Favorite Vice

Kurt's POV Heavy rain is pouring outside while I sit in my car contemplating the scene that has unfolded before me a few minutes ago. I take out the ring box I've been keeping in my pocket for weeks. I threw it on my dashboard as I got in my car and forced thoughts of them out of my mind, but with no luck. I drove away from that bright and joyous place. Time to drown myself with liquor until the sun rises and I forgot about her saying yes to another man. I laughed and punched the steering wheel. You’re so ridiculous, Kurt. You can’t even keep a girl happy so she won’t jump onto another boat. The bright neon lights of Club VertX almost blind me. The beat from inside shakes the parking lot I’m standing in. Just how loud is the sound equipment Enzo’s been making? The guard opened the door as soon as I neared the long queue of impatient teenagers and adults. My phone lights up and messages from Foot Long Bachelors group chat pop up. Leon: Hey buds! Who’s up for some drinks at VertX? Apollo: Call! I'm on my way Rafael: Can’t tonight… I have to do an OT at the hospital Apollo: Boo! But why? Rafael: Lots of patients… Unlike you, Mr. Shining Sun, I’m responsible. Rafael: Fuck! Wrong emoji, bro… It’s supposed to be a middle finger! Apollo: Yeah right, bro. Love you too, bro! Zephyr: Fuck! Get a grip of yourselves, man! Marvin: Let them be, Zephyr. They’re finally showing their true colors. Kurty: I’m already at VertX… is anyone free to join me? Let’s drink through the whole night. Melvin: Whoo! Free drinks courtesy of Kurt. I’m in! Kurty: Dream on, Mr. Billionaire. I’m heartbroken right now. You should be the one treating me to free drinks. Enzo: Shit! What? Why are you heartbroken? Apollo: Condolence, Kurty. Leon: Did something happen between you and Cindy? Marvin: Bud, don’t do anything rash, okay? Kurty: Don’t worry. I’m still sober right now… Marvin: We’re on our way, bud. Let’s go get drunk tonight! Apollo: Hey, Zephyr… can we bring our own drinks? Yours is too expensive, man! Zephyr: Fuck you, Apollo… I’m doing business and you’re complaining. You’re not welcome to my club anymore! Apollo: I’m just joking, bud, hehe. Enzo: Apollo, that’s not a peace sign… this one is ✌ Apollo: Nah! Mine’s cooler… I turned off my phone and walked to the VIP side of the club. A server comes in with her notepad. She must be new. “Good evening, sir. Can I take your order?” “Yeah. Do you have any special tonight?” Before she could speak, a hoard of loud men came barging in. “You can tell your boss over there—” I nodded to Zephyr, who was standing by the door and looking intently at the server. A small smirk creeped up to my lips, understanding the look I see on him right now. It’s the eyes of a man preying on a little rabbit. “—That I’d like my usual.” I mock salute at Zephyr, a teasing smile dances on my lips. She’s hesitating to go over to Zephyr, so he approaches her instead. “Go tell Roby that Kurt de Marco wants his usual. Also add in tonight’s special. Put it under my name.” He grabs her by the arm and walks her to the door. Before letting her go though, he shrugs off his jacket and puts it on her. When she’s out of the door, a few of our friends whistle while others laugh. “Quite possessive are we, Mr. Arellano?” Lorenzo says and pats him on the shoulders. Zephyr only shrugs and takes a seat; our friends follow suit. “It’s not like you’re not possessive as well, Enzo. Is Allisa sick of you, yet?” Zephyr taunts back. Enzo grits his teeth and tears his necktie. “That girl is f*****g crazy, man! Hear this, I had a date the other day and I don’t know where in the f*****g hell she found out I was on a date. But, f**k, she showed up and told my date we were together so she should find someone else.” He grunts and stomps his feet like a child. “I just lost my f**k for the night because of her. I’ve been celibate for two months now. All because of her!” He points to the door, which opens right as he did, exposing the server earlier with two more servers behind her. We all laugh at his outrage while the servers place the drinks on the table. We hadn’t even begun drinking but two of our friends are already booked for the night. “Let’s get to drinking, buddies! Wouldn’t wanna make that beauty wait,” Apollo says while chuckling. I shake my head at him, but my friends join him, laughing. “So, buddy, what happened?” Marvin, one of my earliest friends, puts an arm on my shoulder. I laughed, heartlessly. “She said yes to a different man.” I looked up at my friend’s faces. Some have their mouths open, while others are looking at me with unreadable expressions. I’d like to believe this night was only a dream. But, even as morning came, a reminder of last night slaps me in the face. From Cindy: Kurt… I’m sorry for not telling you outright. But, I’ve decided to accept my parents' decision. Also, he makes me happier, more than I have been with you for the past year. Goodbye. Jasmine's POV I drank the last glass of Long Island Iced Tea that Samantha ordered for me. She’s been working as a waitress at VertX. I don’t really know her reason… Wait… What was I going to say? Anyway, I lay my head on the table, trying to stop my world from spinning. Tears started falling down my cheeks once again and my friends saw it; sighing for the nth time that night. Veronica stands up with her glass of martini up in the air. “Alright! Let’s play a little game for Jasmine to cheer up.” Samantha joins her and they make a toast. I prop my head up, frowning at the two of them. Blanche is also only looking at them. “Okay, so here’s what we’ll do. Jazzie, I dare you to go up to anyone and kiss them for…” She places a finger on her chin and looks around the club. “…A good five minutes? It’s settled then. Kiss someone on the lips for five minutes.” I jolt awake at her dare. My mouth hangs open at her ridiculous words. It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone before, but I just went through a breakup, if I could even call it that. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is what the hell, Veronica? She flashes her Cheshire cat smile. I stand up. And without pondering more over Veronica’s words, I scan the vicinity and spots a handsome man leaving the bar. He looks somber. I don’t care. I’m somber myself. We can wallow in self-pity together. I stalked his way, now standing face to face with him. I grabbed his shirt collar and collided our mouths together. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn into a heated make-out sensation. He pulls me by my waist and presses our body tight like a rope. “Take me. However you want.” I don’t know what possessed me to say those words and I don’t care to know. All that’s running in my mind is that I need this man to take me. Make me a woman for the night. “Angel, you can still stop if you’re not sure this is what you want,” he says, dropping chaste kisses in my neck down to my collarbone. It triggers my ticklish bone and I squirm under him, moaning as heat spreads through my body. “What are you talking about, mister? I’m perfectly sober?” I grabbed him by the back of his head and leaned in for a deep kiss. My back does a perfect arch as his lips drop lower and lower to the valley of my breast. From a small peck, to a lick, into completely devouring my soft little mountains; giving each one a fair attention. I became a moaning mess. “Are you really sure, angel? Remember to stop me as soon as you don’t feel like continuing.” I love how he tries to be a gentleman, but that’s not what I need right now. I know it’s petty and Art probably won’t know about this, but still feels like I’m getting my revenge. He’s been trying to get into my pants for years, but I never felt like giving myself up to him. This man in front of me right now, though, is a different case. My body screams at his every hold. I don’t think it’s healthy. He’s dangerous, but I like it. “Do it, already.” He chuckles and I gasp at the little ring appearing on both side of his cheeks. “A little impatient are we, angel?” I raise an eyebrow at him, curious at his little pet name. “Why do you call me angel?” I ask, straight to the point. There’s really no point in beating around the bush. And I’ve never been that kind of person. He leans in dangerously close and whispers through my ears. “Because you’re my angel.” His hand slides down my bare stomach, making every hair on my body stand up. I moan again when a finger touches my wet cave entrance. At the same time, he licks at my earlobe and sips it until it burns. Up. Down. His hand works at my entrance, prodding at the flimsy skin. “Are you ready, angel?” I can only moan as reply, thrusting my hips to meet his hovering finger. He thrusts one finger in slowly. The anticipation is killing me, but as soon as he fills me up, I forget everything else. I’ve never let anything inside my coochie hole, so having his finger in there is new and the sensation it’s spreading to my body is uncontrollable. “f**k, angel! You’re too tight. Relax, baby. I’m going to move now, okay?” I nod and whimper as he goes in and out. It’s only one finger, but I’m already feeling so full. Then, I can feel another prodding at my entrance. Just as slow as last time, he sticks it in, and now I feel even fuller. I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow. His slow in and out motion turns faster and from time to time he curves his fingers inside like Captain Hook’s hook and wiggles it inside me. Something is building up inside me and it’s making me lose my breath. Clear liquid gush out of me and I scream like I’ve never did before. “What was that?” I pant and try to get his fingers out of me due to being so sensitive. But, he doesn’t stop thrusting in and out. “You just squirted, angel. And you did so well.” He leans in for a kiss, swirling his tongue inside me as I give him access to my mouth. He doesn’t give me a second to rest and I feel something building up again. This time, I see a sticky liquid cling to his finger. I gasp when he puts his finger in his mouth. “What the hell? That was dirty!” He chuckles and tries to kiss me. I avoid his lip, but with his clean hands, he grabs my chin and presses our lips together. His tongue tastes tangy but sweet. “Now, does that taste dirty to you, angel?” I shake my head and he smiles, then kisses me one last time before rolling to the right side of the bed. “What about you?” He turns his head to me with his eyebrows raised. “Don’t you want to take care of that?” I point to his friend who’s up and hard as a log. He shakes his head and covers his eyes with his arm. “Don’t worry about me, angel. You should go to sleep.” I wanted to help him but as soon as he mentioned sleep, my eyes fluttered close and my body feels so heavy. Good night, I wanted to say. But, only a yawn escaped my lips. “Good night, angel.”