Chapter 5 Four

• Tony shouldn't have followed him.
• But he did.
• He didn't know what came over him.
• ‘It was.. an impulse.’
• No.
• ‘Alright,’ he admitted.
• He saw something pretty.
• So, naturally, he followed.
• ‘I’m trash alright.’
• His hotel room keys jingled in his back pocket.
• An expensive bottle of wine hung lazily from his left hand.
• The one he’s been nursing since morning.
• ‘I feel like trash too. This feels shitty.’
• He took a long swig.
• Letting it burn down his throat.
• Wine dripped down his chin.
• He wiped it off with the length of his forearm like a savage.
• Then he drank again.
• ‘What am I even going to say? Do you wanna sleep with me?’
• That’s too direct.
• But it could work.
• Or not.
• Still arguing with himself, he pushed through the door of the bar.
• There was a shift in the air.
• Even half drunk, he felt it—the tension.
• It’s crackling just beneath the surface.
• And even though he knew that the pretty little thing he saw earlier was right there at the counter—in front of him—he chose to scan the room first instead.
• Old habits.
• For being a CIA agent for so long.
• ‘Well,’ he corrected. ‘Ex-CIA agent now.’
• He was free again
• Just like before.
• Before all the rules.
• Like how he was used to.
• ‘Hmmm..’ he quietly observed.
• He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes.
• ‘What's with the tension..’
• Still looking around—but his peripheral vision—was locked, and already dissecting the two men in black suits.
• ‘They haven't noticed me yet?’
• Then his attention drifted.
• To the pretty stranger at the bar.
• ‘I was right,’ Tony grinned.
• ‘He has a round ass.’
• Then the stranger moved.
• Knocked back his drink in one smooth gulp.
• ‘Atta boy.’ he cheered.
• Then the pretty stranger wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
• ‘Hmm…’ Tony tilted his head again.
• ‘Does he have a wide mouth?’ he pondered.
• ‘I wonder if I can shove my dick all the way in, just once, without tearing his mouth.’
• Tony stiffened at the thought.
• ‘Shit.’
• Then his eyes met the pretty stranger’s eyes.
• Violet locked onto silver ones.
• And in that instant, Tony can already tell, something had connected him to the stranger.
• A strong bond.
• Something primal.
• Magnetic.
• Something that can’t be easily broken.
• ‘And frankly, it didn't bother me that he was also a man.’
• ‘He could pass for a girl,’ he reasoned. ‘Almost.’
• Alcohol was clouding his mind.
• Then the pretty stranger opened his mouth.
• “You’re here..”
• ‘His voice. Fuck. It sounded silky.’
• Tony’s cock twitched.
• “Alessandro!”
• ‘Huh?’
• ‘Huhhhhh??????’
• ‘Who the fuck is Alessandro?’
• Tony froze.
• His hard on took a direct hit.
• Making it limp.
• He tried to feel if there was someone behind him.
• But there was none.
• And the pretty thing was looking straight at Tony.
• ‘I’m Alessandro?’
• What a pathetic name.
• Then his eyes flicked back to the two suits who finally noticed him.
• They started to stand up.
• But the pretty crazy thing was fast.
• He reached Tony in a blink.
• Hooking his left arms to Tony’s right arms.
• “Let's go!” the stranger demanded.
• Tony caught the scent first.
• ‘He smelled fucking divine.’
• Tony was instantly hard again.
• And the stranger’s body?
• Soft.
• So warm.
• So inviting.
• Then the stranger slowly lifted his eyes to Tony’s.
• ‘Those goddamn violet eyes are pleading.’
• Tony feels amused at the situation.
• He raised the wine bottle and emptied the rest down his throat.
• His lips were dry.
• His mouth was dry.
• ‘I’m thirsty.’
• With wine or something..
• He didn't know.
• “Hah.”
• He burped. Loudly. Proudly.
• Shamelessly.
• “Are they bothering you, babe?” Tony asked.
• Playing along.
• He felt like a fucking hero in that moment.
• A hero that would like to ravage the damsel in distress.
• “Let’s go…” the pretty boy was begging him.
• ‘Will you beg me like that too once I stuffed my cock inside your mouth?’
• “Pfft..” he chuckled with his dark thoughts.
• ‘God, I'm disgusting.’
• He's really a bastard.
• “Wait…babe? Are you in a hurry to jump in my bed?” he teased.
• “Let little Alessandrino here clean this up for you babe…”
• ‘Little? pfft!’ he nearly burst out laughing.
• ‘You won't be able to walk on your own once I'm done with you.’
• “Trash everywhere…”
• ‘Like me. The trashiest of all.’
• Then, Tony suddenly felty a fang of danger.
• It slithered in the air.
• He saw in the corner of his eyes that the two men in black are pulling something behind them.
• He didn’t flinched.
• ‘Probably a gun.’
• The pretty stranger’s eyes widened.
• ‘What amazing sight.’
• “I’m crazy..” Tony whispered.
• ‘Will your eyes go wide like that while I’m fucking your throat?’
• Tony smiled.
• Then—
• Chaos.
• **
• The next day..
• Tony woke up to the stench of wine, sweat and sex.
• The sun stabbed through the balcony that he forgot to close last night.
• It felt like a goddamn spotlight from God himself.
• He groaned.
• His head throbbed.
• His body?
• ‘Felt fucking great.’
• The bed beside him was empty.
• Cold.
• Sheets were tossed.
• Gone.
• He rolled over and stared at the mess.
• Clothes scattered.
• “Mine," he groaned.
• It’s his blasphemous orange Hawaiian shirt.
• Wine bottle tipped on its side.
• The contents are spilled.
• His belt, torn.
• “...Shit.”
• He sat up.
• Wincing.
• Tony knew that he was a complete animal in bed.
• But last night..
• He was a complete monster.
• The memories came in flashes.
• His mouth on the pretty stranger’s throat.
• Biting.
• Sucking.
• Fingers tugging his hair.
• A breathless laugh.
• Then violet eyes looked at him from below while he unleashed his savageness.
• How soft his lips were!
• He can still feel it down there.
• And those eyes even cried!
• He remembered he was even whispering lewd words to his ears.
• Cheering the pretty stranger while he was sucking Tony off.
• He groaned again.
• But this time, not from the headache.
• He rubbed his face.
• Grinning into his hands.
• “God. I’m the trashiest bastard alive.”
• Then a phone rang.
• But he ignored it.
• Too busy remembering what happened last night.
• ‘That was the best sex I ever had in my entire life! Who knew that a man’s hole was that tight. And oh.. how it gripped my cock...
• The phone rang again.
• ‘Shit.’
• It’s his satellite phone—next to his wallet—
• Tony stopped.
• His wallet was gone.
• “Shit!”
• And the worst part?
• He forgot to even ask for his name.
• Again.
• ***
• (Dedicated to Miss Martha Cecilia)
• (I borrowed her character's surname- Santa De Leones)