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The door to the bathroom opened with a loud clang before shutting with a weirdly quiet click. March's eyebrows knit together at the shoes in front of his stall. He's seen them a few days ago. His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on his stall and the man outside started talking before he could come to a conclusion.
"March. Jack Healy. Don't get upset, I'm not here to hurt you." He didn't buy that for a second, fear slinking down his spine as he stared at the closed door. "I just wanna ask you a question."
Yeah, nope.
His brain barely caught up with his body and suddenly the door was slammed open by his foot, a gun angled awkwardly at the man standing just outside. Healy raised a hand carefully, taking a step back and March felt a small ounce of satisfaction at making him back up.
"Hey, no."
"How stupid do you think I am? I got a license to carry, motherfucker. Ever since your little visit the other day, this little baby's gonna stay right here."
March made the stupid mistake of taking his hand from the door, which in result starting closing. He then started making an utter fool out of himself, trying to simultaneously keep the door open, keep the gun pointed at Healy and keep his cigarette stuck between his lips.
And he wasn't doing a very good job at it. His cigarette fell to the ground, almost landing in his underwear. All while Healy kept his heavy gaze on him. It made embarrassment burn hot underneath his skin. He was practically half naked in front of some random man, who, by the way, had beaten him up and broken his arm a few days prior - leaving March with thoughts he'd rather not address. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped his face wasn't heating up.
Next thing March decided to do was stand up, miserably failing to pull his pants up and almost losing the magazine covering his private parts a few times. Healy really should avert his eyes but something about watching the younger man struggle with embarrassment burning on his face made heat flare up in him. And he really should've hated it.
His gaze was stuck to the magazine, how high up March held it to cover himself now. He must have a small cock.
"Look away." Healy raised his gaze to meet March's eyes before turning around with half a shrug. Not being able to stop himself, his eyes traveled back down in the mirror to the magazine covering the other mans crotch. The mirror was dirty and the magazine was still held up half haphazardly with March's broken arm. He really should be able to see his dick. Stop thinking about this guys dick, Healy. Damn it.
"You know there's a mirror here, right?"
March's heart sank. Fuck. He did not need this guy to see his glaring lack of a dick. Why was he even looking? Pervert.
"Close your eyes." His voice had a slight waver to it, as did his hand when March pointed the gun at Healy's back again.
Once he saw the older man close his eyes, he tried to pull his pants back up, still clinging to the stupid magazine. After a few curses fell from his lips, he finally gave up. The humiliating feeling that had clawed its way underneath his skin as well as the thrill that came with it were stubbornly ignored. He really didn't want to find out he apparently had a humiliation kink now.
"Forget it. You know what? Turn around." March really paid attention to make sure the magazine was properly covering him now. He's not risking it.
"Can I open my eyes?" Healy's voice was low and way too fucking calm for March's taste, like he wasn't humiliating him in public right now. He swallowed, "Yeah, open your eyes."
When Healy turned back around, his gaze momentarily fell to March still holding that damn magazine over his crotch. It was ridiculous, really. And embarrassing to witness. And yet and a tingle licked up Healys spine. Nope. Absolutely not. He looked back up to make eye contact with March, seems the guy was none the wiser to Healys staring problem.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to find Amelia."
March thought he didn't hear him right. Maybe the blood rushing in his ears made him mishear. He blinked a few times.
"Huh?"
Healy's eyebrows drew together. His eye twitched slightly in annoyance, unconsciously taking a step towards the stall March was still standing in. March barely registered him coming closer, still holding the door open with his knee and the gun aimed at Healy.
"Are you hard of hearing or are you just playing dumb?"
He already showed too much patience and mercy to this moron in front of him and now he wants to act a fool? Healy took two more steps towards the other man, undeterred by the gun still shaking in his hand. He felt satisfaction at the way March shrunk in on himself and stumbled backwards a little, the door to the stall threatening to fall shut.
