Wish you were in my shoes

Chapter 4: Hey sexy (2)

Christian tried to take it as slow as possible, even though he realized that his partner was trying to hurry the process up. He was enjoying the steps to unfolding the other, the sounds the redhead was making while he discovered weak points, like biting his hipbones, and he did not want to stop but Mogue had other ideas. He was pushed on the bed and rode by the fiery partner, who took the lubricant from the head of the bed and squished it in his hand. Christian felt like he cheated because he was participating close at a show he didn’t pay for. He saw the Mogue’s wet fingers penetrate himself, and the man making the face of pure pleasure. He didn’t want to just stand there and watch, but he didn’t want to stop the man either, so he just massaged the other’s calves, getting as up as the sack and touching it slowly.

“Stop!”

“Why? I’m not doing anything almost.”

“Yes, and that’s driving me crazy!”

The look he received made Christian grip tighter, make his moves more firmly, but no way in hell was he stopping. The redhead stopped what he was doing, pushed the other’s hands away, took a good grip of his member, rubbed it with a bit of lubricant, and slowly slipped it in him. Christian tried as much as he could to not hurry the decline, but at the end of it be was bitting the pillow, his hair was all over and he was breathing hard. 

“Why did you hurry? You are so tight … mmm …. I feel like you are going to… to break me inside.”

“If you are so affected by just this … ahh … you should better hold on tigh… hmmm tight.”

As soon as he finished the phrase, Mogue slowly lifted a bit and then slammed down again. Both men moaned, the heat and the friction were too much but too little yet. The move was repeated, and instead of being lesser pleasure, it was more. The redhead was slowly gaining speed, just barely holding himself on the chest under him. In a rush of movement, Christian lifted Mogue’s hands on his neck and dragged him on his chest. He gripped the red hair in one hand and with the other, he was holding his lower back. The redhead growled but his mouth was covered by his partner’s, while he started pounding him. Christian had no time to think about the whys and don’ts he just felt the redhead on him, his member inside the other, their mouths licking, sucking, and even bitting. He interlinked their fingers and put some more force on his moves. While his moans and breaths were harder, the redhead was almost screaming. It was better than he would have expected, and he felt a strong pull to just take the other in his arms and not release him ever again, but Christian dug those thoughts deep inside, as he slammed his member deeper and sharper. As he felt himself getting closer and closer from the relief, he grabbed with one hand the other’s member and started rubbing it at the same time. The s****l sounds the redhead was making were maddening, and what pushed him over the edge was feeling Mogue releasing his load and trembling deep in his arms. They stayed still for a few seconds but then Mogue got on the other side of the bed. Still breathing hard, Christian lifted on his arms and grabbed the pack of cigarettes, and lit himself one. He was gross but didn’t care right now. His eyes got big when he realized that his partner got out of the bed and started dressing up. He was usually the one who told his partners to leave, endless discussions as to how he had to be to work the next day, that he needed no relationship and had no time for one, and so forth.  But now he felt no need to, he wanted to have the redhead a bit more for himself, he wanted to find out more about the man. The feeling was weird.

Mogue at first felt contempt, and relaxed, almost falling asleep, but then realized in whose house he was and panicked. He didn’t want to be thrown away later when the other realized the mistake he made,  so he got up and started dressing.

“Hey, you can stay a bit more you know.”

“Thanks but no, I’m leaving now.”

“Wait just a moment and I will drive you.”

“No, thanks!”

“Let me get you a cab then, you worked all night and you sure are tired.”

“It’s ok, I’ll handle it.”

“No, I mean it, just a second to wash myself a bit and I will …”

Mogue was feeling humiliated and mad. He was a man for f***s sake!

“Look here mister Prince Charming, I am no lady in distress or troubled princess. You took me home for s*x, we had s*x, now I’m leaving on my two feet. GOODBYE!”

