#also i keep giggling whenever i write about Phan being a sucker for Jackie in a waistcoat

[bookwormscififan]

Benefits of Owning A Bar

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A/N: The spicy PhantomHero POV of 'He Gives Me Fever'. Phantom's a sucker for Jackie in a waistcoat.

Warnings: Smut.

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“Why do I have to wear a waistcoat?” Jackie grumbled as he buttoned up his shirt, leaving the bathroom to see Phantom sitting on the bed in his signature waistcoat and button down.

“Because it’s jazz night at the bar, and I want all the barmen to look the part,” Phantom purred as he motioned for Jackie to come closer, sliding his hands up the smooth silk of his shirt. “And because I’m a sucker for a man in a waistcoat.”

Jackie shuddered as Phantom slipped his hands under the waistband of his slacks, squeezing his ass rhythmically as he nibbled on his chest where he’d stopped buttoning it up. Jackie’s trembling hands moved to Phantom’s shoulders, gently guiding him to move down as his hands slid around to undo his slacks.

“P-Phan,” Jackie gasped, knees buckling as Phantom nosed at him through his boxers. “Please…” his breath came out in a rush when Phantom hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down just enough to free his cock, kissing at the base before working his way up to the tip, gently suckling on it before taking him completely into his mouth.

Jackie bit his lip to muffle his moans as Phantom bobbed his head, hands gripping at his thighs hard enough to leave bruises. The hero’s fingers tangled in Phantom’s unbrushed hair, tugging slightly before he came, spilling down Phantom’s throat and whimpering as he swallowed every last drop.

Phantom pulled off slowly enough to make Jackie’s eyes roll back, licking at the tip of his sensitive cock before tucking him back into his boxers and doing up his slacks with falsely innocent eyes.

“Come on, we’ll be late,” he stated, slapping Jackie’s ass as he stood up, sending himself and Jackie to the office of the bar and helping him to button up his waistcoat.

Poking his head out of the office, Phantom smiled as he watched Mad speak softly to Mare before shuffling away, and with a wink tossed over his shoulder to Jackie, Phantom stepped outside to greet his brother.

“He let you sing, didn’t he?” he asked as sidled up behind Mare, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thanks for coming.” Mare’s response was curt but appealing, and Phantom chuckled before heading to the front door to open the bar and start the jazz night.

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Phantom couldn’t keep his hands off Jackie. Whether it was adjusting his shirt or messing with his hair, the waistcoat on the hero seemed to draw Phantom to it like a magnet. Even from the other side of the bar, his eyes always seemed to pick Jackie out from the crowd, focusing on the way the waistcoat cinched in his waist, sitting taught across his chest allowing him the glimpses of muscle Jackie had hidden beneath his shirt.

It was killing him to not be able to see those muscles.

“Phan?” Hooking his fingers into the opening of Jackie’s waistcoat, Phantom practically dragged him to the office, pushing him against the closing door and pressing their bodies together, hands grasping at every part of Jackie he could reach.

“You in this outfit is too hot,” Phantom breathed against Jackie’s neck, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat and tugging his shirt out of his slacks. “I can’t take my hands off of you,” he sang before slipping his hand into Jackie’s slacks, fishing out his cock and wrapping determined fingers around it.

“P-Phan…” Jackie groaned, holding Phantom close as his knees buckled, bucking into Phantom’s fist as he stroked him at alternating speeds, running his fingers through Jackie’s hair and making it a mess. “God, Phan…”

“Come on, Jackie,” Phantom purred against his neck, scraping his teeth along the skin just beneath his collar. “You know how you make me feel, show me what I do to you.” He grinned as Jackie stilled against him, muffling a moan as he came all over Phantom’s hand.

“T-The bar,” he stammered after catching his breath, whimpering as Phantom tucked him back into his slacks with a few choice kisses to his cheeks. “S-Someone needs to run it…” His cheeks were flushed, hair a mess as Phantom moved away from him, opening the door and waving him out, not bothering to fix his waistcoat.

Jackie saw Mare talking to the piano player on the stage, wiping down a few glasses as he glanced toward Mad’s seat. Connecting the dots, Jackie made his way to Mad, gently waking him up and directing him to the stage, catching Phantom’s eye in a silent message to give Mad some coffee.