Healy put a heavy hand on the wood of the door and slammed it back open, making March flinch and fall back onto the toilet seat. The gun was barely pointed at him anymore before March realized and straightened out his arm again.
"F-fuck off. I just wasn't sure I heard you correctly." He felt small. And hot all over. And he desperately tried to ignore the sudden realization that the other man was towering over him in a way that was nice. He clung onto his last shred of dignity, which might as well be the magazine still covering his lap.
"Then I'll make sure you hear correctly, March."
Heat blossomed in his gut. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Healy bowed his back a little, lowering himself to eye level with March and crowding him further back, the pipe behind him digging uncomfortably into his back. He was fully focused on intimidating the other man, he was going to get him to do what he asked.
And if March subconsciously spread his legs a little wider to accommodate Healys larger frame, no he didn't.
"Now, I hope you'll listen because I'd really hate to have to break your other arm." Healy's eyes slid down to March's unbroken arm, the gun was practically pressed against Healy's chest now. It took March a moment to realize what the older man had said and he just about yanked his hand towards his own chest. He'd like to keep that one in tact. How else was he supposed to use it for perfectly innocent activities later?
March swallowed thickly. He needed to get his mind out of whichever deep and dark parts it went to. He did not find the man in front of him hot. He did not like how he towered over him. And he most definitely did not think about those broad hands on his body.
"Earth to March. Did you hear me?" Healy's voice cut gruffly through his thoughts and he realized he was sweaty and surely flushed in the face at this point. Fuck this stupidly handsome man and fuck his stupidly horny brain.
Healy's expression bordering on angry quickly melted into one of confusion, shock flashing in his eyes. March felt his heart drop for a second time today. Had he said that out loud? Before he could beat himself up about it and fear getting beat up for a second time by the bruiser in front of him, the stall door slammed shut. Healy had shut the stall door. The click of the lock made the hair on March's neck stand up, his pulse going haywire.
The paper of the magazine crinkled under March's fingers. He was painfully aware of how caged in he was and yet he made a move to get up. "Nope. No, scratch that. I didn't say anything, you should get your ears checked. I don't know what you think you-" he was interrupted by a rough hand yanking the gun from his own. It clattered to the ground and March glanced down towards it. Yeah he was fucked.
"What did you say?" Healy knew what he heard. It was mumbled, almost like March hadn't even meant to say it but he heard it nonetheless. And he really tried to hate the way it made him feel. He liked the thought of March finding him attractive, liked the look of him cowering half crouched and still clinging onto the magazine. He really has to drop it at some point. Maybe he could humiliate the other man some more, reduce him to a shaky, dumb mess.
March felt like an idiot. He squirmed underneath Healy's gaze, it's like the other man wanted to rip him to pieces. Whether that was a good or a bad thing, March couldn't decide. He glanced back up from the gun on the floor and made eye contact with Healy, that was a mistake. The way the older man was looking at him made something hot and heavy settle in his gut.
"I- I didn't say anything. I already told you, get your ears checked or something…" March waved his unbroken hand dismissively, he needed to regain some control over the situation. He was never good at that though. He couldn't exactly squeeze past Healy and out of the stall because he essentially took up the entire space in front of the door. His gun was too far out of his reach and he couldn't grab it even if he wanted to, given that he still had to keep the magazine in place.
"Do you think you could, like, get outta the way? Or something? You're kinda harassing me over here." With that he made an attempt to stand up straighter, he was taller than Healy after all, what he didn't expect was for Healy to raise his arm and curl one of his hands in a fist. Oh shit. March quickly raised his arms to shield his face, shrinking back in on himself and waiting for the hit. Which didn't come. The crinkle of paper landing on the floor was deafening.
Oh fuck.
March was shaking. He kept his arms raised, shielding his face. He didn't want to see the look on Healy's face. This was humiliating. What finally made March lower his arms to peer over them was a snort coming from the other man. March's eyebrows furrowed, what the fuck was he laughing at? March saw that Healy was looking down at his crotch and embarrassment washed hot over him. But the other man looked like he was trying desperately to keep from laughing - and failing.
