It was late at night, the street empty and inside the nail salon it was dark, except for the illumination of the aquarium. Saul was sitting in one of the chairs, sipping cucumber water with a dash of vodka. Actually more than a dash. And it wasn't the first glass. He felt dizzy in a pleasant way and was about to doze off when somebody knocked on the glass door.

Saul jumped. It sounded like the one who was knocking was determined to get in. Saul got out of the chair and walked over to the door. Then he stopped, recognizing the person standing outside.

It was Nacho. He gestured impatiently for Saul to open the door. Saul considered his options. If he didn't let him in he maybe would find another way in, or he would visit him during hours or lurk for him somewhere else. So he decided to get it over with and unlocked the door.

"What do you want?" he asked, not particularly friendly, nonetheless a bit curious.

Nacho gave him an inscrutable look and walked past him into the salon.

Saul sighed and closed the door behind him.

Nacho looked around. "So, you really live here. Nice." He grinned.

Saul narrowed his eyes. "Tell me what you want. I was about to hit the sack."

Nacho's grin turned into something dirty and made Saul nervous at once. He slightly backed away, glancing at the door.

"You're still scared of me," Nacho noticed and approached Saul slowly. "That kinda turns me on."

Saul raised his hands in front of him like he wanted to stop Nacho from the distance. "Back off," he said and nodded towards the glass front of the shop. "If anyone's coming by they're gonna see you."

"So?"

"So if I were you I wouldn't do anything... inappropriate."

Nacho chuckled. "If you were me we would do it right out there in the street."

Saul curled his lips and frowned. "You mean, you wanna do yourself in public?"

"You know what I mean." Nacho moved in closer.

Saul decided not to retreat further because he didn't want to end up with his back against the wall again. This time he noticed that Nacho was actually a bit smaller than him. He had remembered it differently and it made him feel a little embarrassed because it proved what an intimidating impact Nacho had on him.

Nacho looked him in the eyes and then his gaze dropped to his lips.

"I really don't care if somebody sees us," he said in a low voice. "Besides, there is nobody."

Saul figured that he was trying to scare him and it worked. He still wasn't sure about Nacho's true intentions.

"But if you feel more comfortable we can go in the back." Nacho turned away from Saul and sauntered over to one of the chairs furthest from the glass front.

"Nacho," Saul started, "it was really a pleasure to see you but if you don't mind, I have a to get up in the morning and, unlike you, I can't stay up all night, chatting - "

"Stop talking bullshit and come over here," Nacho said in his calm manner, nevertheless this was unmistakeably an order. "I won't leave," he added.

Saul sighed and went over to him.

"Sit down." Nacho patted the arm of the chair next to him.

Saul hesitated.

"Come on, I won't jump you. At least not right away."

"I told you there is no next time," Saul replied, looking at him.

"You sure? Don't you think of it sometimes?"

Saul swallowed. Of course he was thinking about it - almost every ten minutes. He sat down in the chair so he could hide his face from Nacho for a moment.

"I do," Nacho said, leaning forward. "And I want more. I want more of you."

Saul stared at him, fascinated against his will. No one had ever said something like this to him. It was a pity Nacho had to be the first one.

"And I'm pretty sure of how to get it," Nacho continued with a very self-assured grin that took away a bit from his usual dangerous expression.

"The master of subtle flirting," Saul said with a lopsided grin. "Well then, stop bragging around and show me your seducing skills."

Oh my god, did I really just say that? Must be the drinks he had earlier, Saul mused.

Nacho smiled and lifted himself up from the chair to climb on the other one and straddle Saul. He put his hands on the back of the chair on either side of Saul's face and leaned in as if to kiss him. He watched with satisfaction how Saul arched his back a little to meet his lips and he pulled back, teasing him. Saul felt his body react without his permission and he squirmed a bit. Nacho's strong thighs around his own didn't allow him to move. That was comforting and exciting at the same time. Nacho leaned in once again and Saul fell for it for the second time. Nacho liked it. There was nothing sexier than to watch Saul wanting to be touched.

He slowly moved his hips until his erection underneath the fabric of his jeans bumped against Saul's. Saul bit the inside of his lip to prevent a lecherous sounding exhale but Nacho knew he had won anyway. He finally kissed him, licked his lips and tried to get inside of his mouth. Saul returned the kiss hesitantly at first but Nacho had a very persuasive way of kissing. He tilted his head, breaking the contact between them, making Saul feel how much he wanted it back. After he did this a few times Saul grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. Nacho couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"You're easy prey, Saul," he said. "Don't need much skill for that."

Saul pursed his lips.

"Don't feel bad about it, you're not the first one to fall so easily."

