The supermarket’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting cold reflections against the polished floor. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat simmering between them.
Cole had finished his shift, but he wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
Because he was here again.
The man with the blue bandana—the one who had been showing up at the same time for the past few nights, lingering near the produce section, always stealing glances in his direction. The kind of glances that said everything without saying a word.
Tonight, Cole was done playing subtle.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he stretched his arms above his head, making his tight uniform shirt ride up, revealing the sculpted ridges of his abs, the dusting of hair leading down beneath his joggers. He knew the guy was watching.
And he loved it.
But tonight, he was going to take it further.
He turned, making deliberate, slow strides toward the back of the store, toward the dimly lit stockroom—where the security cameras barely reached, and where the air was thick with something far more dangerous than the scent of cardboard and stored goods.
He didn’t need to turn around. He heard the footsteps following.
By the time he stepped into the storage area, the door clicked shut behind him.
And then, he was shoved against the metal shelves.
Cole barely had time to smirk before strong hands gripped his hips, pinning him against the cold metal, a hard body pressing flush against his.
A husky breath against his ear.
— “You’ve been teasing me all week.”
Cole licked his lips, his smirk widening. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”
The answer came in the form of a mouth crashing against his, rough and impatient.
And just like that, the game was over.
They devoured each other, tongues clashing, hands gripping, pulling, claiming.
Cole felt the bandana man’s fingers slide under the elastic waistband of his joggers, tugging them down just enough. His cock was already aching, pressed between their bodies. The heat of the other man’s palm wrapping around it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him.
Fuck. They weren’t stopping now.
Cole exhaled heavily, grabbing the man by his belt, yanking it open in one quick motion. His fingers wrapped around hard, burning heat, making the other man groan against his mouth.
— “Fuck, Cole…”
Cole loved that sound.
And he was about to get a lot more of it.
Without another word, he dropped to his knees.
The stockroom air was thick with heat, their breaths heavy, their bodies pulsing with raw anticipation.
Cole, now on his knees, looked up at the man in the blue bandana. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his belt undone, jeans slightly lowered, his cock hard, swollen, and demanding attention.
Cole licked his lips, his fingers gripping the other man’s thighs as he leaned in, teasing, drawing out the moment.
— “Nervous?” he murmured, his breath hot against sensitive skin.
The bandana man exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the metal shelf behind him for support.
— “Fuck no.”
Cole smirked.
Then, without hesitation, he took him in.
The first slick stroke of his tongue made the other man shudder violently, his hips jerking involuntarily.
— “Shit—”
Cole set the pace immediately, slow at first, teasing, his lips wrapping tight, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking more, inch by inch.
The man groaned deep in his throat, his fingers instinctively tangling in Cole’s thick hair.
Cole wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to make him squirm, to feel every single movement, every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his lips.
And it worked.
The bandana man’s body tensed under his touch, his thighs shaking slightly as Cole sucked him deeper, his own cock throbbing from the sheer heat of the moment.
He moaned around him, the vibration making the other man curse under his breath.
— “Fuck, Cole—shit—”
Cole knew exactly what he was doing. He controlled the rhythm, the depth, the intensity.
And just when the other man started to lose himself completely—
He pulled away.
A slick pop echoed through the small stockroom as Cole released him, smirking up at him like a devil.
The bandana man looked wrecked.
— “What the fuck—?” he rasped, his body shaking, so close, yet completely denied.
Cole wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning.
— “Not so fast, cowboy.”
He stood up, towering over him, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look up.
— “I’m not done playing with you.”
The bandana man’s breath was ragged, his entire body tense with need, his cock still aching, dripping after Cole had cruelly left him hanging.
His jaw clenched, his eyes dark with frustration and raw hunger.
Cole smirked.
He loved seeing him like this. Desperate. Hungry. Begging without words.
But he wanted more.
He needed to feel him shake.
