[M] A Little Something Intere (1/2)
“Yeah? Great! I’ll see you then!”
Bang turned to me, beaming from ear to ear, “Did you hear that? She said yes! We’re going out tonight!” I flipped through my magazine trying my best to look disinterested, “Good for you, YongGuk. Congrats, bro.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and began skipping towards his bedroom. As soon as he was out of earshot, my internal dialogue became very much external. “Is he really giggling?! Stupid son of a bitch… Really? How could he reject me like this?!” I fumed.
That last bit wasn’t fair. How could he reject me when I wouldn’t even confess? He had to know I liked him though, right? Does he think that I’m just that nice to everyone? He doesn’t notice that when I cook, I take special care with his food? That I make sure he has extra towels at dance practice? Hell, I even stay up to make sure every one has settled in for the night, so he doesn’t have to do it… I just know confessing wouldn’t be worth it. YongGuk is straight. In fact, he showed me a picture of the girl he’s seeing tonight. I’m gay and even I had to say she was damned hot. Big eyes, full lips, big breasts, round ass, long legs, what more could you really ask for in a girl? What’s the fastest way for a gay guy to get his heart broken? Confessing to his straight best friend. This entire situation was pissing me off.
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It’s been four hours and I’m still pissed. YongGuk left for his date after forcing me to help him choose an outfit. JongUp and Zelo came and left to go play. Daehyun and Youngjae… well, judging by the knocking on the other side of my wall, they are here and keeping one another occupied for the time being. I stood up and contemplated my surroundings for moment. “Fuck this shit!” I kicked over the chair at my desk, grabbed my leather jacket and the mask from Warrior/Ta-Dah It’s B.A.P promotions and headed out of the dorm. The cold air filled my lungs, forcing out coughs, but failing to ease the fire in my chest. Thank god my friend got me on the list for this masquerade party. I usually hate shit like this, especially now that everyone knows my face, but it’s a masquerade theme and there’s an open bar. I can drink myself into oblivion and besides, everyone knows masquerades are just anonymous sex parties.
“Name?” the imposingly tall and stocky doorman asked. “Kim Himchan.” “Go on through… Name?” Inside the party it was dark and smoky. Lights spun and lasers bounced from the mirrored ceiling. I pulled up the hood on my sweatshirt and pulled my mask down. I scanned the crowd, for familiar figures, there were none. I let out a sigh of relief and moved over to the bar and sat down right in front of the bartender. “A shot of scotch…no a double… and a rum and coke.” The bartender looked at me quizzically, “Sir, our policy is to only provide one drink to a patron at a time.” I pulled off my jacket and looked at the man, “Listen, my life is a little fucked up right now. I’m just trying to unwind. I won’t tell if you won’t. Help a guy out.” He walked away and came back with two tall glasses for me. I downed my scotch in one shot and slid him 50 dollars. My throat burned and it tasted terrible. “Two more of those,” I croaked through the discomfort. I was going to punish myself tonight, so I’d learn to stop being so fucking stupid. I nursed my rum and coke for a while, spinning the brown liquid in the glass and focusing on the steadily shrinking ice cubes between sips. I could feel a warm flush spreading across my face. My body was feeling hot.
The bartender came back with my shots of scotch when he saw me guzzle down the last of my mixed drink. I gave him a nod as I tossed one of the shots back quickly. I reached for the second, but a hand beat me to it. I looked up to see a short boy sitting on the stool next to me, pouring my drink down his throat. Pulling my mask back down to cover my face, I yelled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” My words slurred together sloppily at the end. “I’m doing you a favor,” he turned to look at me. He wore a drama mask, his short, reddish-brown hair was styled messily atop his head. His black, sleeveless, mesh shirt clung to every curve of his torso and while I couldn’t see much else, I could tell that his leather pants were extremely tight. “Like anything you see?” the mysterious boy asked. I could see his smile gleam from beneath the mask. I scoffed, “Maybe. I’m more concerned about you repaying me for stealing my drink,” He laughed, “How about we make a deal? Let’s dance. If I can show you a good time, we’ll call it even. If not… I’ll make it up to you however you decide.” "My day has been pretty shitty. I might as well try to make it a little interesting,” I nodded and he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the middle of the crowded dance floor.
A hip hop song with heavy bass began blaring from the speakers. I could feel the beat in my chest as if it began to synchronize with my heart’s rhythm. The alcohol was beginning to hit me harder the more I danced and the world seemed to be moving faster than it was before. The lights were brighter, spinning faster and a little disorienting. The leather-clad man in front of me was snaking his hips, grinding his ass against my dick. I slid my hands down. I grabbed his left hip and caressed his abs with my right hand as I swayed behind him. The track changed to some techno-pop song, but I was in my own world with my sexy stranger. We danced to our own beat. He turned around to face me. “Shit, he could give JongUp a run for his money the way he’s dancing,” I thought as he continued his sensual dance in front of me. He closed the distance between us and ran his hands over the large bump in my pants. He put his lips next to my ear, “So, are we even now?” I growled in response, pulling him off of the dance floor and into the first empty room I could find.
I turned and locked the door to what was apparently someone’s office. The walls were painted a deep red and all of the furniture was expensive-looking, carved from a dark wood. This will do nicely…. I turned back to my new friend who was leaning against the large desk in the center of the room. “You weren’t impressed by the show I put on? I’ll show you what I can really do." I walked over and stared into his eyes for what felt like hours. He wasn’t the slightest bit concerned about what I was going to do to him? I was obviously older than him. This time I saw a smirk from underneath that mask of his. I let out a loud belly laugh. I pulled him against me, pushing my pelvis against his, “Just like I like it… this will be fun.”
A moan came from the boy as I palmed his cock through his pants. He rolled his hips against my hand and began to unfasten my jeans. When he finally unzipped my dark skinny jeans, I ripped open the front of his pants. His dick sprang free immediately, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Good boy,” I snarled, “no underwear. You’re ready aren’t you?” He gulped, “Uh huh.” I spun him around and leaned him over the desk. His head hit the wood with a thud and I heard the breath get knocked out of his lungs. I pulled his pants down and shoved two unlubricated fingers into his entrance. A yelp rang through the air. I reached around to stroke the younger boys manhood in order to distract from the pain he was feeling from the unannounced intrusion. He began letting out quiet moans as he got used to my scissoring him open. I added a third finger and he gasped as his back went rigid. I moved slowly pushing my fingers in deeper and deeper until I brushed across a soft bundle of nerves that made the boy's legs buckle. I continued stretching him, taking care to only stimulate my partner some of the time, leaving him always wanting more. I withdrew my fingers and pulled my pants down to my knees. I gave my cock a few quick strokes, hardening it further, then positioned myself at his opening.
I was rubbing my penis against the boys entrance, when he slammed his hips back, impaling himself on my length. “Fuck!” I yelled at the sudden heat clamping tightly around me. The boy in front of me groaned and began rocking back and forth against me. I watched in amazement as the boy who should barely be adjusting to my size, pleasured himself on my cock. He began rolling his hips until a loud moan cut through the air previously saturated with nothing but our harsh breaths. He began pushing back harder, faster, hitting the same spot over and over again. His hands grasped at anything they could on the smooth desk. His lewd moans sailed into my ears and sent shockwaves through my body. I grabbed his hands, pinning them over his head and began thrusting deep into him, meeting the pace he’d already set. “Damnit!” I spoke through clenched teeth, “You’re so god damned tight!” I grabbed his shoulder for leverage with my free hand and thrust harder into him. Tears streamed down my new lover’s face as I pounded into him as hard as I could. With each snap of my hips, the heavy desk moved an inch forward and the air left the boy’s body. Himchan pulled up his strange love’s shirt and dragged his nails across the boy’s skin from the top of his spine to the small of his back. A drawn-out moan escaped the boy’s throat. A raspy voice warned, “Shit… I’m so close. I’m gonna..”