"You use a ready made mixture."

"Haha, but I'm not making a mess at somebody's house right now am I?" Shane leans on me, with his arms entangle at my waist. I shudder my shoulders, having to feel his grumpiness at my back, his heavy growling of embarrassment.

His rough hands start moving its way up to the bottom, caressing his last night markings on my skin, I shiver to his touch. Rough, manly, hmm, just the way I like it.

"I want to fuck you right now."

" Didn't you have enough last night?"

"Your clenching hole is never enough, isn't it?"

"Hey I'm not the pervert here."

But that was the end to his reply, nothing else but soft touches to my sensitized body, indulging in his dirty fantasy. I respond to his yard stick, lowering my hands, firming my hold to his bulging package. I can feel it, as though pushing inside me, his deepened force pierce through my weak membrane, springing free within me, grasping whole of my continuous orgasms, nudging constantly on my prostate, it's driving me crazy.

" Open for me baby."

"hah haha ahh..ahh"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

His member was rocking hard inches from me, nudging at my entrance and throbbing out of control,

" Use your hand and open for me baby.."

I can feel his greedy grin behind my back, his fuzzy mind reveals itself through his uncensored speech.

"Spread your ass for me."

Like a hooker? I protest, yet I'm too dripping wet to have any valid excuses, even making one is proving to be difficult. I moan all over again, begging for him, his dick, please..

Nevertheless being the play boy that he is, refusing to grant me my satisfaction. My shaking hands make their ways down, trembling and clenching my flesh as I open it all out, exposing my embarrassment, submitting to his dominance over my sexual gratification.

"Good." his breathing pant.

--Luke--

It couldn't be more dreadful, my appearance right now, though I'm perfectly dressed, matter is, my face isn't. God I sure am drunk. After the sex, I went back to the club, helping out with other clients who booked me also, they actually spend more on vodka and scotch today and I couldn't say no, those two worth millions in our club and they taste the same. I cannot differentiate a fucking cheap one and an expensive one, they taste all the same and they made me dragged myself back home from 30 minutes walk, when I could have taken the taxi like the retard that I am.

Drench in wretchedness, I prolong the few walking steps, inching, stressing the shear distance between me and the ground. The crumbling rocks can be heard and I stop midway through the door, pacing back and forth, day dreaming. Until a security guard, aware of my state, escort me in. His small hands patting behind my back, giving me support. Ahh, that old guy, didn't he help me a lot before? I have to thank him for not reporting me later. I guess some mandarin orange would be fine? Do I have mandarin oranges? Yeah, do I? Yeah, its in my fridge.

The old man waves goodbye as I sloppily press the elevator buttons, crouching before the closed metal door, mumbling nonsense.

The bell rings and I go out, still dragging my sheer weight like some idiot, and jotting my uncoordinated fingers down my pocket, where is the key?

This goes on for a while, five minutes pass and I still haven't got a hold of that damn, big ass key. While the silly action continues, I notice my hips sway back and forth violently as I shove down my hand, its an awkward moment, but you can be yourself 1 in the morning. That's probably one of the good thing about it considering myself an introvert.

"H-hello?" A sweet voice comes by, halting my mental processes when I find myself in his central view.

"Good morning" I said hastily

"Good morning" That damn shy voice of his, comparing to that of a woman, is too pure to be true. Regarding last time incident, he's rather mysterious underneath all that innocent appeal of his.

"What are you doing up so late?"

Goddamn you, that's none of your business now isn't it?! That is so inappropriate!

"Um..I'm just taking out the trash...ouch." he suddenly bends his back, showing painful expressions.

"Are you ok?" I reach out my hands

"I'm ok, just sore muscles from working I guess."

"Oh, I see, m..mind if I ask you what's your job?"

"Oh, I'm an author."

"I see."

My mental state brightens seconds after I heard the word. Its good to be on the same team, sometimes but its not like I'm going to tell him that I'm a crazed author of yaoi. It is a sealed secret that must never be broken.

"You're a host club, I guess.." He shyly says

"You got me!" Glancing back and forth at my tattered clothes, smiling awkwardly.

Now if you just enjoy him, his presence, his figure, his erotic cleavages. That low v-neck shirt, that tightened sport pants that just embraces his thighs marvelously. I was taken into a trance of his slim thighs, until his nervous tone wrecks me of my dignity.

"G-goodbye" he stutters

"S-see ya."

I stutter back, packaging in my mortification and faltered virtue and dash straight through the door as fast as I clench the warm key in my palm.

Behind closed door, I fall onto my knees, face in hand, contemplating my erection.