Dicked Down To Heaven
"Yeah, Max! Shake that ass!" Tyson was getting turnt in the club, body moving like liquid next to his friend Max. He laughed out loud when the blonde did a pretty good imitation of Megan Thee Stallion. Max got wild when he drank. Tyson put his hands in the air and swayed his hips from side to side amidst the throng of people in the club. It was pretty crowded that Friday. Ming-Ming was putting on a show later. Most of the guys must have come here for that.
"Hey, Maxie, I'm pretty thirsty," said Tyson, tapping his friend on the shoulder.
"What?" Max cupped a hand around his ear, straining to hear him over the music.
"I'm thirsty," Tyson wrapped a hand around his own throat. "I'm gonna grab a drink!"
Max frowned, not quite understanding him but nodding nevertheless.
Tyson shot him a thumbs up and made his way over to the bar, swimming through a bunch of flailing arms and twerking booties to do so.
He sighed when he reached the counter and asked the bartender for his favourite. Someone touched the small of his back right then, making him jump. He turned to look around, snaking a hand to his own back to touch the spot.
There was a man before him. A very handsome man at that. Dark eyes, chiseled jaw, beautiful proportions. Tyson felt his cock stir a bit in his tight jeans. "Hi" he said, because it was rude to dumbly stare at a person.
"Hi" the man replied, his pretty mouth parting to elicit the richest of sounds. God, his voice was so deep. Tyson felt his knees grow weak. He wanted to hear more of that velvety sound. He waited with bated fucking breath. May be he had his expectations too high because the guy destroyed all of it when he asked, without a hint of sarcasm, "Would you like to fuck?"
Tyson's mouth fell open. "What?"
"I think you heard me," said the guy, and okay wow, he was arrogant. And fucking rude.
"Really?" asked Tyson, raising a brow. "You're not even going to buy me a drink?"
The dude's gaze shot to the counter, where his glass of Strawberry Fantasy sat. "You've already got one," he said.
"Haha, okay, smartass," Tyson muttered, letting his eyes roam over the guy for some inventorying. Expensive-looking watch and suit, hair like it was styled by professionals, so he was probably fucking loaded. That explained the haughtiness.
"Is that a yes?" asked the man.
Tyson pressed his lips together and stared at him. Ow, what the heck. He was looking for a good lay and this guy seemed like he had a big dick so the answer was: "I guess"
Tyson took his shoes off in the narrow hallway next to the door. "So, what's your name?" he asked casually. "What do you do?" He eyed the stranger as he toed his expensive footwear off too. "Like, what's your job?"
"I don't need the chatter. It's turning me off," he said.
"Oh" Tyson pursed his mouth. He swung his hands uselessly by his sides, not knowing what to do with them. He wanted to look around the penthouse but he couldn't quite take his eyes off the guy. There was something about him. Like an aura. God, Tyson. He really shouldn't stay in his head for too long. He noticed he had nice shoulders. Broad. Sturdy-looking. Would be nice to hold onto them when they fuck. When were they going to do that?
He'd just wondered it, when the man turned around and met his eyes. "Right now" he said, a humorous glint in his eyes and Tyson stilled.
Had he just asked that out loud?
He was mortified. But only for a few seconds, because the man stepped close and with one gentle finger, moved the hair out of Tyson's eye. His stomach flipped. He kept looking him in the eyes whenever he looked at him. And it was kind of incredibly hot. Were they going to maintain eye contact throughout the act?
His skin erupted with goosebumps when he canted his head to whisper in his ear, his thumbs brushing the skin right above his hipbones. "You're going to try and be quiet for me, alright?"
Tyson stared up at him when he moved back to look at him. His heart thundering in his chest. He nodded silently.
"I got neighbours," he said, his voice low, touching Tyson's lips with a finger.
He nodded again, head bobbing up and down in small jerks, skin heating.
He leaned down then, holding his chin between two fingers. His breath coasted over Tyson's mouth, hot and warm. He held his own, then the man kissed him.
Tyson tried to keep quiet. He really did. He smothered the sounds he wanted to make before they could escape his throat, biting his bottom lip hard whenever he remembered.
But he kept forgetting. That was the problem. He kept forgetting.
He felt deliciously full and stretched to the brim. His cock was pressed into the mattress. His nipples and belly button grazing satin.
His cheek was mushed into a pillow. It was almost smothering him. His hands were pulled behind his back and his wrists arrested in one hand. The other. The other was on his hip. Pressing his side down forcefully.
He tried to keep quiet but he couldn't help the little whimpers that continuously left his throat as he was plunged into again and again. With tantalizing strokes.
Slow and rough. Just like he liked it.