Without warning, Cole spun him around and pressed him against the shelves, his broad chest flush against his back, his mouth grazing the nape of his neck.
— “You wanna come that bad?” Cole murmured, his voice thick with dominance.
The other man exhaled sharply, his knuckles white from gripping the metal racks.
— “Fuck yes.”
Cole’s hands slid down his sides, slow and deliberate. His fingers traced the firm muscles of his lower back, then lower, gripping his ass firmly, spreading him apart just enough.
The air in the stockroom suddenly felt even hotter.
Cole licked his lips, taking in the perfect, exposed view before him.
He reached down, his fingers teasing, testing his readiness.
A deep, shuddering gasp escaped the other man’s lips. He pushed back against Cole’s hand instinctively, silently pleading.
— “Goddamn, you’re already so fucking ready for me.”
Cole didn’t waste time.
With one hand gripping the other man’s hip, the other guiding himself to where they both needed him to be, he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
— “Better hold onto that shelf, cowboy.”
And then he pushed in.
A strangled moan ripped from the bandana man’s throat, his body stretching, taking Cole in inch by inch.
Cole exhaled harshly through gritted teeth. Fuck, he was tight.
— “Shit,” he groaned, adjusting his grip.
He pulled back slightly, then pushed in deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
The other man’s body shuddered against him, his forehead dropping to the metal shelf in front of him.
Cole stayed still for a second, just feeling him, just enjoying the way his body clenched around him.
Then he started moving.
Slow at first. Deep. Controlled.
The bandana man’s breath was ragged, his entire body tense with need, his cock still aching, dripping after Cole had cruelly left him hanging.
His jaw clenched, his eyes dark with frustration and raw hunger.
Cole smirked.
He loved seeing him like this. Desperate. Hungry. Begging without words.
But he wanted more.
He needed to feel him shake.
Without warning, Cole spun him around and pressed him against the shelves, his broad chest flush against his back, his mouth grazing the nape of his neck.
— “You wanna come that bad?” Cole murmured, his voice thick with dominance.
The other man exhaled sharply, his knuckles white from gripping the metal racks.
— “Fuck yes.”
Cole’s hands slid down his sides, slow and deliberate. His fingers traced the firm muscles of his lower back, then lower, gripping his ass firmly, spreading him apart just enough.
The air in the stockroom suddenly felt even hotter.
— “Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” Cole growled against his ear.
The other man moaned in response, his fingers gripping the shelf so hard his knuckles turned white.
Cole was ruthless now, thrusting into him with raw, unfiltered hunger.
He could feel him getting closer, his body tightening around him, his moans turning into desperate, needy whimpers.
Cole fucking loved it.
— “Don’t hold back,” he ordered, biting down on his shoulder. “Let me hear you.”
And then he reached around, gripping his cock, stroking him in sync with his relentless thrusts.
That was it.
The bandana man’s entire body convulsed, his moan muffled against his own forearm as he came violently, his body shuddering, milking Cole deep inside him.
Cole groaned, his grip tightening, his own release barreling toward him like a freight train.
— “Fuck, fuck—”
With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and came hard, spilling inside him, filling him, his entire body tensing as pleasure crashed over him.
His forehead dropped to the other man’s shoulder, their bodies still connected, their breath still hot, heavy, spent.
For a few moments, neither of them moved.
Then, Cole finally pulled back, smirking at the way the bandana man’s legs nearly gave out beneath him.
He gave his ass a sharp smack, grinning when the other man let out a breathless chuckle.
— “You’re a fucking menace,” the bandana man muttered, still catching his breath.
Cole simply reached for the forgotten pot of dessert on the shelf, placing it into the other man’s hands.
— “Here. A little something sweet for next time.”
The other man let out a short laugh, shaking his head.
— “You’re an arrogant bastard, Cole.”
Cole only grinned, pulling up his joggers and walking back out into the supermarket as if nothing had happened.
Because he knew.
This wouldn’t be the last time.
