Strangers In The Dark
“Why did I listen to you all?” he moaned as they rid themselves of the rich garments and stripped. Rough garments were passed around, courtesy of Phuak’s manservant who had always assisted them in their agenda. They were all in high spirits…and maybe just a little bit drunk. Tine had an inkling that they are in for a rough night, but the drunken part of his brain hushed him. The drunken part that sounds suspiciously like Fong.
Despite their talks on having some wild nights, not all of them were particularly elated. Phuak looked like he rather be anywhere but there.
“Where are the rest?” he asked. Phuak looked at him glumly while Ohm shushed him. Prae, Air and Fang generally indulged with them sometimes. Phuak and Ohm are more than a little bit in love with Prae, Tine's tutor and one of the few female scholars that the Palace has, and without a single doubt, the best. Air, Mil, Green and Fang are the Palace's Kingsman, and while they are the nation's top fighters, they are keen for a drunken night out here and there.
“Are you crazy? We have to keep this hushed. If Type got wind of what we’re up to, we wouldn’t even be here in the first place.”
“That doesn't sound unreasonable,” Tine snorted. "But you dumbasses better keep your trap shut. You know Type will murder me if he knows what we're up to".
They shuddered. Type is the Pasha, and he's terrifying. He single-handedly raised Tine in an almost military parenting. The only reason Tine managed to sneak out is because Type is in a months-long campaign with no way of keeping track on him.
“We should have asked them to come along,” Ohm said thoughtfully. “We didn’t think of that.”
“You all don’t think, period.” Fong said.
“Hell na, you know they will tell us to lay off,” Phuak said solemnly.
“So yes, Tine, we are making a huge sacrifice, leaving our queen behind,” Ohm said gravely. “So today, whatever happens, Operation Get Tine Laid must be successful at all costs.”
He cringed. “The fuck it will.”
“Tine Teepakorn,” Ohm said solemnly. Fuck, things are never good when Ohm resorted to his full name. “You, my friend, needs to learn the beautiful art of fantastic sex.”
His face reddened. It is true, he supposed that it’s particularly odd to be a virgin at 18. But he is the Prince. Some decorum is required of him. He had had some heavy pettings. He had even fooled around some but he had never been inclined to share his bed with someone.
“Fine, you win,” he sighed. “Please don’t let me regret this.”
“Of course not! What kind of friends would we be if you don’t leave this place a sex god?”
Circe, somebody kill him already.
“Isn’t this fun?!” Ohm yelled over the music.
Tine doesn’t know if he’s having fun. His head ached from the music. It was a good party, he guess. There’s booze and music…
“That girl is so hot, I can’t even, urgh,” Ohm shook his head. Tine looked half-heartedly. She's a pretty girl, with long, brown hair and looked suspiciously like Prae.
“I think,” Phuak laughed. “I know what’s your problem.”
He gestured towards where a man was standing. He was tall, with blond curls that fell over azure blue eyes. The man saw him standing there gawking, and winked.
“FUCK!” Ohm looked at him. “Tine! You didn’t tell me you like men!!!”
“I like men?” he said, dazed.
“That guy is totally giving you some serious bedroom eye.”
Tine blushed furiously.
"Give the lovebirds some space!" Phuak yelled and dragged his other two useless friends away. The blond guy smiled and headed his way.
"Hello, beautiful," he smiled. "I've never seen you here."
Tine smiled shyly. "I'm a newcomer."
The blond guy moved closer, and Tine is becoming to feel uncomfortable with this unwarranted attention. "I could teach you a thing or two," he brushed Tine's hair aback. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is a bad idea, this is why parents, or in his case, Type, is always right...
"What are you doing?" someone growled.
Both Tine and the man turned sharply. The blond idiot was annoyed, but Tine was gasping at the sight of the most handsome man he had ever seen.
Scratch that. This man is drop-dead gorgeous.
"Who the fuck are you?" the blond said, keeping his hand on Tine.
"That's my boy." The stranger swooped in and pulled Tine close to his side, almost shielding him from the other man. "Now, kindly fuck off."
"You..."
"Sun!" someone came. The newcomer looked at them and his eyes widened at the sight of the man. "What the hell are you doing? That's Francis," he whispered to his friend urgently. The guy, Sun's face, changed.
"Come on," his friend dragged him away. Sun threw Francis' a dirty look, and snarled at Tine.
"Don't be a fucking cocktease then, you whore," he spat. Francis' face changed and Tine was confident that he would have actually punched Sun had Tine not held him back. "No...Francis is it? Please..." he begged. The guy looked at him with residue anger. "Please, can we just go?"