March was embarrassed and offended.
"What the fuck are you laughing at, asshole?" He covered his embarrassment with anger. His arms were hovering in front of his chest as he tried to forget how exposed he was right now. Healy let out a puff of air, something akin to a chuckle. He hadn't expected this.
"Well I get why you were so adamant about hiding, it's really not all that impressive, huh?" This time he let out a proper chuckle, his gaze dragging back up to meet March's wild eyes. His face has taken on a red hue and his hair was plastered to his forehead. An offended gasp left the other mans lips.
"How would you know? Huh? Have you tried before or something?" His teeth clacked together with the force he used to shut his mouth. He really had to learn to think before speaking. It looked like March went through the five stages of grief trying to come up with more to say. "I mean, not to assume. Why would you have tried before. Not that we've met - not with, not with me, I mean. Definitely not with me." He stumbled awkwardly over his words, ranting himself into a loop of increasingly more embarrassing things to say. Healy watched in amusement, the heat licking up his spine made this whole ordeal a whole lot more tolerable than he would normally endure. He's turned this guy into a babbling mess and he hasn't even done anything apart from standing here.
"You know what, maybe I should try." He interrupted March's constant stream of words, his voice was low, gruff. It had the desired effect, a dumb "Wha-" and then the younger mans mouth clamped shut, eyes wide. March's brain felt empty, staring stupidly up at Healy from his still cowering position. All the blood seemed to seep from his brain down into his dick. The cold air against his crotch made it very much apparent that he was wet.
Healy stepped closer to March again, making him back up, as much as he could with the toilet behind his calves. He was close enough now for March to feel his hot breath on his own face. March almost forgot he was still half naked, and then Healy's hands landed on his waist, fingers slipping underneath his shirt. Next thing Healy had the misfortune of witnessing, was March pursing his lips and closing his eyes, like he's never kissed anyone before and he had the sudden urge to sock him in the face.
"Do you know how to do anything?" Healy grumbled out, raising a hand to roughly grab at March's face. The other man blinked his eyes back open, mouth already opening in protest at the backhanded insult before it died in his throat, a choked off gasp slipping out when Healy's mouth landed on his own. It took March a second to let his brain catch up, his hand fisting in Healy's shirt as he started to kiss the older man back. Their lips slid wetly against each other and March came to the embarrassing conclusion that this was doing something for him.
March tugged on Healy's shirt, wanting the other man closer while their mouths were busy. A hand found it's way into March's hair, another one slipped to his lower back and he was pulled flush against the bigger man. A high pitched whine sounded from March's throat when his cunt made contact with the front of Healy's crotch, the fact that he could feel the other mans hard dick made him lightheaded with want.
Without thinking, March started rolling his hips against Healy's, the rough drag of the others jeans was delicious. He was barely kissing Healy anymore, merely mouthing at the others lips with noises he tried to keep down spilling from his own. Healy's eyes were open, he pulled his head back slightly, chuckling at the low whine the younger man made as he tried to chase his lips. His heavy gaze was resting on March's face and a barely stifled groan made its way past his lips when the blonde opened his eyes, glassy and almost cross-eyed. His hips didn't still until Healy dug his fingers back into the meat of them.
"H-Hey, why'd you-" March started to protest, a simple shake of Healy's head made him shut up. Interesting. It didn't stop March from trying to roll his hips forward again, though. They didn't budge, fuck Healy had a strong grip. "Please..-" the broken plea fell from March's lips before he could stop himself. A flush rose to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"Do you want this?" March painted a pretty picture like this, flushed, hips twitching and a swirl of lust and confusion in his eyes.
"Do I- Do I want this? Hello? Did your eyes fall out? Do I want this…" he trailed off, glancing down between them, at the way his crotch was still pressed to Healy's and he almost choked at the sight. "Do I fucking want this, he asks, of course I want this! Take one good look at me right now, man, you don't even know how wet I am.. Jesus Christ-" Healy took a deep breath, the amount of times the man opposite him made him want to drive his fist into his nose was astounding, really. Before he knew it, his mind was hung up on one thing the blonde said. Wet.