He left fuming and swearing. What sense did it make to have s*x to distress if he was going to be angry again? And now he was so tired he felt like vomiting, the elevator was spinning and he felt sorry he didn’t accept the taxi ride, or even a bit of sleep before going. But he didn’t afford the taxi, and he would not accept any money for the drive, he was no hoocker. He wanted to think that he missed being in a relationship but the pain he felt when he saw the man he believed was his with his wife and child was too big. He sighed and left the building, he had to get home and get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

It was not. Mogue woke up to a message from his second job, the shop announcing that his salary for the days he worked would be delivered in his account and that he was no longer needed. This was the curse but also the luck he had working for an agency, he could be released any time but he would find a job quickly. He called them and let them know he needed to work. If he wanted to be able to open the restaurant his parents lost, he should have worked in the kitchens, or even helping the restaurant’s management but he didn’t afford to be picky. He worked anything because a restaurant is very expensive to buy back. Half an hour later he was called by the agency that they needed a bartender for a few nights at a new club. He agreed and let them know that he could also work in the days, but the secretary denied his request y saying there were no jobs available at the moment. He would start at the new club on the same night so he made himself some pasta, ate, and slept again. After getting his uniform and learning about the rules of the club ( they were the same rules in every night place, especially for bartenders ), he descended into the new place and was horrified to see the number of people already there even though the place was not opened yet. He moved as fast as he could and was glad he thought to eat before leaving home, cause he had no time for breaks longer than the bathroom. Not paying attention to the faces, just the orders, and not being able to hear the voices because of the music, he was startled when his hand with a whisky on the rocks was grabbed before he could place the drink on the table in front of the customer. When he lifted his eyes, he almost couldn’t believe that he was hearing the words from the man’s lips, he thought he would be hated or just avoided.

“Well, look who’s here, not a princess in distress it seems.”

The man was smiling and blinked at him.

“Meet me in the back after you finish your shift?”

He really couldn’t believe he was hearing this question from Prince Charming again. But the man had a filthy smile on his lips, so he could just say yes, release the drink on the bar and get to the next customer.

Christian was really bummed by the sudden leave of his partner, he wanted at least another round and this was something very new for him. He was usually content with just a go. He had Mogue’s number but he didn’t want to look like a stalker. He got up from bed and got some work done from his laptop. It was unusual for him to do work from home, he was better at talking face to face, but today he was not in the mood to dress and smile. He had a lot of paperwork to do, so he got through them one by one. He had to order food because he had nothing in the house, he was always eating out. While eating he looked on the window, a beautiful, red sunset reminding him of the sunrise a few hours earlier, and the man from his arms. He really wanted a second go, he felt things ended too suddenly.

One of the guys he hung up with called him and asked him to come to a new club opened by someone he knew, and at first, he was going to pass, but that was not like himself at all. He said he would come if it was going to be boys’ night out, and the other agreed. He finished the work and got to shower. He had a lazy day so he needed a bit of freshening up. The tiles from his bathroom were black and in his head he saw the white skin and red hair in there, contrasting so deliciously, and the sounds the man was making echoing so clearly. He shook his head, he needed to get laid again if he wanted not to think of the redhead, to erase his trace from his body. Or find the redhead and have him again, a sensual part of his brain suggested. He sighed and let the cold water embrace his body. He needed no suit or special clothes, so jeans and a black shirt would suffice. The taxi ride was fast and he entered the club before it opened, his pal already there.

“Dude I can’t believe I’m saying this but the guy you ogled yesterday was kinda hot. I mean you know I have nothing for guys, but he was something else. So, did you win the bet?”

“Kinda. I gave him my number, so the rules changed but he came home with me.”

“You’re shitting me!”

“No way.”

“Pics or it didn’t happen.”

“Oh, it happened all right but we were too busy to take pics.”

“My man, you are awesome!”

The complimentary drink was over and Christian was not feeling the atmosphere, so he got up and went to the bar to grab something stronger and then he noticed him. He seemed a bit more rested as the night before, and the bartender uniform was hotter, two buttons of the shirt opened. He got in the man’s face, asking for a whisky on the rocks but he was not once looked at, and when the drink was about to be placed in front of him, he grabbed the other’s hand and saw the look of anger go to astonishment, and then to fear.

“Well, look who’s here, not a princess in distress it seems.”

The words got out of his mouth without his consent, but he was too glad to see the other so soon. He had to convince him to come back to his house again, they had unfinished business.

“Meet me in the back after you finish your shift?”

He crossed his fingers in his head, hoping really hard for the man to give him a positive answer. Oh, and there it was, a hasty yes, the drink was almost thrown and the man left in what could be named redhead fashion, not looking twice at him. No biggie, he said yes, he just hoped that the man kept his word. Christian was in such a better mood now.