Chapter One
Yo’s bar, as always on a Friday night, is packed full of dancing bodies and a circle of drinkers crowding the walls and bar who couldn’t get a table, which are all packed full of an array of college students and older twenty-somethings just off work.
Top and his friends had managed to snatch a six top table now littered with empty or half full glasses and a smattering of bar food. Boston and his on again off again boyfriend-that-isn’t-my-boyfriend-but-actually-is by the name of Nick are sitting across from Top, being that weirdly lovey dovey the two of them manage when they are on speaking terms. The weirdest part is that Boston actually enjoys spending time with Nick, not just fucking him. Top’s never seen Boston actually get to know one of his conquests before.
Top on the other hand is riding solo today. Most of the time he indulged in one-night stands with whatever pretty twink caught his eye but Top has been known to date on occasion, although never for very long.
“Sand!” Nick manages to tear his gaze away from Boston to acknowledge his best friend and roommate, the lead singer of Yo’s main band.
“Hey Nick.” Sand is tall, lean and pretty with silky dark hair, soft-looking pink lips, and big brown eyes. Top has been trying to hit that pert ass since Nick introduced the two of them. Not that Sand has shown any interest in ‘sleeping with some self-absorbed asshole like him.’ “Yo’s looking for you.”
“Really? Any idea why?” Nick is already standing anyway, pulling Boston up by the hand.
“Something about redesigning the bar’s logo.” Sand says.
“Right, I forgot she texted me about that. Come on babe.” Nick pulls a willing Boston along, who manages to stare only at Nick’s ass as they disappear into the crowd. Top gives them another week before another breakup.
Top expects Sand to leave now the message is delivered, seeing as the two of them only spend time together when Nick and Sand want to hang out and Top just happens to be there because he’s friends with Boston, but Sand surprises him and grabs one of the empty chairs to sit across from Top. The rest of Top’s friends vacated the table long before Boston and Nick.
“I want you to fuck me.” Sand says in his typical cool, no nonsense voice.
“What?” Top blinks stupidly. Maybe he misheard Sand over the sound of the loud music and the general din of a rowdy bar crowd. No way did Sand say he wants Top to fuck him.
Sand rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Look, I just got some bad news and the only thing I can think of to distract me right now is to get fucked by some douchebag and I don’t want to spend time finding one so I came to you.”
“You think I’m a douchebag?” Top meant it to come out flirty (somehow?) but it sounds more like a genuine question.
“Yes, I have made that obvious in our every interaction. I called you a pretentious dick to your face three days ago. So. I know you’ve wanted to fuck me, now is your chance.” Sand’s leg is bouncing in annoyance. God does this man have gorgeous thighs.
“Yeah, alright.” Top lets his playboy smile tug a corner of his mouth up and Sand rolls his eyes again. “But I’m fucking you in my bed.”
Sand frowns. “Why?”
“I’ve always wanted to see you spread out on silk sheets and I doubt you have them.” Top smirks.
Sand runs a hand through his hair. “Fine, fucks sake. Just hurry up.”
The two exit the bar with little fanfare, as neither Nick nor any of Top’s friends notice them leaving through the front door. The air outside is muggy and hot and Top turns his air conditioning full blast as he drives to his apartment. Sand sits in the passenger seat, leg bouncing once more and Top resists the urge to reach over and spread his hand across Sand’s thigh. He doesn’t think Sand would appreciate the gesture despite Top’s fits of gallantry when it suits his purposes.
The drive is only twenty minutes but Sand doesn’t seem interested in talking. Top had tried to start a few conversations, more to break the awkwardness of two people who don’t particularly like each other stuck in a car on the way to one’s house to have ill-advised hate sex, but that tampered out quickly when at a red light Sand leaned over and kisses Top. It’s rushed and heated and Sand’s mouth tastes like tequila (Top thanks any god listening that Sand doesn’t seem drunk because even a douchebag like Top might balk at fucking a drunk dude while Top himself is sober). Top is rather enjoying the kiss until Sand bites harshly at Top’s lower lip, causing Top to gasp and pull away in time to watch the light turn green.
