Zhan's POV
"I'm sorry," Wang said after a long, heavy silence. His voice was low, almost unsure. "I didn't mean to—" He gestured vaguely with his hand, motioning between us, between what just happened.
My heart cracked, but I kept my expression neutral. I refused to let him see how much that hurt.
"It's not a big deal," I said, inhaling sharply. Then, without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out of the restroom, leaving him there.
The second the door swung shut behind me, I bit back the sting in my eyes. My throat felt tight, and dry, like it was closing in on itself. It wasn't a big deal, I repeated in my head, trying to convince myself. But it was a lie.
It was a big deal.
I had never kissed anyone before. Not like that. Not for real. And Wang—he was my first. And it had felt so much better than I had ever imagined.
For a fleeting moment, I had let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, he wanted it too. That he wanted me. But now, standing here, blinking back the burn of disappointment, I knew better.
I forced myself to push it aside. To shake it off. I had a job to do.
Straightening my posture, I walked back onto the floor, slipping seamlessly into work mode. The music pounded, the lights flashing in a dizzying rhythm, and I made my way to the VIP section, picking up a tray and returning to the table I was serving and I saw Wang sitting there.
I served their drinks, avoiding his eyes, pretending like nothing had happened. I refused to let him see that I felt terrible about what he had done to me.
I refused to let him know that he had ruined me with just one kiss.
As I moved through the club, I reached Dre's table next, stacking empty bottles and gathering scattered glasses. He was watching me, but this time, his usual smug smirk wasn't there. Instead, he gave me a small, genuine smile.
And for some reason, that made me feel relieved.
"I'll wait for you," Dre said simply.
I nodded. I didn't care about anything else right now. I just needed the money.
The rest of the night blurred into routine. Serve drinks. Collect empty glasses. Avoid Wang's gaze. Repeat.
Every time I walked past his table, I felt his eyes on me. I pretended not to notice. I pretended it didn't affect me. But my heart was still racing from that kiss, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, my lips still tingled from the way he had kissed me back.
The way he had held me.
But then he apologized.
Like it was some mistake. Like I didn't matter.
I clenched my fists, pushing the thought away as I made my way toward Dre's table again. The music had died down, and the place was empty. Bottles and cigarette butts littered the tables. I exhaled, feeling the weight of the night settle over me.
He was leaning back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers, watching me with the same lazy amusement he always had. But there was something else in his eyes tonight—something calculated.
"You ready to go?" he asked, voice smooth.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Good." He smirked, tossing back the rest of his drink before standing up. "Let's get out of here."
As we walked toward the exit, I stole one last glance at Wang's table.
He was still there, still watching.
But this time, there was something different in his expression.
His jaw was tense, his fingers curled around his glass. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the way his eyes darkened when he realized I was leaving with Dre.
But he didn't move.
He didn't stop me.
And that—that hurt more than anything else.
I turned away and walked out, stepping into the cold night air.
I slipped into the back seat with Dre. I didn't know who was driving, and I didn't care. The city lights blurred past the window, the weight of the night settling over me like a thick fog.
Dre sat beside me, relaxed, scrolling through his phone. He didn't say much, and I was grateful for that. My thoughts were loud enough.
By the time we pulled up to his apartment building, the drunken guy in the front seat was barely conscious. Dre and his friend dragged him into the elevator, and I followed, keeping my hands shoved in my pockets.
The ride up was silent, except for the occasional drunken mumble from the guy slumped between them. When the elevator doors finally slid open, they wasted no time tossing him onto the couch inside. He groaned but didn't move.
Dre stretched his arms above his head, rolling his shoulders like it had been a long night. "You good?" he asked, turning to me.
I nodded. "Yeah."
But I wasn't.
I wasn't good at all.
I stayed quiet, watching as Dre's friend disappeared into one of the bedrooms, leaving just the two of us in the dimly lit apartment. The air smelled of alcohol and smoke, and my head felt heavy, but I forced myself to stay alert.
Dre walked over to the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. "You sure you're up for this tonight?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with something else—something expectant.
I hesitated. Was I?
I needed the money. That was always the answer. But tonight, something felt... off.
Maybe it was the way Wang had looked at me when I left. Maybe it was the way my skin still burned where he had touched me. Maybe it was the way my chest tightened at the memory of his lips on mine.
But none of that mattered now.
I walked over to Dre, forcing a small smirk. "Of course."
He grinned, satisfied with my answer. "That's what I like to hear."
I took the drink he handed me and downed it in one go, letting the burn numb everything inside me.
A few minutes later, his friend came out in boxers and joined us.
"I'll freshen up and join you guys," I said, my voice steady, but inside, I felt anything but.
Dre gave me a nod, already distracted as he pulled out his phone again, probably texting someone. His friend had collapsed into a chair, scrolling through channels on the TV.
I slipped away down the hall, heading toward the bathroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I was holding. We
I turned on the faucet, splashing warm water on my body. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror—tired eyes, parted lips still slightly swollen from him.
Wang.
I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the edges of the sink. Why am I still thinking about him?
He kissed me. Then he apologized. Then he watched me leave with Dre and did nothing.
I should hate him for it.
But instead, all I could think about was the way his lips had felt against mine. The way he had held me like I meant something.
And now I was here, in Dre's apartment, trying to push it all down.
I let out a sharp breath, straightened up, and wiped my body. Whatever I was feeling I needed to bury it.
With that thought, I left the bathroom and walked back out to join the others.
As soon as Dre's friend saw me, he put his cigarette out and stripped. Dre was already naked and wet.
As I sat on the couch, Dre's friend rubbed his hand over my naked body. In a split second, my cock hardened as soon as I thought of Wang.
Dre's friend thought he was the one making me feel this way.
Can I suck you? Dre's friend asks.
I nodded and he got on his knees and licked my cock up and down teasing me. I made low moans and groans, I pushed my big cock down his throat until it hit the back of his throat. I fucked his throat harshly. I held his head as I thrust inside his mouth making him gag, he could barely breathe.
I took my dick out of his mouth making him gasp for air.
Dre lean in and sucked my nipple while he played with the other one.
I slid my cock back to fucking his throat. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Wang's Pretty warm mouth on my cock and within seconds I pulled my cock out of his mouth, my hot cum fall onto his face and Dre's friend licked the cum that fell on his lips.
"Can we go to the room?" I asked.
Dre and his friend stood up without a word, they walked to the room and I followed them.
Dre and his friend climb on the bed and Dre bends down in submission. His ass is up in the air, his rim visible for both his friend and me to see.
I climb on the bed and look around the bedside table for lubricant and Dre's friend stretched and got one from the drawer.
Lub your dick I say and he did as told and I took a generous amount and put on Dre's entrance.
I guarded Dre to sit on his friend, he shuddered as he sat on his friend's cock and adjusted himself before he started riding and his friend was meeting him halfway. I use my hand to pump Dre's cock and he was moaning and screaming. Until he cum on my hand and his friend's stomach as he rides his orgasm out.
I rubbed a generous amount of lubricant on my hand and my cock prods Dre's rim.
Dre turns to look at me, his eyes shot wide, "You can't be serious. Zhan, you can't do that."
The gentle touch of Dre's friend's hands on Dre's arms interrupted his thoughts. He tugged Dre down, having him bend forward so they could share a kiss. When they pulled apart, Dre's friend spoke with a soft, soothing voice, "You can do it, Dre."
Dre nodded in agreement.
His friend kissed him again, "It'll feel good, Dre. I want to come inside you like that."
Dre seemed to melt at his words but stiffened again when I poked my cock at his already-occupied entrance. His breath hitched, and Dre's friend had to tell him to breathe out. He reached down to grip Dre's cock and pumped, which seemed to help a little. I pushed in, slowly, just my tip, and Dre cried out. The sting from the stretch was overwhelming. It felt impossible.
"Dre, you're amazing," his friend spoke again. He kissed the tears away from the corners of his Dre's eyes. "I missed you so much. I missed touching you and kissing you and holding you."
I couldn't resist rolling my eyes at the dramatic slurry of words, but I have to admit that it was working. I was sliding in with less resistance than before, about halfway before coming to a complete stop. It was tight, almost painfully so.
"Zhan, I-" Dre was a blubbering mess.
"I'm going to start moving, Dre. I want you to come while we fuck you," his friend rasped. He moved his hips slowly upward, and both I and Dre keened. I gripped painfully at Dre's hips to hold him down while we fucked him. We pushed slowly in and out while pumping Dre and we increased the pace with deep thrust. All three of us were overwhelmed by how tight it was, but Dre was unraveling entirely. He came with a loud sob, on his friend's chest. The way his body clenched around us had his friend falling over the edge way too quickly. They both groaned in a broken chorus and clung to each other, trying not to lose their balance as they saw stars.
I was the first to pull out, carefully. Dre fell forward, exhausted and weak, into his friend's waiting arms. His friend immediately set to work, kissing and smoothing Dre's hair and whispering endless praises.
Dre's friend asked with alarm, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Dre shook his head and spoke in broken words. "No- no. It felt great..." and wrapped his arms around his friend and hugged him tight, hoping to convey what he meant.
Good, I sighed and picked up the lubricant to rub on my still-hard dick. I position Dre's friend's ass properly and lub his ass as well and I slid my dick inside him, he moan and hugged Dre tighter as I ram into him like a bull with an anger issue.
I fucked him so hard and he came moaning loud and I am still not close to cuming.
Dre moaned as his friend's warm cum splashed on his ass. He moves and kisses him gently while I fuck him.
Dre sits up gently and sits on his friend's already hard cock. Fuck, he moans loudly as Dre moves up and down on him. They were lost in their world. They were fucking each other with reckless abandon, gasping and moaning each others' names. I was doing my job until both of them came and I stood up and went to the bathroom.
I let the warm water run over my body, trying to clear my mind, trying to wash away everything that had happened. My mind drifted back to Wang, the kiss. Wang's apology. The way he looked at me as I left with Dre.
Why do I even care?
I shouldn't.
Dre knocked on the bathroom door. "You good in there?"
"Yeah," I muttered, turning off the water. I stepped out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist.
When I walked back into the room, Dre and his friend were already lying on the bed, looking fresh with clean sheets, scrolling through their phones. Dre looked up when he saw me, smirking. "Took your time."
I forced a small smile and walked over to grab the short laid on the bed for me. My hands were steady, and my movements were practiced. I had done this before—been here before.
But tonight felt different.
My body was here, but my mind was somewhere else. With someone else.
I tried to shake it off, pushing the thought away as I got dressed.
Dre sat up, watching me. "You're quiet tonight," he mused, reaching for the cigarette pack on his nightstand. He lit one and took a slow drag before exhaling. "Something on your mind?"
I shrugged, forcing indifference. "Just tired."
He hummed, clearly unconvinced but not pushing. "Well, get some rest."
I nodded, slipping under the covers, and facing away from them
As I lay there, staring at the wall, I couldn't stop my mind from drifting back to him.
To Wang.
To the way he had kissed me—like he wanted me.
To the way he had pulled away—like he regretted it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, biting the inside of my cheek.
It's not a big deal, I reminded myself.
It couldn't be.