned myself, but I was still in shock. My leg twitched violently at the sensation, so I lead it into my second instinct, wrapping both legs around the back of his, pressing his crotch against mine.

His fingers swam through my thick blonde hair, scraping the gel off of the spikes unknowingly. The kiss grew rougher, intensity rising as fast as I felt my crotch rising. I was still pressed against him, legs wrapped around his upper thighs so I could feel him swelling just as quickly. Both our hands were wandering now, feeling the entire length of each other’s body up and down. Jimmy’s pale form sent chills down my spine with every touch and nip he gave to me. He bit my neck the way he’d play drums. Playing scales with his teeth to my skin gentle to vicious and then back down again.

His fingers traced me to the beat of his nips along my collar bone. They slid down my spine, deliberately digging his a bit too long nails over my skin until he reached the hem of my shirt, which he peeled off me slowly. I heard the soft rustle it made when it hit the ground in a heap, but didn’t open my eyes to investigate. I couldn’t if I tried, they were squinted shut and it was Jimmy’s fault for putting me in this position. That’s when I moaned for the first time of the night. ”Mnnng” I gasped, surprised. His teeth hit my neck in the sickest form of ecstasy, and cut down through the skin. I could feel the blood tracing down my neck, and his tongue lapping it up slowly like a kitten would milk. Teasing me with my own blood…great.

I moaned louder the second time he bit down on my collar bone. More like a scream than the first time. He knew I liked it. Allot

My only fear was that the rest of the band would come out of there semi-comas woven of absinth.

The blood trickled down my neck, over my chest and crept down my stomach. The look in my eyes was begging him to sip it up. He knew that, and refused. I could hardly even open my eyes, I couldn’t focus, the room spun around again, vertigo returned, but this time not caused by alcohol. Caused by my blood dripping down me, my lusting for Jimmy and my fear of the others passed out on the counter. He kissed my mouth, no longer focusing on my neck, and forced his tongue in again. It caused me to groan softly, as much as I tried to suppress the sound from escaping my lips. I gripped tighter with my legs “Eager, aren’t we?” Jimmy mumbled into my mouth. I responded by biting his lip, pulling him closer to me by my grasp on it. It was him that moaned this time, though not quite as softly

“Shut up and fuck me, Jimmy” I said forcefully, tearing open his button down shirt, and trailing my hands along his stomach, to the brim of his pants. I tried to shove my hands down them, but my hands were pushed away and pinned to my sides, bent on the counter with him holding them down so hard that my knuckles turned paper-white. I shifted where I sat, squirming out of his grasp but failing.

“Stay” he growled. I looked into his eyes and nodded my head yes, even though it was something I didn’t want to do. I wanted to ravish his body, claim it for my own, and not stay in one place at his discretion.

He backed away from me, forcing my legs off from around him. As he backed away, he slid his shirt off of his shoulders to the floor, letting it fall behind him. He looked me square in the eye with that crooked grin of his dominating his face, and backed away farther until he was leaning back on the opposite counter next to the empty bottles of alcohol. Staring at him bare-chested, six back exposed with his legs crossed over one another next to the alcohol wasn’t helping my boner. Despite my instruction to stay put, my hands wandered to the button of my pants, hoping Jimmy wouldn’t notice, or even better wouldn’t care.

“I said stay put, didn’t I Johnny?” The tone in his voice made my arms fall to my sides again involuntarily. “Good” he said.

I licked my lips when I saw his hands moving towards his zipper and heard the sound of it opening to reveal what I had been wanting sense the first time our lips struck together. He pulled his cock out of his pants slowly, stroking it lightly in an attempt to tease me. I tilted my head back at the sight of it, but no sound came out. The only sound in the bar was unsteady breathing and him stroking it, but not coming near me; teasing me from across the room. He pumped a loose first over its smooth surface, sliding his fingers across the tip.

“You like what you see?” He whispered to me, darkly

“Mmhmm”

“What was that, Johnny?”

“Mm…Y-yes” I begged him to come closer.

“Good” he said, uncrossing his legs.

Jimmy was more dominant that I ever would have put past him. Other than being maniac when he was coked up he was usually rather passive-hyper as fuck, but passive. I liked the switch, though. Seeing Jimmy from a new angle-especially THIS angle-was rather rewarding, and extremely interesting to say the least.

His gorgeous grey-green eyes were locked into my bright blue still; they hadn’t moved sense he opened his pants and leaned to the other side of the counter. And now, as he was walking back to me agonizingly slow, the anticipation was killing me. I could tell he liked it that way. He was still teasing me by masturbating in front of me, just out of my reach.

