Miguel couldn't help but get lost and drawn deep into the boy's soft, astonishing beauty, his mannerisms and the way his body moved gracefully as he spoke to the waiter, 'chef kiss'.
It's been a while since he indulged. For the past weeks, it had been from one mission to another. It won't hurt to take a "toy" home for the night, to relieve stress and empty these heavy balls, but something stood out and made him more invested in this beauty.
From the boy's facial expressions, he could already tell that the proposal wasn't pleasant to this little prey, but that didn't surprise Miguel at all; he had seen a lot, a whole lot of people with similar tactics like that.
First, they act like they aren't interested, and then after one night with him, they never stop calling, 'or maybe the boy hasn't seen my face yet,' Miguel thought, because that would explain the reason the boy is playing 'Mr Dignity, hard to get.
And almost as if the universe was sending Miguel's thoughts across the room, the beautiful coy prey averted his gaze towards that direction as their eyes locked briefly.
A dangerous smirk flashed across Miguel's face as he leaned forward, picked up his glass of whiskey, and took a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving the "toy." He watched as the boy leaned over to the waiter, who gave a sharp nod and started towards Miguel.
'That's probably an answer on the way' Miguel thought, with satisfaction, but on seeing the disappointment on the waiter's face, his brows creased slightly.
The waiter, on the other hand, approached with measured steps, a sad look plastered on his heavy face. 'Of course, he was promised a huge tip,' and now it seemed like he wasn't going to get that tip.
"Hmmm-mm!" The waiter cleared his throat, now standing 'not to his full height' just hunched few feets from Miguel.
Miguel didn't say a word, he already knew what the answer was going to be, so he tilted his head slightly in anticipation to hear the theatrical " i am interested", but what the waiter leaned over and whispered to him immediately soured his face and whole expectation.
The shock on Miguel's face knew no bounds; he didn't even spare the waiter another glance. He couldn't afford to, because he felt this sting of shame and embarrassment coldly engulf him.
Meanwhile, the waiter trembled slightly in contemplation, not knowing if he should proceed to ask for his tip, but with the way Miguel's jaws kept popping and his expression kept hardening, the young man didn't need a book to read the room, he gave a slight nod again,and without further waste of their time he stiffly walked away.
Miguel finally leaned back to his seat slowly and quietly, a soft and icy exhale escaping those dangerous lips.
This!,what he just heard, it took him by surprise and again, it was remarkably unexpected, nobody has ever, in his entire existence on earth said 'no' to his barest minimum in such a manner.
He couldn't help but really wonder now!, what and who is this boy?, is he really different or just putting up an act like the others, because not only did this boy say "no" to his 'irresistible' offer, he.....
Miguel shut his eyes , letting the waiters words from earlier ring in his ear like thunder.
" He said, you should give me your order instead, that....that...that you and your fellow malnourished, 'charity case looking' stray dogs look like you need it the most,all bills on him"
"Thank God!, thank God I made this move discreetly"Miguel prayed inwardly,he sure wasn't going to be able to handle the humiliation.
what would his boys think of him?,he could only imagine...., that was when his gaze swept around instinctively only to see that the boy was still looking at him,not with the normal shyness other twinks always looked at him with, or the freaky and naughtiness he was used to, but it was with a heavy grimace,like Miguel was covered in sewage stains.
And to make things worse,this made Miguel very uneasy,it made him suddenly have that urge to impress,to suddenly look hotter than he already is, which was so strange to him, on why he suddenly noticed that a strand of hair was on his face, stylishly confirming his breath was only laced with liquor and not actual sewage.
He gulped down his remaining whiskey, tugged his half buttoned shirt properly, he didn't excuse himself, didn't need to, and none of his boys dared to asked.
just quick glances and everyone went back to refilling their cups and drinking themselves to stupor,while Miguel embarks on an operation to break a stranger's defense for bruising his bloated ego.
At least getting closer to figure out why his heart suddenly has the attributes of a magnet, that kept pulling him closer and closer to this rot-mouthed, tempting, seductive "toy".
"The nerve of men" fedora spat with irritation, as he stared daggers at the man, first he runs back from college because of a guy , and now his back home to rest his head away from them, and here it was, another malfunctioning traffic light with a stagnant red sign.
"What does he take me for, a whore?" he scoffed in mockery as he stared down his outfit, to check if that was what gave off that signal, and finally the man stood to his full height and that made Fedora let out a lazy grunt.
"always the damn!!, hot ones" he remarked and then took a quick sip from the liquid in his cup, letting out an "eiiiishh!!" Sound, licking off the wine he could feel on his soft lips, briefly flashing his glistening white teeth.
Was the man hot?, yes he was, but he was rude and arrogant and not respectful, hard pass!!, "he's already living anyways, better for him" Fedora said to himself as he turned back to the bartender who couldn't hide the concern on his face at that point. 'Fedora was literally talking to himself aloud'
"Don't worry, I won't ask you to make another one" Fedora waved his wrist subtly, as the man breathed out, letting his hitched chest fall.
Fedora just clicked his tongue, coupled with a shake of his head in disbelief and irritation, and without warning, he grabbed a full bottle from the shelf.
"I'm going to take this instead — and head back to my friend", he staggered, wagging his hands towards his friends.
" Stop looking at me crazy, you are not my father, fuck off!" He spat between breaths as he carelessly made his way back, but what came next was a solid collision that sent the world into slow motion. He had bumped into someone and the bottle took a flight and crashed on the floor.
To be continued…..