Chapter Three
Top wakes up alone. Sand seems to have managed to quietly get dressed and leave the apartment without waking Top up, which actually surprises him. Usually he’s a light sleeper, even with someone else in bed with him but last night Top managed to fall into a deep sleep, arms wrapped around Sand.
He tries not to dwell on that as he goes about his day; showering, getting dressed, going out for lunch with the same friends from last night, minus Boston and Nick. Top wonders if the two broke up last night, for the millionth time, but doesn’t care much on the whole. He isn’t thinking about Sand at all when he suggests they head once more to Yo’s bar as the night starts to set in, sunset pink and orange against towering high rises.
It’s the look in Sand’s eye from last night, after Top asked him to spend the night, that sticks in Top’s mind all through the day. It was a flicker of genuine kindness, the type that Top doesn’t really experience in his life. Most of the kindness directed at Top has strings attached but Sand had stayed because Sand is…nice. Like genuinely nice. Top’s seen it from afar as the Boston-Nick debacle brings Top and Sand into the same orbit every few weeks to dance around each other as their friends date. Sand helps Yok out at the bar when she needs it; gives drunk people rides home; volunteers at an after-school music program.
Up until now that kindness had grated on Top’s nerves and it isn’t until he and his friends are getting drinks at the bar and Top can’t find Sand’s face in the crowd that Top realizes- he craves that kindness for himself. Wants Sand to smile at Top, be happy to see Top. It’s stupid and insane but Top can’t get that itch out from under his skin.
Boston shows up a half hour after Top, with Nick in tow. So no break up then. The two pull up chairs and barge their way in between Tong and King, who roll their eyes at the couple’s antics.
“So how was your night last night?” Boston smirks across the table at Top while Nick jabs him in the ribs.
It takes a moment for Top to realize that Boston knows about him and Sand and another moment to realize Boston knows because Nick told him, and a moment after that to realize of course Sand would have told Nick, who would tell Boston, who would give Top grief for the whole affair. “Fucking fantastic. How was yours? Did you leave with Nick?”
It’s a low blow, but Top and Boston are the kind of friends who don’t particularly like each other but hang out because they’re both assholes.
“I wanted to go home and wait for Sand.” Nick is quick to jump in when Boston glares at Top. “He usually texts me if he leaves the bar with someone so I don’t get worried.”
That itch for Sand comes back full force. “Where is Sand?”
“Looking for round two?” This time it’s King, another douchebag extraordinaire, who was eavesdropping on the conversation. “Not that I can blame you; I want to tap that ass just as much as you.”
“Charming.” Sand materializes from the crowd to hear the tail end of the conversation.
“Hi.” Top says like an absolute idiot.
Sand smirks at Top before turning to Nick. “There’s a problem with the mics so Yo’s just going to Spotify it for tonight. I’m going to head home.”
“Are you sure?” Nick asks tentatively, glancing over at Top who hasn’t stopped staring at Sand. “Well, have a good night.”
Sand pats Nick on the back. “You too. If you bring Boston home let me know so I can grab my noise cancelling headphones.”
Sand leaves as Nick sputters and the table hoots with laughter and Boston grabs Nick’s jaw to turn the man’s head around and plant an open mouthed kiss on Nick’s pouting lips. Top waits for only a few moments before he’s pushing his chair back and chasing after Sand through the sweaty crowd, ignoring the taunts emanating from his friends.
He catches up with Sand in the empty parking lot and is quick to grab Sand’s wrist before he can pull on a helmet and straddle his bike (Top can think of better things for Sand to straddle).
“What the fuck?” Sand turns to face Top fully. “What do you want?”
“Sleep with me again.” Top feels a strange desperation grow inside him now that he’s holding Sand’s wrist and Sand is looking at him and he can smell Sand’s mint shampoo.
Sand attempts to pull his wrist free but Top just pulls him closer until the two are flush against each other. “Last night was a one time thing.”
“It doesn’t have to be. We both had fun. We should have more.” Top has lost all his charm under Sand’s intense gaze. Not that any of his usual moves would have worked on Sand.
“Like I said, I slept with you last night because I got some bad news. Not because I like you and not because I want to keep sleeping with you.” Sand does finally yank his wrist free but Top doesn’t move, trapping him between his bike and Top’s bulk.
“Your problem seemed pretty big last night, did you manage to solve it in a day? I can help you forget again.” Top wants to do so much more.
Sand studies Top’s face for a moment as the music of the bar behind them breaks through brick walls and closed doors. Top holds his breath and wonders how he’s become so tangled in Sand after just one night. He’s never been like this before.
“Alright.” Sand says after a moment.
Top swallows harshly. “Really?”
Sand cocks his head to the said and raises his eyebrows. “Unless you’ve changed your mind already. I can always go back in the bar and find someone else.”
And fuck could Sand find someone else; Top knows Sand’s never had a problem finding a partner for the night. “No, you’re coming home with me.”
It’s eerily reminiscent of last night; the two of them are silent on the ride to Top’s apartment, parking in the garage, riding the elevator up to the penthouse. It’s once the elevator doors close behind them that things begin to diverge. Last night Sand had run the show, demanding and needy. But tonight Top’s in charge.
Top takes Sand’s wrist and guides him back into the bedroom, fresh silk sheets stretched across the mattress. Top runs a hand through Sand’s hair before tilting his head up with the tips of his fingers. “Take your clothes off Sand and lie on the bed.”