Healy pushed the blonde away from himself a little as he kept rambling, so caught up in it that he didn't realize Healy was moving until fingers slid against his slick folds.
"Jesus!" A high pitched gasp sounded from March's lips, cutting off his incessant talking. A hand gripped around Healy's wrist, more of a subconscious thing than to try and drag it away. March's thighs quivered. A low huff from Healy. He could feel how wet March was and it made his dick throb in his pants. He wiggled his arm a little, testing March's grip on his wrist, who's fallen quiet - finally -, eyes trained down where Healy's hand disappeared between his legs. Heat bloomed from where March gripped the older man's wrist.
Healy was almost amused. Almost. He flattened his hand, palm rubbing up against March's clit in the process, tearing a whine from the blondes throat. He quickly tried to hide, his head snapping to the side while his face buried into the cast on his left arm.
"What? Cat got your tongue? No dumb words left to say?" Healy spread his fingers, gathering the slick before inching them towards March's hole. The heated look that was thrown Healy's direction lacked any real anger, March's eyes looked foggy - pupil's dilated and leaving almost no blue. His head raised slightly from the cast, elbow propped up against the wall next to him. The complaints that were about to fall from his lips died in his throat, a surprised moan taking their place instead. Healy had dipped a finger into him. It slid in easily, Healy's palm dragging over him as he pushed it in deeper. Nails dug into the older man's wrist in desperation. "Fuuh- fuck..-" March's curse trailed off into a whimper, god he hasn't been touched like this in years.
Healy pulled his finger back and then pushed two inside. He swallowed at the wet squelch, at how easy his fingers slid back in. "God, you're soaked," his voice was raspy, fingers starting to pump in and out of March now, the younger man clinging to his arm like a lifeline. He must be really sensitive. March's body clenched down on the fingers inside of him, face pressed into his cast again in an effort to muffle the noises being coaxed from him. His hips stuttered, trying to grind against Healy's palm and fuck himself on his fingers at the same time. Healy grabbed a handful of the blondes hair with his free hand, tugging at it to lift his face from the cast, and then rough lips met his own.
March kissed much like he seemed to do everything else, desperately and clumsily. His wet lips slid against Healy's messily, his teeth snagging on the other man's lower lip and tongue darting out to lick where he bit. Healy groaned into the kiss, unceremoniously pushing his tongue into March's mouth, hoping it would keep him from practically nibbling on his lips. After a short while, Healy pulled his hand from March, interrupting his protesting whine with a harder press of his mouth. And then three fingers pressed into him, the stretch had a slight burn to it which pulled a porno worthy moan from March's mouth.
"Damn it, can you keep quiet? Or do you want everyone to hear that you're getting fucked in a bowling alley's bathroom?" March's hips bucked against Healy's hand at the words, a long whine clawing its way from his chest. Healy blinked at him for a moment, his hand stilling with his fingers shoved as deep as they can go. "Holy shit. You wouldn't mind others hearing, huh? Fuck, who knew you were such a slut."
March pressed his lips together, eyes squeezed shut, "S-shut- hah.. up!" His hips were still idly rutting against Healy's hand. He was practically fucking himself on his fingers. Healy took a moment to just take the younger man in. His skin was glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead and thighs shaking slightly from the awkward position he was in. March's fingers were still digging crescents into Healy's wrist, his other hand hanging limply in the air. The sight made Healy notice how painfully hard he was at this point, his jeans too tight.
If someone had told Healy this morning he'd end up in a bathroom stall with another man, his fingers buried in his tight, slick heat, he would've knocked them unconscious. He pulled his fingers from March, wiping them on his wife beater which earned him an offended "Hey!" that sounded more like a petulant grumble at the lack of fingers in his cunt, clenching around nothing.