My hands wandered from my sides to my zipper for the second time. The sensation of my cock throbbing had begun to turn into pain from it being caged in my pants for so long had become too much to bear. Jimmy obliged my actions this time without a word. Instead of opposing in his harsh voice, this time he responded by taking his hands off his own cock, placing them both on mine. His fingers squeezed my head tightly and moved it around to his will. Calloused fingertips and palms dragged across it, coaxing out as much pre-come as he could, before dropping to his knees…

His knees hit the floor the same time my length hit the back of his throat. His knees made a thump on the hard wood floor of the bar, and his throat made a lovely, wet gagging noise at the touch of my penis against his mouth. “Shit!” my torso twitched at the feeling.

“Something wrong?” he mumbled, half inaudibly, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“No, nothing j-u-just…” my voice dropped off into the sound and sensation of him massaging me inside of his mouth. I tangled my hands in his long, black hair, slightly too long fingernails digging into his scalp, leaving shallow pools of blood under my fingernails. The other hand was behind me on the counter bracing my arching back until my fingertips turned a pale shade of purple from the pressure of gripping the counter. I didn’t need to put pressure on his head where my hand rested or to move my hips for him to get where I wanted. He willingly pressed his head down far enough so my cock hit his throat making him gag, lips dripping with pre-come. The look on his face-one of pure pleasure and contentment-combined with his fists still moving over my length, though it was being swallowed in and out of his mouth made me lower body twitch again; my twitching torso warned myself of steadily reaching my peak. I tried to wait, I tried not to moan, and the struggle was fruitless. I had dug my teeth so far into my lips in attempt to stay quiet blood was beginning to bubble out of it, and trickles down my chin “Nnrghh…gahh…” I whispered to myself holding back the noises his tongue wrapping around my length inside of him, snaking around it at each pump wanted me to make. Jimmy refused to hold back any of his moans. Each time I pressed the back of his throat gags turned into moans and then louder moans, not even considering the fact that Brian, Matt and Zacky were passed out only feet away from where we were positioned

Unconscious from alcohol, they caused my drunken paranoia to stick with me up to this point, and I had the feeling the thought of waking them up wouldn’t leave me no matter what happened with Jimmy The Bartender. Matt’s head lay the closest to me. Shadows hid his face in the dim lamplight that was the only thing creating hazy luminescence in the small room. It was expressionless and drunken with the right corner of his eyebrow twitching in his sleep. It wouldn’t let me release my grasp on the fear, causing a gap between jimmy and I.

Trashed? Scattered? Imcompete-“Ahh…” I groaned slightly and cringed. I gasped unexpectedly at the warm shiver shooting up my spine. “Mm…” my jaw dropped at the sensation so that the bottom teeth let go of my lip, unclogging the dammed up blood at my contorted shiver. The teeth previously dug into my lips scratched across it as I tilted my head back finally letting a louder, deeper moan free at the sensation of releasing into his mouth. I looked down at him on the floor, wearing my distorted expression of pleasure. He returned my glare by clearing his lips of my semen with his tongue wearing a devious smile. White fluid dripped out of the corners of his mouth and never in all the years I’d know him had he looked so damned good. He growled lowly, without intent to speak, teeth bared and dripping. His breath was already heavy, almost panting; the heat in the air surrounding us had caused the bottles behind the bar to grow a fog. I was pretty sure it had been freezing in the room before everything; the cold was always refreshing to me; I hated the hot weather, but sitting on the counter with almost all of my skin exposed, sweating balls, there wasn’t anything imaginable that would be better

He was still hard.

He still had that look in his eye.

Fucked up or not, I still wanted him

“Get up” I said in a hushed but demanding voice. He gripped the bar counter as a support to stand up, licking, sucking, and nipping up my body the whole way, weaving a trail of perfect bruises along my stomach and lines of pale skin where the dried blood had clung to my chest. Nipping softly at my nipples he pressed his naked body against mine, rubbing his exposed ten inches against the jeans I still had on. The tight, black jeans stayed on only due to the presence of my vans. I’d been too preoccupied to remove them, until Jimmy shoved his tongue into my mouth passionately for the fourth or fifth time of the evening. Thank god for slip-on sneakers.

His body towered over mine, tongue taking over my mouth, ravishing through it, and leaving the aftertaste of my own semen in my mouth through his kiss. Delicious. “What happened to that whole “Shut up and fuck me, Jimmy gig you had going on there, Johnny?” he mumbled mid-kiss. I bit his lip to tell him shut up, latching my teeth into his skin to pull him closer into me.

His breath hitched when I slid my nails down across the small of his back, scratching violently while unlatching his belt.