He worked on the bar for a while, serving drinks to tired patrons and watching the crowds begin to part, before he decided to find Phantom. The barman was standing near the office door, watching Jackie like a predator watches prey, and before he could speak he was being pulled into the room once more.

Phantom’s hands were on him before he could process anything, just managing to lock the door before Phantom dragged him to the wingback armchair in the corner, pushing him to sit in it then sitting on his lap. Jackie’s hands gipped Phantom’s hips, rolling his eyes as Phantom ground down against him, and he pressed his thumbs into the dips of Phantom’s waist before sealing their lips together.

“Fuck, Jackie,” Phantom panted against Jackie’s lips, tapping impatient fingers against his chest. “You look so good, god, I want to ride you.” He groaned when Jackie’s grip tightened on his hips, reaching into his back pocket for a small pack of lube and tapping it against Jackie’s hand as he worked on the hero’s slacks.

Jackie sighed as Phantom got his slacks and boxers down far enough to free his cock, whining when Phantom climbed off his lap to remove his own clothes before settling back in his lap. He gently guided Jackie to press lubed fingers against his hole, chewing on his bottom lip as Jackie slowly pressed his fingers inside him.

“Yes, Jackie, just like that, good boy,” Phantom murmured, rocking back against Jackie’s hand as he slipped another finger in. “M-More, I need more, darling.” Grasping the back of Jackie’s head, he pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth as Jackie pressed another finger in, brushing against the spot that made him see stars before pulling his hand away.

“Ready?” Jackie asked against Phantom’s lips, holding his waist and lifting him just enough to line up. When Phantom nodded, he slowly lowered him down, swallowing his moans until he was fully seated. “How do you want this?”

“Don’t hold back,” Phantom replied, tangling his fingers in Jackie’s hair as the hero did just that, moving him like he was weightless, eagerly bucking into him and angling him to hit that perfect spot each time he brought Phantom down.

If anyone had walked past the office door at that moment, they’d think someone was getting murdered. Phantom’s voice cracked as he screamed his moans, Jackie’s name slipping past his lips every so often as he moved one hand down to press against his chest, feeling the muscles moving beneath the waistcoat.

“God, Jackie, you’re so good,” he babbled, dropping his head to Jackie’s shoulder, nosing away the collar of his shirt to run his lips over the skin. “You fill me so well, I’m so full of you!” With a particularly hard bite to Jackie’s neck, Phantom came against him, making a mess of his waistcoat. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he panted, wrapping his arms around Jackie’s shoulders and holding him close as Jackie continued to move him.

“Phan…” Jackie groaned as he came, fingers digging into Phantom’s hips to hold him still as he rode out his high, nuzzling into Phantom’s neck while he caught his breath. After a few beats, Phantom squirmed, signalling for Jackie to pull out and help him to his feet.

“Aw, I messed up your waistcoat,” Phantom mumbled, eyes on Jackie’s ruined garment as he pulled his clothes back on. “Still looks pretty damn hot, though,” he followed up with a smirk, meeting Jackie’s gaze with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“It’s almost closing time, anyway,” Jackie stated with a shrug, removing the waistcoat and setting it aside. “Should make sure the bar’s cleaned up.” He paused when Phantom grabbed his elbow, stopping his exit to pull him down into a passionate and messy kiss.

“The bar may be closing, but this night’s far from finished,” Phantom whispered against his lips, giving him one final peck before letting go of his elbow. “Go, make sure Mare hasn’t torn down the bar.”

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Jackie found Mad still sitting at the table, transfixed by Mare’s performance, so he sat beside him to watch the musician finish his song. Tapping his fingers along to the tune, he commented on Mare’s singing, smiling in amusement at Mad’s distracted response before making his exit, heading back to the bar to tidy up.

He watched Mare go to talk with Mad after his set, smiling at the scientist before rolling his eyes as Phantom approached them. Smirking when Mare left with Mad, Jackie waited for Phantom to return to the bar, leaning across the wood and waving a finger at his dishevelled appearance.

“You were saying about the night being far from finished?” He prompted, watching Phantom’s eyes go dark and laughing when he was pulled into a tight embrace, being sent home and immediately pushing Phantom into the bed.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, hero boy,” Phantom growled, clinging to Jackie when he leaned down to kiss him.

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