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Pai’s almost tempted to take pity on this cute boy clearly worried for his friend.
Don’t worry, he could say, Payu wouldn’t step in if he didn’t intend to help. Your friend will get out safely.
He could be nice, but this quiet, golden-eyed boy is radiating prickliness, and the quiet ones who invade places like this, they don’t do it to find nice people, people who speak sweet words, who lead them by hand to a nearby café to talk the night away.
Too skinny, this boy is.
Trying to keep his sigh in, he thinks, Guess you were right, Mom. The days of wanting more are coming. Maybe I’ll let you set me up soon.
If she doesn’t kill him for this. What he’s about to say, she might literally disown him if she ever found out.
“But do you know outsiders aren’t allowed to enter the venue? Which means an intruder like you isn’t allowed to leave.”
As expected, hot, challenging eyes meet his. “What do you want?”
Through the pointed silence and eyes sizing him up, he finds he’s missed this. It’s been a long time since anyone gave more than automatic consent or made it clear the answer was a firm no.
Finally, he’s grabbed, and, “Just take what you want,” is the almost sullen order.
The kiss starts tepid, but he finds a spot near a tooth with his tongue, and that gets a reaction.
Gentle pokes cause tightened hands around his arms, and rolling his tongue up to stroke with the back of it causes moans, hard to bite back when someone’s tongue is in the boy’s mouth, and attempts to press skin-against-skin.
Then, he’s pushed, and dazed eyes don’t quite meet his. “Too much.”
“Ready to get out of here?”
Letting out a sigh, the boy nods.
…
In the car, the boy’s phone dings, and taking in the relieved slump, he knows it must be the friend Payu handled.
You’ve had your fun, Pai, goes through his head. Don’t go any further, or Mom will find out for sure.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected when she caught him and a boarding school buddy literally in his closet (no one in the family is ever going to let him live that down), but she’d been more disappointed the buddy wasn’t a boyfriend than anything else.
This had been followed by numerous lectures, books, and movies making it clear what he must always and musn’t ever do when it came to alcohol, safe sex, honesty about intentions, and making sure to stay on the side of the line where unquestionable consent is in place.
It’s not like this stony boy would take to being courted. For all he has an itch for danger, for the excitement that comes with it, his eyes make it clear he’s unimpressed, disdainful, of people like him and Payu.
Might be a problem if Payu is serious about that loud, light-haired boy, but it won’t be his.
Parking, he gets out, and following suit after a moment, the boy is tense, curled into himself.
Definitely a first-timer, then. Likely not a virgin, not with the way he responded once he did to the kiss, but whatever him and his friend had planned when they snuck in, they failed miserably; finding someone to go to bed with likely wasn’t on this boy’s agenda.
Well, at least, he had the app that his secretary ‘accidentally’ deleted reinstalled.
“This was fun,” he says. “Or it was for me. Be careful; it’s not hyperbole to say most people at such places aren’t as nice as my friend and I.”
Startled, beautiful eyes catch his, and he wonders why he feels so pitiable.
Because, he’ll likely never see them again, he realises.
“I don’t know your name or your friend’s. Here.” Grabbing the boy’s hand, he presses the prepaid card into it. “This will get you one cab ride to anywhere in the district. There’s an all-night pub down around the corner. If you see a tall waitress with frizzy hair, tell her P’Pai sent you. A skinny boy like you, she’ll give you something hot to eat and something non-alcoholic to drink on the house. Just don’t piss her off. They have a broom there she can and will use.”
There’s a hint of amusement as eyes study him.
“Yeah, I’m serious. I’ve seen her do it.”
“Why?”
He doubts the boy is asking for the story of why P’Shy chased several grown men out with a broom.
Shrugging, he smiles, and the boy reacts by managing to send his prickly feelings through the air without saying a word.
“Guess you’ll never know. At least, not without a different sort of payment. For tonight, though- thanks for letting me kiss you. You and your friend made things interesting. But stealing a kiss is as far as I should go. Just know: I won’t protect some nameless boy, no matter how much I like his eyes,” and the boy actually makes a brief movement as if he was going to reach up to said eyes, “if he manages to get caught at one of my races again.”
Turning, he heads in, and please, please, please-
A hand grabs his, and he’s turned around.
“I don’t like owing anyone,” is almost spat through gritted teeth.
He saw affection for the boy’s friend. It’d be nice if this boy could like him just a little instead of- hot eyes hold him in place, part of him is screaming to look away, and the fingers are staying on safe areas of his body, but their trailing touch is anything but innocent.
“This is your choice,” he says. “Whether you like owing someone or not, you can walk away. I won’t waste my time trying to track you down to collect.”
“Choice, mistake-” Making a funny motion with his hands, the boy grabs him, and this is far better than the kiss at the race. “I’ve made worse. If you want me, take me to your room now.”
He does.
…
He definitely didn’t take some boy’s virginity.
It’s not a surprise to see the boy left the prepaid card behind.
He wonders if he could get the boy’s name and possibly phone number from Payu. If that boy’s friend is Payu’s…