30-year-old BOYS

Chapter 4 - Hotdogs, hotdogs, read all about it!

Chapter 4 – Hotdogs, hotdogs, read all about it!

I’m not a baseball game. So don’t get any ideas about playing third base, second base, not even first base! If I want to kiss you I will. For the time being I’m more than willing to share a hotdog with you. And that’s it.

~ Daniel Cheng

Huang is smiling so hard his face will soon split into two equal halves, “Mr. Cheng, you really don’t have to,” he is looking down, blushing, blushing so hard that his chinky ocher complexion is becoming pink.

He toys with the hem of his shirt, crumpling it with his fingers, pulling at it like his shirt is getting smaller.

He delights in the presence of one smexy Daniel Cheng who is looking at him with an amused expression.

Huang feels so giddy and he doesn’t understand why. All he knows is that he feels so good right now Buddhammit! “You don’t have to buy me new clothes,” he smiles shyly looking at Daniel as his blood sings with happiness and his heart flutters with joy, all because Daniel freaking Cheng chose him over the grinding grinder dude.

Daniel is giggling so hard his ribs will soon crack into smaller pieces, “He-he. I don’t have to. But I want to. Because you really look like a lead singer from a boy band. Who wears vests these days? Not even my dog wears vests,” he observes and is unaware of his stifling comment. The words sting Huang and his face falls flat.

Aw, poor Huang. He roasts in his seat despite the cool breeze from the air-conditioning. His eyebrows meet to become a straight line and his chin lifts as he pouts, “You really hurt me with your words sometimes,” he whispers in a very low murmur while pulling his gaze away from Daniel to look through the window, “You’re lucky I still find you cute,” he mumbles even lower.

Daniel realizes after a couple beats the sting of the words he just said. He is about to reach out to Huang but he is unsure whether to hold Lau’s hand, caress his shoulder, or give him a light tap. He refuses any physical contact, “Hey,” he starts wooing, but Lau is persistent with his I’m-not-going-to-give-you-the-satisfaction-even-if-you-are-so-cute-right-now agenda.

Cheng doesn’t realize it but his hard exterior is slowly flaking away the more he spends time with Huang. He looks at his sulking 32-year-old brawler who is grumbling by the window and realizes for the first time how cute Lau really is, with his hair clipped short to give him that bad boy look which complements his smexy, lusty, hot, and fuckable sculpted body. Hmm…Huang is really sexy. The kind of smexy you want to handcuff to your bedpost and ride all day, effing all day every day and all night every night until one, or both of your p*****s falls off. Yes. That’s how smexy Lau is. He is brimming with manliness, hotness, and boyish, fuckable charm Buddhammit!

Lau on the other hand finds Daniel captivating. Similar to the kind of fascination a boy has for his p***s days after circumcision, where the said boy will play with his little dude until it starts crying hot white fizz. Yes. That’s how s****l Huang thinks of Daniel. That’s just how mesmerized he is with him. He wants to take Daniel to bed and F him hard until he can no longer remember his name and age.

Together they sit in silence. Huang is looking through the window contemplating how long it will take for them to do their shopping, because he needs to “pick-up” someone before the sun goes down. Daniel on the other hand is looking at Huang as he tries to understand why the two of them are even together when such a simple conversation turns their relationship or whatever it is they have into a gooey, sappy, sticky ball of clusterfuck, “We are going to Times Square Hong Kong,” Cheng says and Lau’s eyes grow big and wide as he snaps to look at his rich 30-year-old smexy billionaire.

“What!?” Lau startles in surprise. He takes a huge gulp of air to calm him down before saying, “But that’s far. I need to…” he frowns for a moment and thinks about what he is going to say, “…I need to be somewhere before late afternoon, okay?” he tells Daniel to which Mr. Cheng responds with a questioning eyebrow, “It’s not what you think,” Huang counters, as if knowing what the rich billionaire has in mind, “I’m not meeting anyone else. Only you,” he mumbles the last two words.