Healy made swift work of his pants, pushing them down to his thighs, underwear following suit. With no time to waste, he spat into his hand- exhaling through his nose and eyes slipping shut for a moment as he wrapped a hand around his length, his saliva easing the drag when he gave himself a few tugs.
"Oh my god," the high pitched voice from the other man made Healy reopen his eyes to glance over, meeting his eyes,- except March was staring down at Healy's dick, eyes wide and jaw slack, "how is that supposed to fit in me?!"
Healy let out an amused snort. "What, you scared?", he teased - and yet his hand slipped to March's hip, his thumb rubbing small circles on it. March didn't want to admit it, he was a little nervous, he hasn't had sex in years. But, god, if his mouth wasn't salivating at the thought of the other mans cock inside of him. "Fuck you, okay! Why would I be scared.. just- jesus, I want it so bad, please…-" , his affronted tone shifted to pleading.
Healy let out a hum, tightening his grip on March's hip and pulling him closer. "C'mon then..", March wanted to spread his legs further, cursing at his pants hanging around his ankles. He kicked his leg, trying to get at least one of them out of his pants and almost fell over in the process. Healy had to steady him with both of his hands, the urge to yet again punch the guy bubbling up. Eventually March got one of his legs out of the pant leg and gave Healy a proud grin, met with a deadpan expression from the older man. "Unbelievable.."
Healy's patience was growing thin. He grabbed at March's thigh, spreading his legs and stepping close enough so he could position himself at his entrance. He leveled the other man with a heavy gaze, "last chance to back out." March's eyes were cast down, licking his lips at the thought of what's about to come. He waved off Healy's comment, instead choosing to lower his hips, grinding over the head of Healy's dick. The action caused both of them to moan. March slammed his broken arm against the wall, forgetting that it was broken in the first place and let out a sharp gasp as his knees buckled. Healy grit his teeth. He hated this guy. Fuck this.
Ignoring March's curses as he held his broken arm to his own chest, Healy gripped him by the waist with both hands before finally pushing into him. "Ahh- fuuuck..", his head fell forward against March's shoulder. The blondes mouth was hanging open. His breath caught in his lungs when Healy pressed deeper. Once Healy bottomed out, a shaky breath left his lips and March's mouth started working again. "Oh my god, oh my god- oh jesus fucking christ. Shit, nh- you're- you're so big!", the last words were almost squeaked.
Healy huffed a laugh against March's shoulder. His fingers twitched against the other's skin, wanting to give him a moment to get used to the stretch. Except March couldn't keep still. His hips were twitching, grinding down against Healy's with a low groan. Healy pulled his head back to look at March, the younger man had started badly fucking himself on Healy's dick. His hips stuttering up and down messily. Healy could barely hold himself back from taking over but he wanted to watch the blonde work himself on his cock for a bit.
March was noisy. He was barely moving on Healy's length and yet small moans were falling from his lips. "Fuck- oh god. Can you- ah.. are you too old to fuck properly, or something? Do I gotta do ah- all the work," his unfocused eyes tried desperately to look annoyed. But his hips didn't still and Healy's grip tightened on them. "Do you ever shut up?" The growled out words were punctuated by a harsh thrust from Healy. A surprised, high-pitched moan his reward. March's hands were clinging to Healy's shoulders. The cast must be uncomfortable, Healy thought with a twinge of guilt. He shook his head, no reason to linger on that right now. Healy pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, relishing the noises he was pulling from the younger man.
"Just need a dick fucking into you to shut you up, huh?" Healy settled on a rough rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet squelches pulled a groan from his chest. "S-shut up.. shit- you- you have no right.. ah.. you just- you can't just- jesus.. fuck-" March tried to form a proper sentence but the drag of Healy's dick against his walls made that near impossible. Healy let out a breathy chuckle, his grip on March's hips was surely going to leave bruises for the blonde to discover later, reminding him of what happened. The thought of March seeing the bruises and remembering how deliciously Healy's dick stretched him made Healy dizzy. All March could do was dig his fingertips into Healy's jacket, crunching it between his fingers. His head was hanging back, mouth slack with all sorts of noises spilling from him. Every once in a while his cunt clenched down on Healy's dick, sending a shudder through both of them.