“Shut. Up.” Sand growls out.
Top skids into his apartment’s parking garage half-hard and ready to fuck the brat standing next to him in the elevator as it rises up to the penthouse. Sand really is pretty; all smooth brown skin and pretty cheekbones and those beautiful brown eyes. Top can’t actually believe this is happening; Sand had dismissed him from the get go with a backhand insult and a complete lack of interest in recognizing Top as a human he sometimes had to interact with. Top found it infuriating to be so dismissed by some bar singer, no matter how pretty. He also found it really hot.
The express elevator lets off a little ping and the doors open straight into the apartment. There’s a fancy little entryway for the elevator doors, and a nice looking wooden door that leads to the stairs in case anyone wants to climb twenty flights up to gain access.
Sand barely waits for them to step over the threshold before he’s all but attacking Top, pushing him against the wall and crashing their lips together. Top is quick to take charge of the kiss, one hand tangling in Sand’s hair and the other helping guide the way to the master bedroom at the back of the apartment.
The kiss is a tangle of lips and tongues and teeth. It’s harsh and demanding on Sand’s part and Top pulls out all the stops to match the intensity as they bang through the bedroom door and Top shoves Sand down onto the king sized, silk clad bed.
“Take your clothes off.” Sand pants as he pulls at the waistband of his own graphic t-shirt.
“Oh no.” Top descends on the bed and straddles Sand’s trim waist and pulls Sand’s hands away. “I’ve been waiting on this for a long time. I want to unwrap my gift myself.”
“Fuck you are so weird.” Sand huffs but allows Top to peel the cotton shirt off Sand and toss it aside.
Sand has a nicely toned chest that leads to a trim waist. A pair of dusky pink nipples stand at attention in the overly air-conditioned climate of the apartment. Top reaches out and pinches one of Sand’s nipples, which elicits a gasp and a twitch from the bulge in Sand’s jeans. Top himself is fully hard at this point and none of them are even fully naked.
“Hurry up.” Sand snaps, all but ripping Top’s button down off and tossing it to the floor.
Top shuts Sand up by leaning down and capturing Sand’s lips once more in a deep kiss. The taste of tequila and Sand’s calloused hands clawing at Top’s back. Top breaks off the kiss and trails a series of open mouthed kisses along Sand’s sharp jaw to lick at Sand’s elegant neck, tasting sweat and smoke and the burn of alcohol. Top is enjoying having the haughty and aggravating Sand underneath him that it takes Top a moment to realize that Sand’s trying to push Top off him.
Top pulls back and looks into Sand’s swirling dark eyes. “I don’t want you to be gentle.” Sand spits out. “You can be rough; that’s what I want.”
Top takes a half-second to wonder what news exactly was bad enough to warrant Sand to go to such extremes to take his mind off it, but that is quickly blown away as Top rummages into the nightstand to find lube and condoms and Sand wiggles out of his jeans and underwear.
And those jeans did not do Sand’s fantastic thighs any justice. All Top wants to do is bite and lick at the exposed skin. Top tosses the lube and condoms by Sand’s waist as Top pulls his own jeans and underwear off. He keeps an eye on Sand, taking in the other man’s own exposed dick, long and hard, along with that absolutely fantastic ass that Top will soon be wrecking.
“Come on!” Sand shouts in frustration as Top continues to take in the picture of a naked Sand. A picture he had only been able to imagine up to this point. And boy did Top’s imagination fail in view of the real thing.
“Sure are in a hurry for a guy who hates my guts.” Top says but he’s quick to crawl back over Sand, to cover the younger man’s body with his own bulkier one. He doesn’t want Sand going anywhere now that he finally got Sand naked and willing.
