ALAN
“You look like sh*t”. Tor says, as he walks in. Alan closes the apartment door behind himself. “Hello to you too friend”, the banker scoffs in a sarcastic manner. His friend turns around and looks him up and down.
“What happened to you?”, Tor asks. Alan tries to think of a story he can make up. “Just… work”, he mumbles. Which is technically not a lie. But the fact, that Alan has been losing sleep over that one client, is something Tor doesn’t need to know. His friend turns to the banker on one heel. “Let’s go to Beats”, he suggests enthusiastically. It’s where the two friends met a few years ago, and since then been their number one go-to club. Alan rubs his eyes. “I don’t know. I’m not really in the mood.” God why didn’t I just say something?, the banker thinks. He has been regretting that night and his missed opportunity to ask Gaipa out on an actual date all week.
“Come on, when was the last time we went out?”, Alan’s friend whines.
The banker points at his schedule, hanging on the wall, packed with appointments and meetings. Tor rolls his eyes. “Because you’re always working!”, he waves his finger at Alan. “You’re taking the weekend off. Come on!” Despite the groans of protest, he shoves his friend towards the bedroom. “Get dressed, we’re going to the club. No excuses!”
Alan knows, why he doesn’t like coming here. Half of the people are already rat-arsed, dancing and grinding on each other, the air is puffy and it’s crowdy and dark. Thankfully, the banker doesn’t have trouble looking over the crowd’s heads, due to his height. Tor already disappeared somewhere with a random girl. Alan settles down at the bar and orders himself a drink.
He scans the room.
There’s a group of younger guys, taking turns drinking out of a funnel hose. The banker shakes his head with a smile. Been there, done that, he thinks to himself.
He continues to observe the scene in front of him. The young man has been here a bunch of times, especially after him and Wen broke up. Alan even tried to talk to some people, made out with one or two guys. Just to forget this hollow feeling inside. To fill this empty hole, that still feels heavy in his chest. But there’s nothing, that could make him feel whole again.
Alan has stopped trying.
Then he spots him.
There he is, dancing with a group of girls, looking as beautiful as always.
The banker contemplates on what he should do.
Just go up to him and say hi? Would it be weird to… talk to him here in this setting?
It's extremely unprofessional, that’s for sure. It’s already bad enough, that the banker has had these unholy thoughts about the man, ever since he met him. Nonetheless, Alan’s eyes stay fixated on him.
Deep down, the young man knows, he wants more, than what they have right now.
It would be highly inappropriate.
He really shouldn’t…
f*ck it
The banker downs his drink and slams the glass on the counter. He slowly moves through the crowd towards the dancefloor.
The other man hasn’t noticed Alan yet, so the banker approaches him from the back, carefully placing a hand on his hip.
“Khun Alan, you’re here too?” Gaipa asks surprised as he turns his head.
His smile is so beautiful, so radiant, Alan could melt on the spot. He nods, not taking his hand from Gaipa’s side.
It's risky, Alan knows that. He expects the other man to back away.
He doesn’t. Instead, Gaipa leans into the banker’s touch. It takes the taller a moment to register what is happening. He really didn’t expect Gaipa to react this way. The banker doesn’t complain though. He slowly wraps his arm around the shorter one’s waist. Alan’s stomach feels like, there’s a thousand fireworks exploding at the same time. Both of them still haven’t said much, just letting their bodies talk. Gaipa presses himself against Alan, making the taller inhale sharply. Maybe it’s the liquid courage, or Gaipa’s intoxicating smell, that made him do this. Either way, the banker doesn’t think much as he slightly turns his head, to bury his face into the other one’s hair. With a racing heart, he presses his lips against Gaipa’s temple. Alan has been dying to do this, since he first laid eyes on the beautiful man.
Gaipa turns his head, lips parted as he glares at Alan. The banker doesn’t have much time to regret his choice, because suddenly Gaipa grabs his wrist, dragging Alan to the exit of the club.
After Gaipa guided him into a small alley, Alan couldn’t wait no longer. He presses himself onto the other man, placing his hand on the back of his head, so that one doesn’t hit it the wall behind him. Alan crushes his mouth onto Gaipa’s, kissing him softly, but determent. The taller moves on to trail Gaipa’s neck with his lips, which makes that one gasp in surprise.
I really shouldn’t be doing this, the banker thinks, but doesn’t care enough to make himself stop.
He's a client goddammit.
Alan’s hands find their way to Gaipa’s hips, pulling him closer. The banker groans, when the chicken seller grabs his face, and runs his tongue over his lips. Gaipa tastes like mint and citrus, probably from a mojito. The banker gladly grants him entry. Gaipa buries his hands in Alan’s hair, gently pulling on it, which elects a deep moan out of the man’s throat. His slick fingers trace the hem of Gaipa’s tight shirt. Slowly, he moves the fabric up, Alan lowers his gaze and to his surprise, he finds black writing, sitting prettily on Gaipa’s lower hip. He carefully traces his thumb over the tattoo.
Beautiful.
“Damn right you are”, he whispers, pulling Gaipa into another deep kiss, which makes the young man shiver in surprise. “Do you always talk this much?”, the young man asks in between kisses. Alan can feel him smiling. God he’s so precious. He tries to answer, but is distracted by a pair of soft lips on his neck. The banker’s pants get tighter, as Gaipa grinds himself against him.
“Do you…”, Alan gasps in between kisses. “Do you want to continue at my place?”
“For the record: I don’t normally do stuff like this”, Alan mumbles through the kisses, as the two men enter his condo.
Gaipa pulls away, still holding onto the banker’s face. “Me neither”, he breathes smiling, before pressing his lips against Alan’s. His hands wander, gently caressing Alan’s cheeks and neck. Gaipa finally reaches the hem of Alan’s shirt, opening each button painfully slow.
Alan feels like he’s about to lose it, if he doesn’t get these damn pants off soon.
As if he could read minds, Gaipa gladly grants him this wish and starts fumbling with Alan’s belt. With giggles and kisses the two men stumble to the bedroom.
GAIPA
When Gaipa opens his eyes, he doesn’t recognize the brown curtains above him. The young man tries to sit up, but an unfamiliar weight on his chest is preventing him from moving.
Gaipa turns his head to the side and is taken aback, by the sight, that is presented to him.
He carefully shifts his body, trying not to wake the beautiful man next to him.
The banker is still sound asleep, smiling like an Angel. Gaipa looks at him, observing every little detail of the young man’s face. He reaches out, to carefully touch Alan’s cheeks.
It's such a contrast, to the Alan, Gaipa was able to experience last night. The young man feels his blood rushing south, just thinking about it. It takes a lot of willpower for him to not roll on top of Alan, to continue, where they left off last night.
But Gaipa decides to let the young man sleep.
After escaping from Alan’s grip and getting dressed, he places a sticky note on the bedside table and leaves the apartment for work.
“Last night was priceless! <3”