Healy was distantly aware of how loud March was being, he was sure whoever was out in the hall could hear him. He couldn't bring himself to care, not with how good he was feeling. He angled his hips a little different and drove back into the younger man. A strained whiny moan and a hand pushing at his shoulder were the result. "R-right there! Fuck, please- please, right there-" He couldn't decide whether he wanted to pull Healy closer or keep him at a distance. Thankfully Healy decided for him, one hand slid down March's exposed thigh and gripped at the back of it to pull it up a little. A groan slipped from Healy when said leg clumsily wrapped around his hip and he got to bury his dick just a fraction deeper into the welcoming heat.
The door to the bathroom slammed open. Healy froze and a whimper bubbled up in March's throat.
Oh shit.
Healy moved quickly, grabbing the back of March's other thigh to hoist him up and make him wrap his legs around his waist. The action made Healy's dick press just a little deeper and more noises threatened to spill from the younger man. Healy slapped a hand over his mouth with a hissed "Shut up!" March tried to stay quiet. He couldn't keep still though. His hips were grinding in a circle, down against Healy's. Fucking hell, the nerve of this guy. Healy couldn't keep March's hips still and his mouth covered so he let the blonde do as he pleased. The only issue was that it dragged low grunts from him. He hoped whoever entered the bathroom didn't pay much attention.
Healy rutted up into March, his resolve breaking with every little clench around his cock. As soon as he started moving again, March couldn't keep quiet anymore. His hand clamped tighter around the others mouth. He did not need March moaning like a whore with someone else in the bathroom. Healy's free hand slid to March's ass and grabbed a handful, his mouth latching onto the blondes throat. He trailed open mouthed kisses along the pale skin and then bit down, silencing his own groans. They spent the next few minutes just grinding against each other, occasional moans or grunts slipping from between their lips.
And then the bathroom door opened and closed with another loud clang. Healy practically ripped his hand from March's mouth- both hands now on his ass, he turned and slammed the blonde against the stall wall. A shriek sounded from the man above, trailing off into a loud moan when Healy properly started fucking him again, the rough rhythm back in place. March thunked his head back, moans and whimpers tumbling from him and it was all he could do with Healy driving into him again and again.
March felt heat coil tight in his abdomen, he knew his orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed Healy knew too, given how loud March was getting. He wrapped an arm around the younger man's waist and then there were fingers in March's mouth. A confused whine was all that came from his mouth, lips promptly wrapping around the digits and sucking. Healy almost came right then. The way March looked down at him, plush lips wrapped around his fingers, pupils blown wide and cheeks wet - had he been crying? - it sent a shiver down his spine. It was intoxicating.
"You're really loud," Healy dragged his fingers across March's tongue, his thrusts growing more shallow with less leverage. "It's like you want people to hear, huh? Want them to know you're getting fucked in a dirty bathroom? Like some cheap whore? Fuck..-" March whined, his legs tightening just slightly around Healy's waist. "What? You like that? Being talked down to? Should've known..," Healy hooked his fingers behind March's teeth, pushing his face to the side so he could have access to his throat. March tried to protest around Healy's fingers but whatever he said made no sense, drool ran down his chin and his head was deliciously empty.
March felt dizzy. His legs were starting to ache from being clamped down around the older man's waist and his face was wet all over. There were lips and teeth at his neck, probably leaving marks. Everything felt so good. His hips twitched and he clenched around the thick cock inside of him, the groan that came from Healy went straight to his core. He could hear the other man breathe filthy things against his neck, how tight he was, how beautiful he sounded and most importantly how well he was taking him. It was almost too much, he was so close. He just needed a little more. He mindlessly babbled around Healy's fingers, trying to let him know how close he was. The bathroom was filled with moans and grunts and whines, wet slapping of skin against skin. Healy shifted his hips, pushing deep into the pliant man under him and March came with a loud moan. He clamped down on Healy's dick, his hips bucking wildly against the other mans. When the moan teetered off into a whine, March's teeth were digging almost painfully into Healy's fingers.