He dragged Francis' immobile body outside and breathed in relief. He had almost forgotten that Francis was there until the other man coughed awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"Y...yes..." Tine stood up straight. "Th...thank you, sir."
"Sun is a menace," he scoffed. "Don't worry about it though. He has no balls."
"Like, literally?" Tine's stupid mouth blurted out.
The guy was taken aback for a moment before he laughed out loud. "You are a bit sheltered aren't you, kiddo?"
"I'm not a kid," he pouted. "I'm 18."
"And I'm 24, so that makes you the kid." The music blasted, and Francis turned around. "Don't be scared of going in though. It'll be fun. I think they got an actual band to play tonight."
"I...don't really like noisy places," he said. Not that he had been to much.
"Why do you come to a bar of all places then"" an easy smirk was plastered on Francis' handsome face. God, Tine wants to run his fingers around that gorgeous dark hair. Damn. Is this...arousal?
Is he really gay then???
"Don't laugh but..." he looked down and said quickly. "MyfriendssaidIneededtogetlaid."
"Pardon?"
"It's my 18th birthday..." he said softly, almost hoping that Francis couldn't hear him. "My friend has this brilliant idea that they needed to help me get laid."
Francis blinked.
"You...have never..." he gestured awkwardly, adding on to Tine's shame.
"I have done...stuff." He said defensively. It's important that this stranger knows that Tine is not that big of a loser. "But I've never done...that."
Francis nodded seriously, probably realising at that moment how retarded Tine is. "I don't doubt that."
"Don't patronize me," he barked.
Francis looked at him in surprise. "I'm not," he said, and he sounded earnest. "You are beautiful. The people from wherever you came from must be blind if they can keep their hands off you."
Despite himself, Tine was infuriatingly flattered. This stranger that looks like Michaelangelo had personally taken an interest to carve thinks Tine, ordinary, plain, boring Tine is beautiful?
An idea crossed his mind.
Before he could rationalise himself, he looked at Francis right in the eye and smiled mischievously. "Well, if you have no plans..."
In another time, Tine would have been impressed at how fast Francis arranged for their fuckfest. But Francis has his hands all over Tine's body, and he can't think.
"What's your name, angel?" Francis asked urgently. Tine groaned. There are much more important things at stake, like his cock.
Tine whined to make his displeasure known, but Francis laughed and latched his mouth on Tine's collarbone.
"Please, pretty angel?" he looked briefly at Tine, and that puppy eyes should be illegal.
Tine might be a goner, but he's not dumb. Regretfully, he doesn't think his people would be too delighted to know about his sexual endeavour. The scandal could cause Pam a premature fall into a deep sleep.
"A...Ash..." he said breathily. "Its Ash."
Francis looked at him oddly for a second but he smiled and kissed him sensuously on the lips. "Ash, my beautiful Ash." Tine is pretty sure his face looks stupid, but God, he can't be arsed to care about it. Francis had noticed his demeanour, and took Tine’s hands and put them on his waist.
“You…” he panted. “Can touch. As much as you want.” As though a switch had been flipped, Tine’s lust went into overdrive. He grabbed the Francis' head and forced a kiss on him. He broke the kiss and rested his face on the Francis' shoulder, breathing erratically from both pleasure and pain.
He could feel Francis breathing in his scent. Without any warning, he lifted Tine into his arms. This startled him at first, but he loved the feeling of being held and snuggled his face into the brunette’s neck.
In the dangy bedroom, Francis brought the younger man in. Tine was all for it, but now that things are actually happening, he's inexplicably shy. Francis pushed him on the bed and hovered all over him. Francis gave him a peck, and when Tine smiled shyly, Francis kissed him again, passionately this time, and hold Tine tightly in his arms.
He ran his hands over the boy's slender body, and brushed his lips against the younger boy's neck as he undid the buttons on the younger's shirt. Tine whimpered, his breathing heavy with lust.
“You are beautiful,” Francis said with a heated look. Tine revelled in the attention. He blushed and reached out to touch him, but Francis stopped him. “No. Let me take care of you.”
“But I…”
He cut Tine off.
“Don’t argue, beautiful,” he said gently. “I want to pleasure you. I want to give you an orgasm so intense you cry from how good it feels,” he said. “So intense that you'll have to sleep for hours to recover from the energy expelled. I want everyone on this street to hear you scream in pleasure, hear you ride that orgasm harder than ever before.”
Tine swallowed, both excited and nervous. Tine threw his head back, not fighting the older man anymore. Francis immediately got on top of him, his knees either side of his body. He held Tine's wrists above his head, just taking in how beautiful the other boy is. Leaning down, he kissed Tine again. He then began kissing his entire body. Moved from his neck, down to his chest, down his legs, all the way to his feet. He then started kissing him back up his legs, stopping at Tine's manhood. He looked up at Tine 's face, and saw the pleading look in his eyes.
