Narrator's P.O.V
Ariel gathered himself as best he could and soon walked out of the diner. The city streets were almost always brightly lit and bustling, especially at an hour when the vast majority of people were heading home. After a long, exhausting day of work, everyone just wanted to get to their houses. Since it was the weekend, many were looking forward to their long-awaited rest, or even finally going out to enjoy themselves in one of the nightlife districts. The metropolis's air wasn't the best, and the sound of hundreds of blaring horns could certainly irritate anyone, but Ariel actually liked it. He couldn't explain why, but he really enjoyed the São Paulo atmosphere and felt at home even in the midst of all that chaos.
His place wasn't too far—about a fifteen-minute drive, which translated to a thirty-minute walk. He almost always chose to walk. Strolling through the city gave him a chance to put his thoughts in order. But for some reason he couldn't pinpoint, something felt different today. He could feel it. That sensation he'd had in the shower was still there, following him. It was as if a current of cold air periodically passed through his body, sending shivers down his spine. But they felt good.
He actually liked it; he just didn't understand what it was. Rain must be coming, he thought, but looking around, he noticed it wasn't particularly windy. The sky was practically cloudless, too, which meant it definitely wasn't going to rain. Ariel decided to shrug it off and continued his walk home.
As usual, nearly thirty minutes later, he arrived at his apartment. He tended to walk fast when he was alone, so he always made good time. The boy dropped his backpack on the floor, stripped off his jacket, shoes, shirt, and pants, and headed straight for the couch. He was going to take advantage of his day off tomorrow to finally finish watching his favorite series, but not before checking the news while waiting for his telenovela. He liked to stay informed, even though he hated that the vast majority of it was just tragedy. He felt like his late grandfather whenever he got completely outraged over some absurd news story, occasionally arguing out loud with the TV like an old man. He tried to catch himself whenever he did that, thinking it was weird for a twenty-year-old to act that way, but deep down, maybe he didn't care all that much.
Ariel turned on the TV, relieved to finally be relaxing, but before he could even start looking for his usual news channel, something happened. That same sensation invaded him again, but differently this time. It was stronger. Much stronger. It was almost... pleasurable. He let out a soft moan without even knowing why. It was as if a wave of pure pleasure had washed over him out of nowhere. His body shivered once more. Ariel was losing control. He writhed under the weight of that sensation. He felt like he could climax at any second, even without touching himself.
But maybe... maybe he should touch himself, right?
He began to think he should relieve it somehow. His mind was starting to get foggy, his thoughts blurring, losing their clarity.
Suddenly, the intercom buzzed, forcing him out of that... moment, so to speak. Ariel quickly got up and rushed to answer the device, pulling himself together. After a few seconds, another buzz, and he finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Ari! So glad you're home!" Marcos's voice surprised him. He hadn't even known his coworker knew where he lived. "Can I come up?"
"Sure, of course! I'll buzz you in." He said.
He unlocked both security gates at the front of the building and hung up the intercom, then walked over to his own front door to wait for the other man. Ariel paced by the entrance of his apartment when he suddenly realized he hadn't told Marcos what floor he lived on, let alone the apartment number. The curly-haired boy cursed his own slowness; he'd definitely have to go down and get Marcos from the lobby. He dashed off to find a pair of shorts since he was only in his underwear, but was startled by a knock at the door.
Had he managed to find it?
And that fast?
Ariel rushed back to the door, and looking through the peephole, he saw the Asian man on the other side, which shocked him even more.
How did Marcos know his floor, and more importantly, his apartment number, if Ariel had never told him and the Asian man had definitely never been there before? He had to have known, since he rang the correct intercom to begin with...
"How did you find my address?" He asked as soon as he opened the door.
"You mentioned it to me once, and I never forgot." Marcos shrugged, stepping into the apartment.
"Really?" Ariel was confused. Something didn't seem right, especially since it only just dawned on him that, even if he had casually mentioned his address, he was absolutely certain he hadn't given out his apartment number. Yet Marcos already knew it.
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't remember..." He whispered, more to himself than to the other man. "But... what brought you here? Did something happen?"
"It did. You." He said it in a way that was almost... suggestive?
"Me?! What do you mean?"
"I wanted to spend the night with you, so I decided to come over." He said simply, turning and walking into the living room.
"Spend the night... with me? You? With me?" It was so weird he had to hold back a laugh. He didn't understand anything anymore. It was too surreal to be true.
Marcos just smiled. When they both reached the living room, the Asian man didn't say a word; he just started taking off his clothes, piece by piece, until he was left only in his underwear. Ariel couldn't help himself. He stared shamelessly at the other man as each item of clothing was removed, unable to look away for even a second. It was as if Chen knew exactly the effect he had on the shorter man, moving in a way that captured his attention and teased him. He really did have a magnificent body, not to mention how handsome he was. It was too much for the curly-haired boy to process, so much so that he didn't even question why the man was suddenly undressing. He couldn't even formulate the thought to question it—he was too focused on appreciating how incredibly hot Marcos was!
"I've been wanting to do this for so long, Ari. After today, when I finally found out what I've been dying to know... I don't think I can hold back anymore." The man slowly closed the distance between them.
The proximity felt so dangerous and tempting. He didn't even seem like the usual playful, gentle Marcos...
"What did you find out?" He was feeling it again. That sensation of sheer pleasure, coupled with the shivers, was back.
"Isn't it obvious?" He chuckled. Marcos pressed his body against Ariel's, his hands gripping tightly onto both sides of his waist. "I wanted to know if you liked men. It isn't exactly obvious, you know? You always left me confused, but after today, I finally found out."
The boy was caught off guard once more when Marcos slowly began to kiss his neck. By that point, Ariel was already feeling incredibly turned on. Perhaps much more than normal. Feeling the other man's erection rub against his stomach while his neck was being kissed definitely left him very... hard, to put it mildly. The way the taller man's hands gripped his waist with such force, as if he wanted to dominate him, was deliciously pleasurable.
In fact, everything felt so good. Ariel's shock at the whole situation hadn't completely vanished, but at this point, the only thing left to do was surrender to the moment, right? He saw no way out. Truth be told, he didn't want a way out.
He wanted more, and he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted!