Jack saunters off to the couch, plunking down. “How bout bringing me a brewsky, lil dude.” He grins, chuckling. “You can keep the tank filled for the rest of the night.” His grin turns to a smirk as he gives his ample gut a slap.
You roll your eyes but give a sheepish little grin. “Fine, whatever.” You crack open the mini fridge, grabbing a bottle....then figure you should make it two. Jack isn’t really the type to take it slow.
As you walk over to hand Jack the first beer, he stares at you, unresponsively. You look at him in confusion until he pats the seat next to him, opening his mouth.
Rolling your eyes, you take a seat, bringing the bottle to Jack’s lips as he takes a swig. Without warning, Jack throws an arm around your shoulders, yanking you against him. Your cheek smooshes up against his pec...well let’s be honest, more of a moob in his case, as he playfully shakes you and holds you tight.
“Cmon beer boy chop chop, this belly ain’t gonna fill itself!” Jack opens wides again. Flushing a bit, you give him another swig, this time he opts to take half the bottle. Turning his head down towards you, he belches in your face. Loud. Chuckling and jostling you again as you grimace and squirm..
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