"Can I at least have a seat?..."
I don't know. I don't know what’s wrong with him. A few seconds earlier he'd looked nervous, scared maybe, like a little puppy ready to run and hide in his owner's arms after being frightened by a human presence a little too imposing. His feet were wiggling noticeably, flattering my self-confidence, and I was moving forward with my head held high, my hips dancing, demonstrating just how gay I am, just to confirm the signals of my sexuality_you never know, I might get ’strangerzoned’ or even worse, cursed at or punched, if he's actually a straight guy_ and my torso well asserted; at least someone I'd have control over. I could read embarrassment, excitability, maybe hysteria... But now... nothing. His expressions were closed, his face unreadable. If it hadn't been for the alcohol pumping through my veins to my brain, I'd have turned around already, I feel so ridiculous.
"So... someone was caught eye-fucking me... "
No answer. Until now, he's been watching me attentively, now that I'm sitting so close to him, he's ignoring me. GREAT! He fixed his eyes on his wine glass . As if I were insignificant, at least apparently much less so than the damn glass in his hand, which seemed to fascinate him. Maybe he's shy, let me try again and if nothing I'm out.
"You... Your drink looks pretty important for you to be admiring your glass like that..."
Oh fuck, this is monstrous! I'm so bad at flirting.
"What kind of drink is it? M-My father's a bit of a wine expert, and when I was younger, the only time I was allowed to contemplate anything other than the walls of my room, we were always either in a small chocolate factory or in his vineyard. He introduced me to the science of liqueurs and wines, and I can help you choose the best ones if you like..."
And here I go, as stupid as I am, I'm already unpacking the fragments of my miserable life to a total stranger. My normal self would have already got bored and turned back_ no, no, to be honest, my normal self would never have had the guts to make the first move on a man, God, how ridiculous I am! _ but the alcohol prevents me from getting my butt off the seat of the chair where we were flanked. I wanted to prove to my so-called friends, who were gawking at the scene, that I still had my old-fashioned charm, and that I could get any man I wanted. But at this point, that man is making me highly doubt it...
"Aren't you going to offer me anything to drink?..."
I nod to the bartender who was pretending to ignore us even though I know he's having one of those inner fits of giggles, so much so that I looked like a moron; so that he'll bring me the same drink as the mute stranger who was staring hungrily at me just five minutes ago and now ignores me completely.
"Not bad, I think. You've got good taste."
"OH FOR JESUS FRIGGING SAKE! WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE? WHY IS IT SO SLOW? COME ON, HURRY UP, I'M ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP HERE! YOU GUYS ARE SO BORING! ORRRH"
I spare one last look at the stranger who's slumped over with his bloody drink in that awful seat, and now I've seriously had enough. That idiot sighs, as if I were the most uninteresting creature he's ever met. I AM THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE SIGHING! Who the hell does this idiot think he is?
"Listen to me, you psycho, if you know you can't strike up a DECENT conversation, and that you're going to behave like a total scum when approached, then you better stop looking at people like a disturbed psychopath. I can bet my ass you’re a crackhead!"
"And you know what, you're a pathetic little twerp. You're not even good-looking_ I'm lying, I'm lying very badly because that son of a bitch, he's got the face of an Olympian god but I'm never going to tell him that, oh no, he's already made a fool of me_ I can't even believe I gave you some precious minutes of my time. Do you even know who I am? You're so not worth it!"
With a bit of stammering and failed movements, I manage to regain as much strength as possible to slide between the narrow space that connects our two seats, feeling so humiliated that I have to get out of there at all costs. I'm swaying a little, I think the fucking alcohol's really gone to my head, goddamn Ryan, it's all your goddamn fault. I'm still wobbling on my right leg and when I finally compose myself, he grabs me by the elbow and swings me back to my chair.
"There babe, roles reversed"
"OOOOHHHH THIS IS GETTING HOT! I LOVE IT! COME ON, KEEP IT UP!"
Remy's croaking makes me forget for a moment that I didn't really understand what was going on. My blood is rushing, my consciousness is blurring, and my heart is speeding like crazy. Maybe I'm having a heart attack.
"Wh-what?"
"The roles are reversing, Mase."
"Where do you... how do you know my name?"
"'Do you know who I am?', I thought I was supposed to know who you are... Mase"
"Ewww please stop calling me that."
I straighten up in the chair, my back cracking a little and the back of my neck screaming because I'd bumped myself when I sat back down. He'd tossed me around like a worn shoe, that one.
"So dear handsome man with the wine expert father... Do you like your drink?"
His expressions were suddenly soft and much more welcoming. He wore a smirk that would have normally made me melt, if I didn't feel like smacking him in the face.
"Asshole!"
He moves closer to me, his face grazing the breeze of air protecting mine protruding seconds away from his lips.
"You like big words… don’t you? Asshole, fuck, you even called me a total scum, I love it_ He mischievously nods with a smile that made his teeth shy away from admiration_ though... I... I wonder, if you like big words so much, what other kind of big things could you like..."
Big thing, big thing... My thoughts race before I catch his hint... Oh my God!