"Yeah, that makes me feel much better," Saul scoffed.

"I didn't mean it like that," Nacho said, still grinning.

"Get off of me."

"No way."

Saul knew he had no chance using physical violence against Nacho. He wasn't a violent person anyway. He always used his verbal skills to get through life and out of precarious situations. But maybe Nacho wouldn't respond to that either, he thought, remembering several 'shut ups' from last time.

"Please," he said, trying the good old magic word.

Nacho sighed. "Really? You don't even wanna know what I wanna do to you? I thought about it since the last time I saw you."

Saul gave him a suspicious look. "What?"

The grin returned to Nacho's face. "You are interested. Why don't you just admit it?"

"Because," Saul said firmly, "I'm not some kind of sex toy you can use whenever you feel like it."

Nacho scrutinized him and Saul wasn't sure if he saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. He felt very insecure all of a sudden.

"Right, you're not a sex toy," Nacho said accommodatingly. "It's just that you turn me on so much, I can't think of anything else than sex around you." He shifted a bit in Saul's lap, stirring things...

Saul stared at him, fully aware that the guy was pulling strings, but nonetheless it worked. Shit. And there was the smug smile again. It seemed Nacho knew exactly that he was a sucker for sweet talk.

Nacho leaned in and whispered a low: "I wanna suck your dick," into his ear. As if for affirmation of his words he brought his hand down between Saul's legs and pressed it against the bulge there. Absolutely no way for a man to pretend not to be aroused. Saul caught himself wishing he was a woman for a split second. But then Nacho probably wouldn't try to seduce him. Oh my God, he was so confused right now.

Nacho didn't stop rubbing and squeezing him through his pants, blurring his ability to think. Saul could almost feel the blood leaving his brain and making another part of his body swell. Nacho slid off the chair and got to his knees on the floor, his hands on the insides of Saul's thighs and not breaking the eye contact. Nacho couldn't get enough of the deep blueness in them. Wide-eyed curiosity and half-lidded pleasure were taking turns on Saul's face and Nacho watched it with delight.

Saul had lost all motivation to stop Nacho from using him as his sex toy. All he wanted was to feel his mouth around his cock.

Nacho fumbled with the button of Saul's pants and pulled them down together with his boxers. He bent down over him and Saul closed his eyes, feeling Nacho's hot lips closing around him. He took him in deep and started sucking. Saul almost whimpered; this was no half-hearted, feeble attempt, it was a strong pull that vaulted him somewhere near to nirvana in no time. He squirmed and bucked his hips against Nacho's mouth. It was too much, nonetheless he wanted more.

Nacho grabbed his hip with one hand and pressed him back into the chair to hold him still. But Saul couldn't help it, his nerves were on fire and he had to shove into Nacho's sucks. He breathed hard, twisted his fingers into Nacho's shirt, not aware that he was twisting his skin underneath it too.

"Ah, stop that," Nacho scolded, lifting his head, "and hold still, will you?"

"Sorry," Saul breathed. "It's so good."

Appeased by that Nacho lowered his head and circled his tongue around the head of Saul's dick before he took him in again. Saul groaned throatily and sank deeper into the chair. He really tried not to move but his brain stopped working at a certain point and his hips took on a life of their own. Nacho dug his fingers into the inside of Saul's thigh and dragged his nails painfully down the soft skin there, leaving long red scratches. Saul sucked in a startled breath but in the same moment Nacho pressed his tongue into the slit on the underside of the head of his cock and he forgot the pain instantly, moaning in pleasure. It only needed a few more firm sucks to get him over the edge. Nacho swallowed him down with no hesitation, licking softly over the still taut skin, before he let go of him.

Saul leaned in the chair like someone had molded him into it. "Awesome," he managed to say and watched Nacho getting to his feet. He wanted to pull him down and kiss him but that seemed somehow inappropriate, too intimate for their kind of 'relationship'. So he tried to put his appreciation into words. "That was great," he said with a smile.

"See, I don't know why you're always so reluctant at first," Nacho replied but he looked pleased.

"Always," Saul repeated, stressing the word. "It was only the second time tonight." He put his pants back on and his gaze fell upon Nacho's own pants. There was definitely a boner hiding beneath the fabric, or rather not hiding.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" he asked, not exactly sure where the boldness came from.

Nacho gave him a baffling smile and shook his head slightly.

"No, it's ok. Don't wanna ask too much of you tonight, but I'll take you up on it the next time. Sleep tight."

He left without another word and Saul stared after him til he remembered to breathe. "You too," he mumbled a little too late. He slumped back into the chair and tried to bring order into the chaos of his thoughts and emotions.

One thing was for sure: Nacho had left again with the promise for a next time.