Sand raises his eyebrows but does as he is told. Slowly, while Top stands by and watches, he peels himself out of his leather jacket, graphic t-shirt, jeans and underwear. Once Sand is fully naked, Top’s eyes roving over every inch of exposed skin, Sand climbs into Top’s bed, lies down on his back, and spreads his legs.
Top licks his lips as he crawls, still fully clothed, onto the bed and over Sand. He leans down and hungirly catches Sand’s lips in his in a messy kiss. Sand gives as good as he gets, tongue coming out to mate with Top’s, Sand’s hands coming up to knot in Top’s hair. Which is when Top pulls back from the kiss.
“Put your hands on either side of your head.” Top’s voice is low and husky.
Sand bites his lip but does as he’s told, hands coming to rest on either side of his head, palms up. Top hums in approval and traces his thumb against Sand’s bottom lip. “Keep your hands there until I say so.” Sand nods and Top smiles. “Good boy.”
Top is prepared this time, easing the bottle of lube out from behind one of the pillows. He coats his fingers liberally and fists one hand in Sand’s hair while his other pushes one finger into Sand. He’s still a little loose from the night before and Top is quick to add a second finger, thrusting them in and out as Sand lets out breathless little gasps.
Top tightens his grip on Sand’s hair as Top changes the angle of his fingers to mercilessly thrust against Sand’s sweet spot, causing Sand to moan loudly in the quiet stillness of Top’s apartment.
“Please.” Sand gasps out as his erection strains between their two bodies. “Please!”
“Please what baby?” Top whispers lowly in Sand’s ear.
Sand’s thighs are trembling as Top keeps up his assault. “I…ah!...I need…”
“Tell me what you need.” Top demands, licking along Sand’s jaw.
“Ah! Ah! I need to come!” Sand exclaims, hands clenching on either side of his head.
“Not yet. Be a good boy and wait until I say so.” Top thrusts his fingers harder against Sand’s sweet spot, other hand still harsh in Sand’s hair.
Sand’s eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip in pleasure. “Please!”
“Tell me it feels good.” Top demands.
“Fuck! It feels, ah, so fucking good!” Sand is writhing in pleasure under Top, who takes in every twitch and hitch of breath.
“Then come.” Top says.
Sand practically screams as he comes, hands pulling hard at the sheets, come staining his stomach. Top stops his thrusting but keeps his fingers inside as Sand comes and slowly comes back from his orgasm, body trembling. “Good boy.”
Sand gives a lazy smile at the praise and gasps as Top removes his fingers. Top sits up and leans back, yanking his shirt off and throwing it to the side, pants following, until he’s naked and hard. Sand, eyes glassy, stares across Top’s naked skin and licks his lips. Now it’s tops turn to smile as he reaches under that same pillow and pulls out a condom, tearing it open and rolling the condom on.
This sparks some energy from post-orgasm Sand. “Wait-”
But Top is back over Sand, throwing Sand’s gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, and plunging inside Sand. Sand yells and arches his back, overstimulated from his own orgasm.
Top pauses to tap Sand on the cheek until Sand opens his eyes. “Remember to be good Sand. Keep your hands where they are and only come when I tell you.”
Sand’s eyes swim with tears, Top’s full hardness inside his sore and sensitive body. “Okay.”
It’s all the permission Top needs to pull almost fully out and thrust back in with enough force to shove Sand forward a few inches along the silk sheets. The pace, like last night, is hard and unforgiving. Top drinks in Sand’s moans as he chases pleasure in the warm heat of Sand’s body. Sand has tears of pleasure trailing down his cheeks and Top is amazed at the fact that Sand is pretty even when he cries.
When Top feels his own orgasm building he tells Sand. “Come for me now.”
And Sand obeys, coming for the second time that evening, while Top is thrown over the edge by Sand tightening around him in the midst of his orgasm. Top eases himself out of Sand to once more tie off and discard the used condom. Sand is breathing deeply against the sheets, hands still on either side of his head. Top strokes Sand’s cheek gently before grabbing his hands and carefully moving them away from Sand’s head.
Sand slowly opens his eyes, hair a mess and face covered in tear tracks. “Fuck.”
“Did I make you feel good?” Top is proud of the teasing note he manages to summon so Sand doesn’t realize how important it is to Top that he made Sand feel good.
“God yes. Thank fuck you’re a douchebag who actually knows what he’s doing.” Sand’s voice is hoarse. “How’s your shower?”
Top chuckles. “Fancy.”
“Good.” Sand slowly sits up and stretches, arms reaching toward the ceiling, before he swings his legs over the bed and unsteadily stands up.
“Want some company?” They are, after all, both covered in sweat but only Sand is also covered in come and tears.
“I don’t think I can go for a third orgasm.” Sand says but Top gets the feeling he’s lying. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Sand disappears into the bathroom, pert ass a nice view until the door closes, leaving Top alone in his room. Top lies back against the mattress and sighs in bliss. Fucking Sand feels fucking amazing, better than Top has had before, and he’s had a lot of people.
Sand is only in the shower for a few minutes before he comes out in a small cloud of steam, hair wet and naked skin damp as he climbs back into bed and settles on his side. Barely daring to breathe, Top lies down behind Sand and once more wraps his arms around Sand’s waist. He hadn’t had to ask. Sand could have made Top ask again, or made some snarky comment but instead Sand had shown once more that steady kindness and simply gotten into bed without a word.
Top falls asleep quickly, already formulating in his head how he’s going to ask Sand out tomorrow.