“Don’t be so slow about it!” He told me, pushing my hands away from him, and tearing off his belt in seconds himself. His pants and leather belt made a soft thud of denim followed by the clink his Jack Daniel’s belt buckle made on hitting the porcelain floor adding to the pile of shed clothing. I couldn’t help but smile at his figure. Thin from overuse of cocaine but cut like a diamond. Not the most buff thing on earth, but covered in perfectly placed tattoos and scars he never spoke of, and a visible happy train which made me giggle softly; sexy in his own strange way, and his body radiated lust. “What’s so funny?” he asked me in his deep, hardly bearable tone of voice. “Am I that ugly?”

“Fuck no” I breathed back at him.

“Well that’s reassuring”

“Shut up and fuck me, Jimmy” I growled to him a second time, louder than I had meant to.

“Now THAT,” he bent down and reach toward my jeans. He tore them off completely, hindered by my sneakers which I kicked to the floor in a rush, “is what I like to hear”

Vertigo hit me as soon as I hit the bar. The wood was cold, a shock to my body through all of the heat Jimmy and I had built up. The impact knocked the wind out of me, as well as knocked the rest of the absinth out of its brown glass bottle, scattering glass across the counter top. The liquid rolled out o dangerously close to Zacky and Brian’s inconveniently placed arms. Jimmy took hold of my inner thighs and forced my legs open painfully. I felt my expression turn to a grimace from the pain and thoughts came to mind of ‘No…I don’t want this anymore…’ He crawled towards me, using his legs to open mine wider as he snaked across the table. He moved like a cat; slow and stealthy, eyes glowing in the dimness as he crawled on top of me.

“I don’t want this!” I told him forcefully

“Yes, you do” He grabbed my chin, digging his nails as far into it as he could, and brought my head up to his. “I’ve been waiting three whole fucking months for this. Get on your fucking hands and knees”, not request but a desire-filled demand that couldn’t be objected

I stared up at him “Yes, sir-”He cut off my sentence when I didn’t move fast enough “I said now”. He grabbed my hips, and flipped me over onto my stomach using knocking all the wind out of my on impact. Damn, for one hundred and ten pounds he was pretty fucking strong. I liked it that way, though. It sure was a change from the way Lacy liked it. Shit…Lacy…!

“Unmask your desire” Jimmy cooed into my bloody ear.

“You want it on the bottom, I presume?” Jimmy asked, one hand pressing painfully onto my back, the other touching my inner thighs lightly, tracing the curves of my body slowly, controlling the arousal he intended to give to me. The calloused hand positioned roughly on my skin massaged that one part of my back, creating more imperfections next to the various gashes from his nails dragged along me and his teeth on my body, and more arousal from me my the moment

“But…Lacy-“Surprisingly she was still on my mind even in the position I was in; intoxicated by both alcohol and animalistic urges. My knees were throbbing again from the pain of the impact, and as soon as the breath was returning to me I felt a new pain overwhelming my body accompany by Jimmy’s voice echoing through it. “I’ll take that as a YES” he yelled, sinking himself into my entrance, making my whole body jump in surprise and sheer pain. Warm shivers had turned into sharp jolts of pain sliding across my spine; searing hot bolts of energy overcoming my body. I screamed in pain the same point his cock entered me. Jimmy didn’t bother to pull out at my yelp of pain; he just chuckled lowly and smiled down at my grimace. “J-Jimmy. I d-do-don’t want thi-“ he cut me off by thrusting himself into me a second time. “Yes, yes you do,” Pumping again, slowly, building up friction between us with each thrust. I tried to get up, but his weight on top of me kept me down. At the motion I made he grabbed my wrists tightly, and pinned them down in front of me without letting go. He sat on top of me like that, with my wrists being held down on top of the counter, pushing inside of me, avoiding my prostate completely, but hitting deep enough to shove ecstasy through my body. Groans of pain had turned to groans of torturous pleasure at this point. My wrists being held down felt better than I thought it ever would, even though each pump of him inside of me was torture. With each time he thrust into me smoothly the along with my stomach made soft squeaking noises across the polished wood.

“J-im…Jimmy…Oh” I panted with my face pressed against the counter. There were no more soft pumps; the soft gracious movements had evolved into thrusts that set a steady pace for our hips, to the point where my moans could no longer be contained no matter how hard I tried to control my actions. Jimmy’s ten inches beating steadily in me, slick with pre-come and sweat was absolutely fucking heaven. The thought of my Lacy, my child, and by sobriety left me each time he demanded a moan from me. “I t-told you tha-at you wanted it” he panted into my ear, nipping at it lightly, scraping it with abnormally pointed teeth.

“Scream for me”, Jimmy cooed into my ear again without hindering the pace that kept my breath unsteady. “But…” I moaned softly. Blood dripped down both of our necks, adding to the mixture of hot sweat coating us and making our body’s slick at the tempo growing faster as our hips hit stronger.