Healy fucked March through his orgasm, a few thrusts that slowly lost their rhythm as he was fast approaching his own climax. March had tears running down his cheeks, overstimulation starting to settle in as he scrabbled at the other man's shoulders, wanting to push him away but instead pulling him closer. Healy bit down on the skin where neck met shoulder and buried himself as deep as he could before coming inside the blonde, an almost growled moan muffled against March's skin. He pulled his fingers free, wiping them on March's shirt and falling to his hip, resting there - almost gently.
His hips gave a few shallow thrusts, riding out his own orgasm. Healy pulled away from March's neck, taking a second to admire the bite mark he left, knowing that people would see unless the younger man did up his shirt all the way.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck…-" was the first coherent word March muttered after a minute or two, his chin was wet, his cheeks were wet, his crotch was wet. His head was slumped back against the wall, hips aching. This was the best fuck he's had in years. After a few deep breaths he started talking again. "Alright- alright, old man. Out. C'mon.. I'd like the ground back under my feet." Healy had admired how utterly ruined March looked, a slight furrow to his eyebrows and a beautiful flush across his face with wet lashes and hair sticking to his forehead more than before- and then the younger man opened his mouth to speak. Healy rolled his eyes, hands moving to grab at the back of March's thighs right underneath his ass and slowly lifted him off his cock, eliciting a hiss from him.
"I liked you better when you weren't talking." Healy let go of March's thighs once the other man was standing on his unsteady feet, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe himself down and tuck himself back into his pants. March scoffed. He glared at the other man and was about to retort when he felt cum dribble out of his hole. The insult died in his throat when he looked down, swallowing a whimper. Healy glanced over to March at the badly concealed sound he made, eyes trailing down his body and landing on the cum running down his thighs. His dick gave a weak twitch at the sight. Healy shook his head lightly before opening the stall door and squeezing out, wanting to wash his hands. March stared at the closed door like it had personally offended him.
"You're a real dick!" March shouted through at the other man while struggling to wipe himself clean, feeling sticky and sweaty and wet all over. Healy let out a huff, the quiet laughter barely reaching March's ears and he wished he could put a bullet through the older man's head. After he finally managed to pull his underwear and pants back up he bent down to retrieve his gun, putting it back in it's holster. Magazine forgotten on the floor, March opened the stall door to Healy leaning back against the sink, arms crossed in front of his chest. He scowled at him.
March went to wash his own hands, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Jesus Christ. He glanced over at Healy and the bastard had the gall to smile at him, almost smugly. March looked back into the mirror and his eyes landed on the marks on his collarbones. "Dude!" He pressed his fingers to the bite mark there, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling. "How am I supposed to go out looking like this? I look like I just- I- Jesus!" His voice raised several octaves.
"You look like you just got fucked in a bathroom stall and enjoyed it?" Healy's voice came from his right, he could hear the now definitely smug smile on his face. March felt heat rise to his cheeks, he quickly bent down to splash water on it to avoid Healy noticing. Once March had washed his face and hands, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look presentable. His shirt was buttoned all the way up, covering most of the bruises that Healy thankfully left low enough.
"Don't think this makes me like you." March shot yet another glare at the older man, it didn't phase Healy one bit.
"Likewise," he said instead, "let's go out, talk, about Amelia." Healy was already halfway to the door leading back out to the bowling alley. March was baffled, he hated how unfazed Healy seemed. With one last glance into the mirror to make sure he at least looked presentable, March followed Healy out of the bathroom.
Business first, wallowing in shame later. Preferably with a glass of alcohol in his hands.