“Beg,” Francis said mischievously.
“Please, sir. Your kisses feels so good,” said Tine shakily “I'm desperate.”
Francis' eyes sparkled in mischief. He opened the younger's shirt completely to reveal Tine's chest and nipples. Francis' eyes went darker. Eagerly, he took one of the buds in his warm mouth and licked all over the small nub, before he took it between his teeth and tugged it lightly. He spent a considerable amount of time on the small bud until it was red from his teasing and moved to the other nipple as well.
"Francis," Tine moaned. '"Please."
Hearing Tine beg was music to brunette’s ears, and he knows exactly what the younger man wanted. He took his head off the other man's chest. Tine's face was red, and he attempted to cover his face, but the older man was having none of it.
"I wanna look at you, angel," Francis said breathily. "I want to see you, when I finally fuck you and make you scream my name."
Tine's face was on fire, but he threw his head to the back and moaned. Francis wasted no time, and took off the younger man's pants and underwear. Je kissed the boy's inner thighs, and forced Tine to keep it open. He kissed lower until he reached the boy's hole.
"So tiny," he breathed. "I bet it will be so fucking tight."
Tine couldn't think, but his face was red. Francis didn't bother to wait for the boy's response, and lowered himself, experimentally licking a stripe over the boy's tiny hole. He was so fascinated by the tiny entrance that he kept licking at it.
Tine was astounded. Do people do this? It seems so...dirty but lord, Tine is hard as fuck from it. Feeling embarrassed, he whineed and tried to push Francis away.
"Hush now, boy," Francis laughed quietly. "Let me have my fun." He gave another couple of licks before he looked at Tine adoringly. "I'm gonna put a finger in you."
Tine didn't say anything, but he opened his legs further for Francis. "Such a gorgeous boy. Such a slut for my finger," Francis chuckled. Tine was panting, knees tucked to his chest. Francis smiled as he looked at Tine's face as he lazily pumped his fingers in and out of Tine's hole.
"Can I have you, baby?" Francis said breathily. "Please, let me take you."
Tine wasn't sure, but whatever Francis was doing feel good, and he might punch the other man if Francis even mentioned stopping. Tine nodded slightly and Francis moaned as he pushed his cock all the way inside. Tine thinks he's screaming, but he wasn't sure. The only thing he knows is that Francis was making him feel amazing. Francis' cock was stretching him. He brought his arms around Francis, brushing his forehead against Francis' shoulder.
"You..." Francis said between breaths. "You can bite me."
When Francis pulled back, only to push his cock all the way in, Tine did bit down, drawing blood from the other man's shoulder. Francis doesn't seem to mind, as he pushed his cock deeper, brushing against his prostate. Tine came first, and Francis could feel the warm semen on his body, and Tine melting around him. He brought his lips to the other boy and kissed him passionately as he came inside the younger boy, Tine arched his back as he felt the warm liquid inside him.
The orgasm was intense, and lasted well over a minute. Francis continued fingering him as he came. The screaming, the cum, the face, everything was stunning. Francis gave a low moan and Tine could only lied there and stare at the ceiling.
Getting on top of Tine again, the other man kissed him gently and admired his face. Tine's chest was heaving, the orgasm taking everything out of him. Laying next to him in bed, Francis snuggled up to him, spooning him from behind, holding him close as he drifted of to sleep.
"I will take care of you," he murmured to Tine's ears. Tine smiled even as his eyes were drooping. "You are safe."
Tine woke up alone.
It was dawn, and cold. He sat up, covering his body with the blanket. He looked around, but Francis wasn't there anymore. Tine's back ached, and he was pretty damn terrified.
He got dressed quickly, and went down to the bar to find his friends. Fong yelled when he saw Tine from afar, and his useless goons hugged and yelled at him for disappearing.
Their joy was short-lived when a couple of riders came about menacingly. The rider disembarked, and took off his hood. Tine’s eyes widened as he sees Mil striding, his face flashing dangerously. Behind him, Fang and Green strode just as tenaciously, and the boys cowered in fear.
“You,” Mil pointed one finger towards a quivering Phuak. “Are in a hella lot of trouble.”
Ohm tried making puppy eyes at Fang whom hissed ferociously in return.
“Mil, guys,” Tine appeared, out of breath. “What are you doing here?”
“King Pornthip made me track you down,” he scowled. Tine looked guiltily at him, and Fong’s eyes softened considerably. “I found Phuak’s planner on the cunt's table and found the name of the bar. Therefore…”
“Obviously,” Ohm muttered under his breath.