The room grew hot from the heat their bodies generated.
"Mmm" Tyson rutted his hips up to meet his thrusts. He reached toward the man when one of his wrists was freed. To pull him down into a kiss.
His spin curved like a taut bow as he endeavored to keep their mouths pressed together.
The guy pushed his hips up higher and changed the angle, driving deeper into him, wrapping a hand around his throat. Tyson felt his mind go blank.
He'd never been fucked like this before. Never. The thought came to him as they were switching positions. He shifted to lie on his back and the guy leaned over him, drawing one of Tyson's legs up.
Who are you? he wondered as their eyes met and he pushed into him again. His mouth made an 'O' shape. The guy's eyes briefly shuttered. His lips parting. He kissed Tyson. Making out with him as he fucked into him.
Tyson wrapped his legs around his waist, his hands locking around his shoulders as they moved together. He let out little sighs and whimpers into the kiss which eventually turned into high-pitched, helpless cries as he was slammed into quite ruthlessly. The bed creaking. The sheets messing. Sweat rolling down their bodies.
Tyson screamed into the man's ear, his eyes screwed shut, as his pleasure crested. He came with his toes curling, his hips bucking, spilling all over his own stomach. He clung to the guy's shoulders as he rode it out.
He slowed his thrusts for Tyson, waiting and watching as he came down from the high, then resumed fucking him once he was done. He was sensitive right after and it heightened the sensations. A few more hard thrusts, hard enough to leave him sore for days after, he came. Burying his cock deep within him and groaning into his neck. Tyson came for a second time with him. Unable to resist the feeling of him filling him up.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, tangled up and spent. Then the man rolled off of him and tossed the condom in the bin before lying down on his back a feet away. Tyson sighed, blinking up at the ceiling.
"Wow" he said. He just had the dicking of a lifetime.
The guy didn't say anything to him. He seemed to be falling asleep. A relaxed look on his face. Tyson sat up slowly, wondering if he should leave. He looked around the bedroom and found a tissue box on the stand next to him. He plucked one out and cleaned his stomach with it before throwing it in the bin under the nightstand.
The apartment was dead silent around him save for the soft whir of the air conditioner and the man's calming breathing. When Tyson glanced over his shoulder at him he was yep, definitely asleep.
He put on his clothes quickly, picking up the articles from where they'd been haphazardly strewn on the floor from the door to the bedroom. He shrugged his jacket on and checked his wallet and keys were all in there before lingering dumbly by the door.
Would he see him again?
Probably not.
He gave a little sigh and then stepped out of the apartment.
"Got dicked down to heaven and back last weekend. Guy was so fucking good. I swear to god, I've never been fucked like that before. Never."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"What's his name?"
"Um" Tyson paused. "I don't know his name. He said talking turned him off."
"Oh okay, so you went home with a total, total stranger last night. That's great. He could have been a serial killer for all you knew."
"I have a good vibe checker, Max. I know how to tell a creep."
They chatted at the front of the coffee shop. Tyson behind the counter and scrolling through Grindr. Max on a stool, a steaming cup before him. "I'm worried for you."
"Don't be." He stopped at a brawny guy's profile. "Look at this guy." He held the phone in front of Max's face.
He squinted at the picture for a beat, then looked up at Tyson. "I thought you got the dicking of a lifetime less than two days ago?" he asked with a cocked brow.
"Yeah, but I'm never gonna see him again," said Tyson, drawing the phone back. "I'm already experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I need a rebound."
"Oh god" Max picked up his cup and took a sip.
"Oh yes" Tyson muttered appreciatively as he flipped through the other photos on the dude's profile. "He's ripped. He looks like he can rip me in half. Nice hands too."
"Some times big guys have the smallest penises."
"Mm mm, not last Friday." That was what he was calling the guy is his head. Last Friday. "He was huge."
The bell above the door chimed as a new customer entered the shop. Tyson glanced up and froze. Was this really happening or was he hallucinating right now? Was this a soap opera? Tyson snatched the menu from the holder anyway. "Excuse me, Max," he said before marching out from behind the counter to where the guy was taking a seat at one of the tables.
"Hi" Tyson greeted with a big smile.
The man looked up and did a double take. But it was kind of a subtle double take. Tyson almost missed it. "Hi" he replied, brow slightly furrowing. He was in a suit today too. Tyson was pretty sure he'd never seen him in this shop before. Or he would have noticed. He definitely would have. God, he was even more gorgeous in the bright light of the day.
Tyson placed the menu before him and said, "Signal when you're ready to order!" and walked away beaming. Hilary shot him a look from across the shop, where she was jotting down orders in her pad.
Tyson shrugged at her.