“Make me” I demanded from him. More like begged. So many times he avoided my prostate to tease me, to torture me, to make me tremble and sweat and scream. Yet he still hadn’t managed to get a scream out of me. My legs straddled the counter painfully, and the opportunity Jimmy saw made me do nothing less. His hands move down my shaking, dripping body and with all the will in him pried my legs open and forced himself as deep into me as he possibly could. Jimmy hitting my prostate dead on, his calloused hands on the insides of my thighs and the soft pants that escaped his lips caused the sensation he wanted I screamed out into the almost-silence, echoing out his name in the most passionate and animalistic way possible. He groaned; “Now tha-at’s what I…I…I like to hear from you Johnny” he tilted his head back, but no sound escaped him; and I could see each individual drop of sweat and blood and passion roll down his neck. I reached up to touch them, to pull his neck down to mine and drag his body down from sitting on top of me to lay on top of me so I could touch his body the way he was touching mine. To hear him moan and scream at my discretion, but alas, he was in control, of course. Not that I didn’t like it that way. Having someone dominate me never felt so fucking good. Sex never felt so good, even if it WAS on a bar counter. I reached them up to him, but he grabbed my wrists again and slammed them painfully down on the counter behind me as they were before “Gahh!” I cried out in pain.

“Did that hurt babe?” I looked him in the eye and nodded. He brushed my blonde hair out of my face. The look I gave him made him grip them tighter than before. “Good!” He said in a tone that could hardly be called a whisper, gripping them harder as reins to set a heavier seat and pace upon my body. Now trapped inside of the new pace it was him that began to groan, louder than before each time he hit the perfect spot inside of my body.

Reality had withered around me. The only things I could see and feel were Jimmy ravishing my ass with a cock that felt to big far too big to fit, taking excruciating pain and unbearable pleasure to a new level, welding it into one being, and his lips along my collarbone. Where his teeth hit were far from loving nips. These were lust filled, full-on bites leaving small gashes that left me wanting more and more. He lapped up the blood from my neck and chest slow and sensually with care to tease me and make me squirm at the touch of his tongue sliding across my neck, down my chest and wrapping around my nipple; biting and sucking at it, making me arch my back violently at the combined sensations overtaking my body.

He smiled downward at me. His hair hung over his eyes and smile, his cheeks were red hot and his facial expression was one to die for. “Do you want more, Johnny?” he asked me, pulling out. The nerves in my torso twitched; I wanted him back inside me, I wanted him to re-create the sensation I swore an hour ago that I didn’t want. I nodded with my eyes squinted shut, hoping he would crush our hips together again and moan as sexy as he had before. “I said…” he grasped my hip bones tightly and slammed himself back in, harder than before, and faster, moving more viciously making both our body’s jerk “…Do. You. Want. MORE?” At the end of each word he slammed my prostate, making me gasp, almost using my breath as a punctuation mark to his desires. He grasped under me, taking hold of my tattooed penis below him, and pumping that just as hard as he was controlling his. I began to buck my hips up stronger than he was bucking his downwards towards mine. “nmmmmgh” he inhaled a noise of sheer pleasure through his lips chapped from kissing, and caked with blood. I could feel the wind knock out of him every time our hips crashed violently. The sound of skin against skin overtook the calmness of the barroom

“YES!” I screamed back at him. “ Yes I fucking want it, Jimmy!” So much for containing myself. My back arched at an abnormal angle, as I screamed out his name for the second time, peaking before he did. My whole body shook at the sensation rising inside of me; the warm shivers returned like bullets throughout my entire body this time. He continued through my orgasm, dragging it out as far as he could, though, in order to reach his, in unison we gasped, not holding back animalistic shouts. He let my cum coat his stomach, the rush of heated liquid slide down his chest over his pale, slender body. And Jimmy screamed out my name at his rush of ecstasy steaming through him, distorting his rose colored face and twisting his body, then finally falling into me. “Holy shit” I panted into his neck.

“God damned, Johnny” He whispered back to me.

The thud our body’s crashing together on the moisture covered counter made the empty shot glasses rattle together lightly, and the table top shake. All movement had ceased, and we lay there together, on top of each other, panting heavily into one another’s neck. Nothing in the bar stirred as the sun came through the drawn drapes, accept for Zacky yawning and turning over in his sleep. My eyes darted over to him in panic; he seemed content, with his hair ruffled up and head buried in his tattooed arms. Instead my eyes met Matt’s opening silver eyes. My fears had bothered to come true. Matt jerked awake. His hat was off and his eyeliner was smudged. His usual morning greeting consisted of wondering where all the alcohol went, but today the first thing he yelled was “Oh what the FUCK, you guys!”