"Ewwww you're too handsome to be this corny"
"Oh so finally I'm handsome... I thought I was a pathetic little twerp who isn't even good-looking?"
"You're definitely an asshole"
"I'll be more than happy to have you call me that for the rest of the night babe. I’m your asshole."
"Your asshole, your asshole, your asshole-..."
"Okay stop!"
I roll my eyes at him but... He's definitely got a charm this idiot.
"Romance-wise, it's a zero for you. You'll have to read Prideand Prejudice to get some tips big boy."
"Says the one flirting with a story of his father's vineyard."
I hide my face in my hands. He's right, it was so lame!
"It was cute I thought_ he laughs in a low tone, his throat bump sensually heating the delicate skin of his neck. I wonder what it'll be like to bite that chunk of flesh and suck on it and leave kisses on it_ for the record, my name's Anthony"
"Mason"
" OH BUT WHY DID IT BECOME SO BORING AGAIN? HURRY UP GUYS!"
"He's got a lot of …energy your friend"
His laughter tingled at my senses once again.
"Oh... Yes... Remy. He's a bit the clown of the friend group…sorry"
"He for sure is! But it's thanks to him that you're here so..."
"How so? Wh-what do y-you mean?"
"Fhum... Well I was watching you and your friends for a while... I was watching you for a while. I know it was your friend who urged you to come and talk to me... And you came all confident as if you'd caught a prey in a net, I had to reverse the roles otherwise you were going to take me for a coward, easy to manipulate. You saw me as a game, but you didn’t expect the game to also be a player itself. Got to break that confidence a little. "
"Oh..."
" Yes 'oh'... Mason...You're very sexy "
" Oh... "
" Is that all you got to say? ‘Oh’ "
He lets out a snide chuckle in a deeper shade of voice.
"At least I'm saying something... You've been letting me babble alone for minutes."
"Sorry... You've got something stuck there."
I notice that he's coming closer with his chair and seems to want to run his hand through my hair. I hope I don't have anything too embarrassing stuck up there.
"Stuck here... here... I'm close… I'm close... Right there"
He leaves a kiss on the corner of my lips.
"I'm sorry I was an asshole, your asshole" He then raise my hands to his lips and kiss them each.
"Oh it's okay, it's okay_ I push him away a little with a small suppressed smile_ your romantic moves are excruciatingly bad. Still a zero my love."
"Even after that?"
"A-After what?"
It happened quickly. I would have liked to be more shameless and push him away, to be worth a little more than a one-night kiss, but I wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could still inflame a man's passions and make his dick run mad with spasms. He grabbed the back of my neck, and without premonitory expectation, thrust his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slipped in-between my lips, and found itself in an unknown territory, untapped and parched. Mine, not having received such treatment for so long, began to retaliate. Fighting with his in the arena of my mouth, our lips, knocking deliriously each other, witnesses to this sensual union. His lips were like a sum of honey dripping from a mystical source. He kissed me, kissed me passionately to the point where I was running out of my breath. And this turned into a stronger sexual commute, our tongues fighting more fiercely, our saliva forming a web of meaningless pleasure, I bit his lower lips to signal that I was out of breath, but he would not subside, pushing himself a little bit stronger, having locked my legs between his. I could feel his penis swelling against my thighs. Well, I hadn't expected it to get out of hand so quickly... I finally broke free of his embrace out of breath, my heart screaming with fatigue.
"OOOOOHHHH THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT! NOW LET'S TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL!"
"SHUT UP REMY!"
"How about now? Even after that?"
I take the time to regain a slightly more stable breathing pattern....
"Hum... Let me think... Hum you go from a zero to a five!"
"Just five?"
"Yes, just five. Still mediocre."
"I'll fix that..."
He moves closer again, ready to capture my lips and this go further than just kissing but I press my hands against his chest.
"Not here."
"We can go to my place if you want."
"Oh no no no... what if you're into weird shit? We'll get there, you'll drug me, then slice my organs and sell them on the black market to get richer. No, no way!"
He bursts out laughing and I arch an eyebrow to question him.
"What's so funny? I'm right, you spent your time watching me like a psychopath and then you ignored me like a dirty shoe. Who knows, maybe you're a neurotic guy into gore stuffs... Hum hum"
"Too much crime district."
"Oh, shut up!"
"I'm serious"
He raises his hands in surrender.
"We'll go to my place."
"Controlling huh.... I love it. But it's obvious you're rich. You ooze expensive shit a mile away."
"So what? What's that got to do with anything?"
"Most rich people are into weird shit. Maybe you're the cannibal who's going to slice me up and sell me on the black market".
"With all those muscles_ I let my hand wander over his appetizing body built up brick by brick in gym sessions and then pull on his long black tie to have him closer_ are you afraid of being overpowered by a frail guy like me?"
"Overpower? … The only overpowering that'll be done is when I fuck you senseless"
And he curves over my lips again, and captures them between his teeth, thrusting his tongue into them again and engulfs them in the flavor of his breath....
"Get up! Let's go!"
"OHHHH GO GO MASE! MY GUY, POP THAT PROSTATE TONIGHT!"
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