She turned back to her table muttering "weird" under her breath.
"Max!" Tyson hissed in Max's ear when he got back to the counter. "It's him!"
"What?"
"The guy from last Friday!"
"Big cock?" He shot up straight in his seat, eyes widening. "Where?" He spun around on the stool to peer around Tyson's frame at the customers in the shop.
"Third table on the left."
"From the door or from the wall?"
"From the door," he whispered, eyeing the guy inspecting the menu. The guy put it down and slightly turned to call for Tyson just as Max gasped.
"Fuck, he's beautiful. Wait, why does he look familiar?"
"Hold on, I'll be right back." Tyson gave Max's shoulder a squeeze and hopped over to his new favourite customer with a bunny-like excited grin.
"I'll take a plain black coffee, thank you," he said, handing the menu back to him. "No sugar"
"Anything to go with it, sir?" he asked sweetly.
The guy's gaze grew a shade darker at his use of the term. Tyson gulped. "No, that will be all," he said, his voice low and soft.
"Okay, one black coffee, coming right up!" he said with a nod and jogged back to the counter.
"Tyson!" Max hissed when he breezed past him. "Tyson!"
"Be right with you, Max. I need to work!" he said as he grabbed a cup off the shelf.
"Oh now you need to work?" He rolled his eyes, impatiently.
"Just a second!" He filled the cup with coffee and was on his way back when Max clamped down on his arm. "What the heck, I almost dropped the cup."
"That's Kai Hiwatari, the CEO of Hiwatari Corp," he said to him in hushed tones.
Tyson gawked at him. "What?"
"Yeah. You got dicked down by a CEO."
Tyson's mind got little fuzzy. 'I'm going to go and serve him," he murmured.
"Ok" Max let go.
Tyson walked up to Last Friday who turned out to be Kai Hiwatari and placed the coffee before him with a polite smile. He didn't want to roll with big shots. It seemed too high glamour and risky. He backed up from the table as Kai closed a hand around the cup.
He was out on his fifteen minute break, trying to smoke a cigarette in the stupid wind when someone asked from behind him, "Would you like to come back to my place this Friday?"
Tyson whirled around to face Kai. "Really?" he asked. "You haven't even asked for my name."
"I don't need to know your name," said Kai. "I'd like to keep it strictly physical."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Tyson muttered.
Kai gave him a slow shake of his head. He had a perpetual scowl on his face, Tyson noted. A tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows and a quirk to his mouth. "Perfectly serious."
He couldn't believe he was seriously considering this. What was he even getting into? "What if I don't want to?" he asked with a flair of his cigarette.
Kai shrugged, but with his mouth. A downward pull at the corners. "I'll find someone else."
Oh okay. So he just wanted to do the do with someone and he chose Tyson. If Tyson said no, he'd find someone else. With a face and a body like that it would be quite easy. Tyson had been so sad thinking he'd never see the dude again, yet here he was. Asking if he'd like to fuck again. Yes. Of course, he would! But he would also like to be respected. "Is there like a contract?" he asked, bewildered. Was this Fifty Shades? Was his name Anastasia Steele?
"Do you want a contract?" asked Kai in return, perfectly fucking serious.
"No!" Tyson said immediately. "That would be weird."
"Okay, then let's just shake on it," Kai held out his hand to Tyson. "Make it a verbal agreement. You, me, every Friday, my house at eleven. If either of us cannot make it or have other engagements on that day we'll inform each other through text."
Tyson frowned, staring at the guy and the hand weirdly. It was a nice hand. Those hands of his had felt amazing on his body. "Can I talk?" he asked, hesitantly reaching his hand forward.
"Not unless it's absolutely necessary." His hand waited.
"So we won't be talking, just, " he gestured with his fingers, making an 'O' with one and poking into it with another. Kai glanced at his fingers and back up at his eyes with a straight face.
And nodded once.
"That works…" he thought about it, and thought about it some more, (thought as in consulted with his dick who said 'yes, yes and yes!') "Fine" he said at last. And extended his own hand.
They shook.
Kai's hand was warm. His fingers solid and firm against his. They almost enveloped Tyson's. His skin tingled.
He smiled, looking into Kai's dark eyes. This was going to be fun.
He didn't get a smile in return. Or may be not fun. But it would be sexy. And sexy would do too. They exchanged numbers. "How are you going to save that?" Tyson wondered out loud as Kai typed Tyson's contact number into his phone.
"Booty call #69," Kai deadpanned.
"What?" Tyson asked with a laugh. "Are you serious?"
"See you, Friday." He started walking away.
Tyson stared after him, confused. And a little exhilarated.
A/N: If it's sexy, I'll continue *thumbs up*