Daniel blinks, blinks, and just blinks as he tries to understand the man sitting beside him, “I want you to delete your Grindr account,” he declares, “If you have respect for me you will not pursue anybody else,” he states with authority.

Lau’s mouth opens and closes as he thinks of a wiseass remark, but then he pulls his tongue, not wanting to start a fight with his dominant. After a few seconds of thinking he talks, “Only if you delete yours,” he poses like a challenge.

“Mmkay,” Daniel is amicable.

Together they pull out their phones and delete the horny application. Lau grinds his teeth as he deletes his, thinking to himself all the connections he will be severing. But he doesn’t give a—beep—about it anymore, as long as he knows that Daniel will not be seeing anybody other than him, “There. Deleted. Gone.”

“Good,” Cheng replies smugly then snaps his fingers to get the driver’s attention, “Take our usual shortcut,” he instructs the driver and they veer off-ramp to where there’s a shortcut bypassing the usual roadmap.

Huang scratches his head and then realization dawns, “Wait. You can’t do that,” he observes in utter disbelief, “Only the President can do that,” he claims, bewildered, confounded, and impressed all at the same time.

Daniel’s face is smug, “The President is a close family friend. I get a free pass whenever I want, and wherever I want to go.”

Lau gasps like he has asthma. He realizes that deleting Grindr may just be the right decision after all. He calms down after a while and he engages Daniel to talk about his businesses as they cut through the traffic like the President.

30 minutes. The amount of time it took to get to Times Square Hong Kong. 1 hour. Sixty minutes to complete their shopping. A minute and a half. Ninety seconds it took for them to wait on a hotdog wrapped with prosciutto on a toasted Kaiser bun. Yum. Hotdogs. Makes you wanna squeeze, lick, bite, nibble, nip, and suck them … hard.

Daniel wanted for them to dine at an exclusive restaurant. But Huang said a hotdog was fine, “Let’s share,” Cheng starts saying, “I’m not a fan of hotdogs.”

Disappointment is a painting on Lau’s face, “Really? You’re not a fan of hotdogs?” he frowns, thinking if Cheng will ever want anything to do with his hotdog. YUM.

Two bodyguards pushing carts filled with shopping bags follow closely as the 30-year-old couple sit in a booth at the food court.

It’s fascinating to shop with one Daniel Cheng. He enters a shop and a manager tells all the other shoppers to leave, making it easier to do all the shopping in sixty minutes.

Huang splits his hotdog with Daniel, “You want me to put mayo, mustard, or ketchup?” he asks.

Daniel shakes his head, “No. I want your hotdog raw,” he says, not realizing what he just said.

Everything that tickles pulls tight in Lau’s stomach and hot groin, his mouth opening and closing not knowing what to do, “Um … ah … um … raw … okay,” he chops his statement while Cheng looks at him like he’s grown two heads. HMMM. Head. Hard. Head. Hard.

They split the fat, juicy hotdog and devour it quickly. Daniel chews Lau’s hotdog with a smile, while Huang thinks that his own hotdog is leaking hard with white slime.

They finish with their dong and decide to leave Times Square, the bodyguards following them as they exit the mall to where their Audi is waiting to take them back home.

In the car Lau mentally calculates all the clothes Cheng has bought for him. He thinks a dozen bags is excessive but is grateful nonetheless. He even bought some “other” clothes which are not of his size, all the while making Daniel think for who the clothes are. Hm.

Huang’s heart is pounding in its cage as he leans to give Daniel a swift kiss. Cheng notices the movement of his 32-year-old bad boy and pulls away, “What are you doing?”

“Um…” Lau’s mouth is dry, nerves crashing at the pit of his stomach, “…I just want to say thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely then licks his lips wet. WET. LICK. WET.

“I don’t kiss on the second date,” Daniel proclaims with a lazy expression and it makes Huang pout sexily.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“But I…”

“No buts.”

“Okay,” Lau resigns to his fate but not before saying one last thing, “Daniel. If you ever need it, please know that it’s there, waiting for you, patiently,” he says wholeheartedly.

Cheng feels butterflies flutter in his stomach as his heart speeds, “What is it?”

“My penis.”