Four

Tony shouldn't have followed him.

But he did.

He didn't know what came over him.

‘It was.. an impulse.’

No.

‘Alright,’ he admitted.

He saw something pretty.

So, naturally, he followed.

‘I’m trash alright.’

His hotel room keys jingled in his back pocket.

An expensive bottle of wine hung lazily from his left hand.

The one he’s been nursing since morning.

‘I feel like trash too. This feels shitty.’

He took a long swig.

Letting it burn down his throat.

Wine dripped down his chin.

He wiped it off with the length of his forearm like a savage.

Then he drank again.

‘What am I even going to say?’ he pondered.

What does he even want from the pretty boy?

A shocking question arose.

The only thing he can think off—

“Do you wanna sleep with me?’

And that’s too direct.

But it could work.

Or not.

Still arguing with himself, he pushed through the door of the bar.

A bell rang noisily.

Then, there was a shift in the air.

Even half drunk, he felt it—the tension.

It’s crackling just beneath the surface.

And even though he knew that the pretty little thing he saw earlier was right there at the counter—in front of him—he chose to scan the room first instead.

Old habits.

For being a CIA agent for so long.

‘Well,’ he corrected. 

‘Ex-CIA agent now.’

He was free again

Just like before.

Before all the rules.

Like how he was used to.

‘Hmmm..’ he quietly observed.

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes.

‘What's with the tension..’

Still looking around—but his peripheral vision—was locked, and already dissecting the two men in black suits.

‘They haven't noticed me yet?’

Then his attention drifted.

To the pretty stranger at the bar.

‘I was right,’ Tony grinned.

‘He has a round ass.’

Then the stranger moved.

Knocked back his drink in one smooth gulp.

‘Atta boy,’ he cheered.

Then the pretty stranger wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘Hmm…’ Tony tilted his head again.

‘Does he have a wide mouth?’ he pondered again.

‘I wonder if I can shove my dick all the way in, just once, without tearing his pretty mouth.’

Tony stiffened at the thought.

‘Shit.’

Then his eyes met the pretty stranger’s eyes.

Violet locked onto silver ones.

And in that instant, Tony can already tell, something had connected him to the stranger.

A strong bond.

Something primal.

Magnetic.

Something that can’t be easily broken.

‘And frankly, it didn't bother me that he was also a man.’

‘He could pass for a girl,’ he reasoned.

‘Almost.’

Alcohol was clouding his mind.

Then the pretty stranger opened his mouth.

“You’re here..” 

‘His voice. Fuck. It sounded silky.’

Tony’s cock twitched.

“Alessandro!”

‘Huh?’

‘Huhhhhh??????’

‘Who the fuck is Alessandro?’

Tony froze.

His hard on took a direct hit.

Making it limp.

He tried to feel if there was someone behind him.

But there was none.

And the pretty thing was looking straight at Tony.

‘I’m Alessandro?’

What a pathetic name.

Then his eyes flicked back to the two suits who finally noticed him. 

They started to stand up.

But the pretty crazy thing was fast.

He reached Tony in a blink.

Hooking his left arms to Tony’s right arms.

“Let's go!” the stranger demanded. 

Tony caught the scent first.

‘He smelled fucking divine.’

Tony was instantly hard again.

And the stranger’s body?

Soft.

So warm.

So inviting.

Then the stranger slowly lifted his eyes to Tony’s.

‘Those goddamn violet eyes are pleading.’

Tony feels amused at the situation.

He raised the wine bottle and emptied the rest down his throat.

His lips were dry.

His mouth was dry.

‘I’m fucking thirsty.’

With wine or something..

He didn't know.

“Hah.”

He burped. Loudly. Proudly.

Shamelessly.

“Are they bothering you, babe?” Tony asked.

Playing along.

He felt like a fucking hero in that moment.

A hero that would like to ravage the damsel in distress.

“Let’s go…” the  pretty boy was begging him.

‘Will you beg me like that too once I stuffed my cock inside your mouth?’

“Pfft..” he chuckled with his dark thoughts.

‘God, I'm disgusting.’

He's really a bastard.

“Wait… hang on.. babe?”

‘Is it okay to call him that?’

“Can't wait to jump in my bed now are you?” he teased.

“Let little Alessandrino here clean this shit up for you babe…”

‘Little? pfft!’ he nearly burst out laughing.

‘You won't be able to walk on your own once I'm done with you.’

“Trash everywhere…”

‘Like me. The trashiest of all.’

Then, Tony suddenly felt a fang of danger.

It slithered in the air.

He saw in the corner of his eyes that the two men in black are pulling something behind them.

He didn’t flinched.

‘Probably a gun.’

The pretty stranger’s eyes widened.

‘What amazing sight.’

“I’m crazy..” Tony whispered.

‘Will your eyes go wide like that while I’m fucking your throat?’

Tony smiled.

Then—

Chaos.

**

The next day..

Tony woke up to the stench of wine, sweat and sex.

The sun stabbed through the balcony that he forgot to close last night.

It felt like a goddamn spotlight from God himself.

He groaned.

His head throbbed.

His body?

‘Felt fucking great.’

The bed beside him was empty.

Cold.

Sheets were tossed.

Gone.

He rolled over and stared at the mess.

Clothes scattered.

“It’s mine," he groaned.

It’s his blasphemous orange Hawaiian shirt.

Wine bottle tipped on its side.

The contents are spilled.

His belt, torn.

“...Shit.”

He sat up.

Wincing.

Tony knew that he was a complete animal in bed.

But last night..

He was a complete monster.

The memories came in flashes.

His mouth on the pretty stranger’s throat.

Biting.

Sucking.

Fingers tugging his hair.

A breathless laugh.

Then violet eyes looked at him from below while he unleashed his savageness.

How soft his lips were!

He can still feel it down there.

And those eyes even cried!

He remembered he was even whispering lewd words to his ears.

Cheering the pretty stranger while he was sucking Tony off.

He groaned again.

But this time, not from the headache.

He rubbed his face.

Grinning into his hands.

“God. I’m the trashiest bastard alive.”

Then a phone rang.

But he ignored it.

Too busy remembering what happened last night.

‘That was the best sex I ever had in my entire life! Who knew that a man’s hole was that tight. And oh.. how it gripped my cock…'

The phone rang again.

‘Shit.’

It’s his satellite phone—next to his wallet—

Tony stopped.

His wallet was gone.

“Shit!”

And the worst part?

He forgot to even ask for his name.

Again.

**

(This short story is dedicated to Miss Martha Cecilia-one of the greatest Filipino romance author that ever lived. Thank you! (bowing) For all the stories you have shared and written. They are my greatest treasure!)

(PS: I borrowed her character's surname- Santa De Leones. And also some of her characters name!)