“Just get inside me already.” Sand grits out.
Top hums as he grabs the lube and coats his fingers liberally with the cold substance. He reaches down and massages at Sand’s rim before sliding a finger inside Sand’s tight heat. And Sand is tight, tighter than Top anticipated. Which Top is looking forward too, having that heat wrapped around him. He works his one finger in and out slowly, before Sand yanks on Top’s hair in warning, so Top shoves a second finger inside a little too soon, causing Sand to gasp and shudder beneath him.
Sand’s eyes are closed and his brow furrowed, while his hands grasp at Top’s arms and shoulders. Those beautiful thighs are trembling as Top harshly adds a third finger to help loosen Sand up and to finally make an effort to find Sand’s sweet stop, which has Sand gasping as Top gives a few teasing strokes before pulling his fingers out.
“Look at me.” Top demands as he rips open one of the condom packets and rolls one on before lining up with Sand’s hole.
Top waits until those big brown eyes flutter open and meet Top’s gaze before Top plunges inside in one hard stroke that has Sand’s back arching and a loud groan escaping those soft lips. Sand wanted rough and Top doesn’t give him any time to adjust before he’s pulling out and thrusting back in, carving himself a place inside Sand. Sand, who is gasping and moaning, clawing at Top’s back and crossing his long legs against Top to help Top thrust inside him.
Top allows most of his weight to fall on one arm while his other hand tangles in Sand’s hair and jerks the man’s head to the side so he can bite and suck at Sand’s neck. It feels amazing inside Sand as he continues to fuck into him so hard the bed is shaking.
“Fuck yes!” Sand screams as Top finally decides to start aiming at that sweet spot as Top flips him over onto his stomach, grabs Sand’s hips in a bruising grip and plunges back inside. The sounds of Sand moaning, Top panting and the slap of skin on skin echo through the apartment.
Sand tries to reach down to deal with his own leaking erection but Top catches his hand in a hard grip and returns it to clutching at the sheets. “You come on my dick or you don’t come at all.”
This sends the other man over the edge and Sand comes with a shout, muffling it against the silk sheets as he comes. Top gives a few more hard thrusts before he too comes, buried deep inside Sand still. After a few long moments of regaining their breath Top pulls slowly out of Sand, takes off and ties the condom before throwing it in the trash.
Sand has collapsed to the side, regaining his breath. Top feels another fit of gallantry (and also concern for his sheets) as he walks to the en suite bathroom, grabs a towel and a wet washcloth and does his best to clean up the mess left by Sand before throwing the towel and washcloth in the laundry hamper.
As Top slides back into bed Sand sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “Where are you going?”
Sand half turns to cast Top a confused look. “I’m leaving.”
Top feels a stab of panic he covers with a neutral face. He doesn’t want to spend the night alone, even his one-night stands usually stay until morning. “Stay.”
“I don’t want a round two.” Already bruises are forming along Sand’s throat and hips along with around the one wrist Top had grabbed.
Top feels his heart beating loudly in his ears. He can’t spend the night alone. So he bites a little at his pride. “Please.”
Sand pauses and looks over Top’s face and, it’s the damndest fucking thing, but Sand’s eyes soften at whatever he sees in Top’s eyes. “It’s too late to head home. You’ve got a big enough bed for the two of us.”
It’s more than Top deserves but he decides to push his luck. “Can I…hold you?”
Sand sighs and Top gives divine thanks again at Sand’s kindness that Top probably didn’t deserve. “Fine.”
It’s a little awkward; they still don’t particularly like each other and had a nice round of hate sex but Sand had clearly meant to leave after they were done. Even so Sand lays down in the middle of the bed on his side and Top curls his frame around Sand. Top only has an inch or two on Sand but he manages to wrap his arms around the other man and pull Sand’s warm body close, both still naked, Top’s hands spread against soft skin. Top falls asleep to Sand’s even breathing and soft scent.