27 Homophobia is a social disease

This time Richie walked beside Jon. He smiled when Jon put his arm through his, making them walk arm in arm.

Because they were walking side by side, Jon almost ran into the door when they walked through. Richie chuckled at him and walked through more careful, keeping their arms linked.

They met the host of the restaurant, who completely ignored them.

"For two please." Richie said, already getting annoyed with the host.
But the host refused to pay any attention to them.
Richie frowned, tensing. "Excuse me?"
The host simply pointed at a partly hidden sign. "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."
Richie read the sign and frowned even more, getting angry. "We've eaten here before. Often for that matter." He felt Jon pull his arm away and tightened his grip on him, accidentally squishing his arms, he was making a point.
"And this time you're not coming in."
"And who says we’re gay? Who says just because we have linked arms means that? If you even knew who the hell we were you’d know we’re best friends."
"Nobody said that, we're just not waiting on you today. Please leave before I have to call security." The host said calmly.
"How about you call your manager then? You have no reason not to serve us."
"I am the manager."
"Then you would know who I am. You're not the managar." Richie said.
"Restaurant’s been under new ownership for three weeks."
"This is bullshit. I do hope you know that I hold a good amount of sway around here. I can ruin you." Richie threatened, still holding his grip tight on Jon's arm.
"I don’t have the farthest clue to who you are. That classifies as threats, you better leave before I really have to call security."
"Don’t worry, we won’t be coming back here if you’re going to be an asshole and refuse to serve us for no damn reason."
"Don’t run into the door this time, sir." The host smiled at Jon.
In reaction, Richie flipped him off and left in a huff.

In their hurry Jon ran into the door again. This time he lost hold of Richie's arm as they walked out. Richie was angry and storming through the parking lot, very pissed off. Jon simply followed him, kinda dazed and confused.

Jon waited for him to calm down as Richie was mutterning profanities and working out his anger.

Once he was done, Richie got into the car and slammed the door more than necessary and waited for Jon to get in.

Jon opened the door but didn't get in yet.

"Can you wait a minute before you leave?"
Richie took a deep breath. "I wasn’t going to leave without you if that’s what you’re worried about."
"I wasn't. Just want you to wait a minute." Jon got into the car, reached over and held his arms out.
Richie leaned over and hugged him.
Jon hugged him tight, making him calm down.
"Thank you." Richie said once he had calmed down some more.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault that guy's an asshole."
"No, but it's my fault we were walking arm in arm." Jon pointed out, remembering he was the ones that had started that action.
"That shouldn’t have mattered. We’ve eaten here how often? Why should we be not allowed now?" Richie asked annoyed.
"I know, it's not fair."
"Homophobic asshole. Should blacklist him."
"Nobody's stopping you from that." Jon rubbed his hand over Richie's back.
"Good. Because it'll happen." After a few more minutes of calming down, he added, "I'm sorry."
"For what? Not your fault." Jon said.
"I brought you here when we could’ve just stayed for catering. Might not be as good as this place, but it wouldn’t have resulted in this." He sighed and pulled out of the hug, upset with himself.
"You didn’t know that would happen."
"Still, it’s still on me." Richie sat back in his seat and looked down. "Guess I’m just good at messing this up aren’t I?"
"No." Jon said resolutely.
"Sure seems like it."
"No you're not."
"Feels like it." Richie still didn't look up.
"Well, you're not, come here." Jon urged him again.
Richie looked over at him but didn't move. "Sure it's not?"
"Sure. Come here." He urged again.

Richie leaned over sideways into Jon who hugged him again.

"Wanna do something bad for revenge?" Jon whispered.
Richie rested his head on Jon's shoulder. "I'm already planning blackmail."
"I was kinda thinking something else."
"Like what?" Richie asked confused.
"I don’t know, cause he was so quick in assuming we were gay, maybe we should." Jon shrugged.
"Should what?" Richie asked even more confused than before.
"Ugh get the hint. do something gay." Jon said slightly annoyed Richie didn't understand what he was trying to suggest.
"Would be more in their face if it was out in the open, but paparazzi are known for being in the area."
"Not in the parking lot but you could drive like behind the restaurant and we can get in the back seat."
"We could." Richie agreed.
"Let's dot hat and then we'll go from there."
"Sounds good to me." Richie started the car and drove to the back of the restaurant where employees cars were parked.

Jon waited for him to park and dumbly climbed over the seats to get to the back seat, Richie followed him suit and moved over him.

"That went easy, now come here." Jon said.

Richie settled on top of him and started kissing him. Soon enough the kiss turned more passionate and they both loved every second of it.

Trying to make it clear that he wanted more, Jon tried to grind himself against Richie above him. Richie understood very quickly and grineded hard against him, groaning. He almost hoped that the host of the restaurant would find them there.

He kissed Jon deeped and moved his hand under Jon's shirt. Jon was doing the same, pulling at Richie's shirt but it was stuck and bunched up by his shoulder.

Regretfully, Richie sat up and pulled his shirt off, then pulled Jon's off too. Once they were both shirtless, he got back in position and kept grinding himself against Jon, trying to find more friction with every move. He could feel Jon's hand all over his chest and groaned even more, wanting more.

He snaked a hand between them, getting to Jon's pants and started undoing them but Jon stopped him. Richie stopped and looked down at him questioningly.

"Not here, what if someone sees us?" Jon asked, worried.
"Later then. Don't want arrested for public indecency when you have work to do."
"Exactly."
"And we still have to eat too." Richie pointed out, not exactly fancying jail food.

He grinded harder against Jon and crushed their mouths together once again.

The continues grinding made Jon very hard and very close to orgasm.

A few more grinding motions and minutes later, he made a mess inside his jeans. In his blissful moment he knew Richie had done exactly the same thing.

Jon laid there, regaining composure of himself, breathing heavily as Richie still laid over him and kissed his shoulder.

After a few tries, Jon was able to catch his lips in a kiss.

"Big mess. " Jon said when they pulled apart once again.
"It is, isn't it?"
"We should find a place to clean up." Jon thought out loud.
"Probably."
"Back to my dressing room? Get catering? I need to start getting ready soon."