🔞 HIGH 🔞 [Yaoi]

"Getting lost on you, yeah you said I could...."

Justin

     Drinks raised and waved in the high, loud upbeat music stimulating the pulse, low lights, bodies against bodies in a sensual rub--that is exactly what Justin had been craving for the past week. These are his people, the loud, not so sober kind he enjoys the favored wild sensations with. He is currently in his element, his wanted peak, his needed release.

    Feeling strong hands wrap his sides, fingers poking through the thin fabric of his shirt against his hip bones as the man behind him began to press himself on his back, they moved along the slow rhythm of the music being played.

    He released a soft rumble of laughter in his throat, pressing himself back and wiggled his excitement against the man, raising his hand back to reach for the other's hair.

     "Damn, you're so fucking sexy." The man behind him muttered as he leaned closer to Justin's bare neck, kissing a few times before leaving a teasing bite against the soft flesh.

     Justin released a moan, blush finally creeping on his face as he made a turn to see the other's face. He was around a good seven inches taller than the gay boy, striking brows and eyes, sexy jawline, fuck, speak for yourself mister, you're fucking sexy.

     A smirk crept on the side of his lip as he placed an extended arm on the man's shoulder, his other hand tracing the man's sexy lips and the man obliged with lessening what small remains left of the distance separating them and claimed his lips. Justin surrendered by opening his mouth to give the other man some reign, tongue against tongue with the dirty exchange of lust through lips strong with the taste of liquor.

     Moments later, they parted for much needed air and Justin huffed, smile more apparent with his hair a mess. "Want to go somewhere?" The stranger finally murmured, his lips rubbing against Justin's with every word and came a light press of their lips.

     "Yes," Justin released a gasp the moment the other's hands slid down from his hips to the curves of his ass, cupping them against the tight fabric of his jeans and giving the fleshy globes a nice squeeze.

      "Mhmm, I wouldn't take no as an answer anyway." The other let out a grin, his eyes not lying once of his intentions with Justin, he shuddered.

     They pushed through the ocean of sweaty bodies to the bar, getting first one last shot in their system before heading to the fire exit. Of course, led by the stranger escorting him with a firm grip on the elbow, steering him across a group of people at the sides drinking and laughing through their blurred conversations.

     Justin was brought to the back of the club and into the not-too-narrow-not-too-wide alley where the neighboring buildings keep their trash and--ugh, hell this stinks--the man turned on his heels, pressing their bodies tightly against each other into a forced kiss.

      He moaned into the man's lips, his tongue forcing entry into Justin's and he almost immediately surrendered, letting his mouth gasp open.

     The intense kisses and groping continued with the man pushing himself harder against Justin's, making their bodies move steps back into the wall of the next building. But before Justin even realized--before he managed to free himself of his dazed lustrous throughts, he was already pushed against the wall, face front and held in place into the Ugh... Wait is this moss? What the--- this is hella disgusting-

     He heard the man release a grunt and he turned to him almost with pleading eyes that he didn't like their location, but the man was already unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

    Eyes widening in shock and horror, his face went pale at the sight, his wanted scream got stuck at the back of his throat and he almost choked. Is he seriously planning to fucking fuck me in this alley?---

     "H--" he tried again, but no words seem to escape his suddenly dry throat.

     "Oh baby," the other shoved his hand through the hem of Justin's shirt, pushing them further into his chest pinching a nipple. Justin released a disgusted grunt at what earlier seemed to be shamefully pleasurable, and he pushed himself forcibly off the wall and into the man making him take a few steps backward.

     Justin put out a scandalized look, his grip on his clothes scrunched into what he believed to be a defensive pose against his privates.

     The man's surpised face almost turned to a growl as he pused Justin by the shoulders. "What the fuck's wrong with you dude?! Thought we both agreed to a quick fuck?" The man exclaimed to an almost roar, gripping Justin's collar with a fist as he was pushed once again into the moist wall. Justin let out another disgusted grunt at the feel mixed with slight pain before his focus returned to his neck as he was choked.

     "I didn't expect to have sex in a fucking alley you assho--" before he could finish, the grip the man had on his collar was moved to his thin neck, the pads of his fingers digging on the sensitive muscles and choking him.

     "This could have been a nice experience if you weren't all bitchy-" the man glared, his face scowling and breath putrid as it landed on his face with their close proximity.

     He sucked in a deep breath and spat at the man, his grip loosening for moments while he wiped his face with his free hand. Justin let a smug smile show in his face but as the stranger went to look back at him, the color of his face began to fade with the much stronger grip the man gave to his fragile neck.

     Justin made choking noises, his fingers going and digging into the hand the man used to choke him in an attempt to struggle and break free but the stranger was far stronger than him.

      "HELP!!" He finally managed to screech after long seconds of struggling, his lungs deprived of sweet, sweet air and he began to lose hold of his conscience. His sight blurring into dark. He knew screaming was futile, with how loud the music was from each bar he  knew no one would hear him.

     He let out a strangled cough, his grip on the man's hold on his neck losing their force and his hand drooped against his sides weakly. He doesn't know if the man will beat him to a pulp once he is weak enough or rape him, but he knew then and there that he was a goner.

     The man finally let go of him and Justin gasped to have his lungs supplied with the much needed oxygen, coughing soon at the roughness of his throat and, though still pale, the color on his face slowly crept back with a few spots of red from the surging heat. He weakly landed on the ground, his legs jelly and numb totally from the lack of oxygen. That was until he saw a far larger figure from the corner of his eyes, raising and choking the man in mid-air like how he was treated, but at the same time far from it.

     He screeched as he instinctively backed against the wall he so much hated, curling himself defensively as the larger male threw the stranger's body to the pile of garbage bags and landed with a loud poof. The man's gaze were intently over him, like predator zeroing on their prey as he slowly approached.

     Justin's already hurried heartbeat pounded louder, his grip over his body warily tightened and he closed his eyes in his fear that he might get pulverized more than the person before him. Moments later, there was still no signs of an attack.

    He pried his eyes open slow, his gaze still weary as his eyes took their time to land on the man's outstretched hand offered to him. Justin stared at it for a while longer before deciding to take it and as soon as he did, he was pulled up.

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     It had been a week since then.

     After that giant of a man pulled Justin up into his feet not much was exchanged. He tried to thank him, but was caught short when he got dragged out of the alley and into a cab leaving the scene before he could bat an eyelash from how things went fast.

     He was sure of one thing though. His attraction to the man after things have calmed down and he was pulled up to the surface from hell was no lie.

     He thought about it and even went and told his friend from his job, Andrei, that it was destiny! but Andrei burst out and laughed, telling him the guy was just a passerby and "No, I'm pretty sure it is not," with a snigger and a smug on his face. Of course, Justin retaliated with a playful punch to his side which escalated to a full out tickle-war resulting to them getting scolded by the manager of the cafe.

     Sighing, Justin propped his arms on the counter, looking around the close to empty cafe and the people passing by through the large glass windows visible in his line of sight.

     "Think I will be able to see that hunk again?" He muttered as he slumped down on the counter, sighing once again as his lips pursed to a pout.

      Andrei chuckled at his love-struck friend, wiping the countertops and glass displays where they held the pastries for the fresh batch soon to be displayed. "If it is destiny... As. You. Claim. It." he punctured each word with quotation fingers, "then without a doubt yes, you will."

      Justin smiled his light blush at the thought, rolling his eyes to the side where Andrei stood and discovered his friend mocking him with silent laughter. Justin gasped, his face shifting to a joke excuse of scandalized and Justin elbowed him with a pout. Andrei's laugh came out louder the moment he saw it.

     "I hate you!" Justin muttered under his breath, not meaning what he said but of course, they both were close enough to not take offense at the statement.

     "Aw hun, I love you too," Andrei wheezed, using the countertop to balance himself and wiped a tear away.

     Justin grumbled something about not hanging out with him in their next day off while Andrei's daddy was away when the bell on the door rang when it opened.

     Nothing needed to write home about happened and the closing time finally drew near. They started cleaning while waiting for the remaining customers to stand and walk away so they can finally close shop and that was it. They finished up quickly, secured the place, gathered the last pieces of pastries left which were always given to the staff handling the front and went to thank the manager and owner and give him the keys. The older man simply waved them off with his usual big smile and they went out. This day totally falls on the normal list.

     As part of their routine, the two males headed out through the back door into a cleaner, more well maintained alley unlike the one from that night at the bar. The owner cleans the place and keeps it as a garden especially since it was the dead end, meaning no one passes through here except for the staff going out into the streets. He was glad that the owner treats the place like this, and he wished most owners did the same.

     "About our next day off..." Andrei trailed off as they were about to exit the alley and into the streets. "Daddy somehow bought me a new stack of movies--"

     Justin froze in place as he saw a familiar figure standing on the corner, cigarette stick on hand as he puffed out a mouthful of smoke while a trio of smaller men was in front talking to him. Justin didn't panic seeing they weren't in a fight or anything but the man his gaze focused on was so familiar his jaw dropped.

      Andrei stopped his tracks the moment Justin halted and he followed his friend's pointed stare. When his eyes managed to decipher the picture his eyes widened in fear. "J-Justin...?" He leaned in a whisper, thinking they can still get away so long as they keep quiet and go back to the back entry of the cafe.

     Justin, once again in his daze, gulped the knot on his throat, his eyes not blinking as he unconsciously started moving to where the man stood. Andrei wanted to stop him but the men's gazes landed on them instantly and he froze. "J-Justin! Get back here!" He whispered-screamed, worried about his friend but still frozen in place.

     Justin stopped as soon as he stood a step away from the large male and he lowered his gaze to him with a glare. Justin gulped once again.  "What?"

     "Hi." He squeaked, covering embarrassingly his mouth at the indecent noise the moment it escaped his lips. The trio guffawed at him, holding their hands on their stomach and batting their hands on each other's shoulder when the largest man in the alley glared at them to be quiet.

     The man's gaze fell back on him and Justin jolted in place. He raised a thick brow at him. "Don't make me ask the third time, what do you want?" There was a warning tone in his voice, but instead of fear it only sent a shiver up Justin's spine, gooseflesh rising along his nape and arms.

     "Fuck me, please." He begged in almost a whisper and he knew at the back of his mind that Andrei's mouth just popped open in disbelief but he was too occupied with the god-like man in front of him.

     They stared at each other for a few minutes then the man pushed himself off the wall and turned to fully look at him, arms crossed on his chest and somehow along the way, he put out the cigarette he was puffing.

     "Are you fucking serious?" His voice deep in almost a snarl but hell if Justin didn't find it sexy.

     He lowered his head, still looking at the man through his lashes. His feet felt like they were about to melt with how intense the man was looking at him and he found himself squirming at the spot. Those eyes... Damn it, this man will be the death of me but fuckkkkkk, if he is then I'm more willing to commit--

      Justin licked his suddenly dry lips, shoving his hands in his pockets and gave him a nod.

      The man continued to glare at him, eyes burning in half-mast in knowing observation. "Fine, my place then..." He growled and dismissed the trio who soon bowed to him before he went out to the streets.