Yours to Keep
Title: Yours To Keep
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Adult Content, Clichés everywhere
Chapters: 1/2
Summary: Painfully single Kris visits a strip club where he lays eyes on a stripper named Tao.
AN: To all of my readers, I'm very sorry that updates and new fics have been so slow lately. Ever since last May, it has been incredibly difficult for me to muster up enough muse to write. The entire Kris situation has been hard on me and Tao's leaving has only added to this feeling. I will continue writing Taoris in the future but most likely not as frequently.
Strip clubs are not what people think they are, Kris reflected as the blond casually took another sip of his beer.
The spotlight briefly flashed in Kris’s eyes as it did a sweep of the seedy club before landing on the brunette grinding on the stripper pole on the stage closest to Kris. The club was near capacity tonight, something that only made Kris feel even shittier about himself. The signature pink lighting gave the room a dim warm glow around the various men seated around the stage or in booths. Kris was currently in a booth slightly left of the center stage. This was Kris’s preferred spot when attending venues under the mask of night as did more often than he’d like to admit. Sitting slightly left of the stage always allowed Kris a perfect line of sight of the stripper while also affording him the luxury of being able to look away if he didn’t care for her. The brunette currently working the pole was not someone who caught Kris’s attention and sighed, taking another swig of his beer.
It was sad to think but this was an average Thursday night for Kris Wu. At age twenty-seven, Kris’s parents had expected him to be happily settled by now. Kris was from the Texas Hill Country where the towns were small, the accents were heavy, and most people of Kris’s classmates had married their high school sweethearts while still in high school. Kris had got out as soon as possible; first heading to school in Austin before getting work in Dallas. Kris had been in the city now for a few years and the dating front wasn’t exactly working in Kris’s favor.
Upon first arriving, women had flocked to Kris. His tall stature, dashing smile, humble southern boy attitude, and head of tussled blond hair instantly drew them in. Kris had been embarrassed at first, not used to receiving so much attention. After all, everyone in Kris’s town had pretty much shunned him when they found out. But alas the women of the big city were as vicious as lionesses in their dating and partying. Everything had been money, money, and more money. Kris had dated an endless parade of spacey blondes harking from places like Los Angeles, New York, or from all corners of Texas. They’d all been the same. Brainless, manipulative, and quick to drop Kris when they became bored or dissatisfied at Kris’s hesitance to drop large sums of dough on them.
But Kris had never truly been into those relationships. They were all charade for him to post on Facebook or to make his parents happy. If anything, it only made Kris hurt even more.
So tonight, like so many other nights before, Kris found himself at a strip club in the seedy part of town. It was not glamorous or filled with many attractive big-breasted women as pop culture likes one to believe. No, instead the women working the stage were nothing particular to look at. Some where painfully thin to point it was off-putting, others were a little larger than most gentlemen preferred, some had tattoos, and some looked like they been working at this hole in the wall for as long as it had been in business.
Kris checked his watch idly, not at all caring that he was still in his business suit, as the men around the stage grappled to stuff dollar bills into the brunette’s thong or bra. It was nearly eleven now, Thursday nights meant Boy’s Night. It was the only reason Kris even came to this dodgy neighborhood. ICON was the only strip club that featured both male and female strippers in the same venue. It gave Kris the excuse if he ever ran into anyone to claim he only went for the women but that wouldn’t necessary cover why Kris only went on Thursdays.
The lighting changed when the clock struck eleven and soon a number of patrons were in motion, grumbling and standing on stiff knees as they took their leave for the night. Boy’s Night Thursdays were a new thing at ICON and Kris knew not all were so accepting of the other sexual persuasion customers who rolled in around eleven. Kris remained where he was seated, busying himself on his phone a few men eyed him when they passed his booth.
“Hey bud.” One of them spoke to Kris and the blond looked up surprised at the interaction. “You might want to clear out of here soon.”
“And why is that?” Kris pocketed his phone and sent the man a glare. The man in question however didn’t catch Kris’s dark look.
“Place fills up with fags at eleven. I don’t know why they’re doing this fag shit on Thursdays lately. It ruins the joint if you ask me.” The man was looking in the direction of the stage where the female strippers were retiring for the evening. Club music pounded overhead in intermission as the venue staff quickly readied for the change in shift.
“Hmm.” Kris hummed, busying himself on his phone again to make it look as if he were texting. “Whatever man. If you don’t like it then don’t come here.”
“What was that?” The man’s attention left the stage and was directed at Kris again.
“If you don’t like it,” Kris sighed, standing up out of the booth to his full height. Kris was significantly taller than this man and he narrowed his eyes, making sure to annunciate each following word, “Why don’t you get the fuck out?”
The man visibly swallowed, neck craned back to fully look Kris over as he tried to assess if it were worth it or not. Kris remained glaring at the man, puffing up his chest and throwing his shoulders back to appear as large as possible. Finally, after a moment’s hesitation, the man decided the fight wasn’t worth it.
“Fucking shit packer.” The man muttered, stepping back and returning to the safety of his group.
The homophobic slur didn’t go unheard by Kris and the blond inhaled sharply, right hand clenching into a fist. He stepped forwards, left hand reaching out with the intent to grab the man’s shoulder and spin him around so that Kris could punch the man right across the face. But before Kris’s hand could even reach the man, another hand grabbed Kris’s wrist and forced his hand down.
Stunned, the blond looked to see the newcomer who had interrupted him. A man, no, a teenage boy stood there adorned with black eye makeup to match his onyx hair. The teen had a surprisingly tight grip on Kris’s arm as the two made eye contact. Dark brown eyes accented by eyeliner watched Kris, communicating something that had Kris’s arm going slack. The boy smiled then, sinuously lips turning up at the corners.
“Let’s not start a fight in here, okay? If you gentlemen have a problem, you can take it outside but not in here.” The boy was directly his words at Kris and the man frowned.
“They were knocking your type, you know.” Kris looked to the entrance doors to see the group of men taking their leave. It was too late now.
“My type?” The boy tilted his head. Kris actually took a moment to look at the boy then, face immediately flushing when he realized the dark haired teen was only in a pair of black leather shorts that were tight enough to leave a formative bulge at the short’s front.
“Yeah. Look I’m not going to be anymore trouble tonight.” Kris put his hands up in peace.
“You’re not leaving?” The boy looked confused.
“I…” Kris faltered. He hated confrontation, especially when it came to matters about his sexuality. It felt weird to talk about aloud as Kris had never had a real chance to confide in anyone. Kris knew he was different. He stared at other men when they walked past him on the street for too long. It had been hard at first growing up in a heavily devout Christian town where town policy preached homosexuals were meant to burn in hell for eternal damnation. Kris had been too scared to tell anyone but nevertheless some classmates had picked up on it anyways.
“I’m not judging!” The boy interjected quickly. He awkwardly rubbed his arm and looked Kris dressed in his work suit over. “I was just surprised. You’re different from our normal customers.”
“I’m here every Thursday and I haven’t seen you here before.” Kris blinked. This was boy was incredibly attractive, Kris felt a little hot from just talking to him. Surely he would have remembered someone like this.
“Oh. Tonight is my first night here actually but I used to work at Crimson Lounge in Oak Lawn.” The boy explained. Oak Lawn was the notorious gay section of the city with plenty of nightclubs but overall was an area Kris tended to avoid. Oak Lawn was a little too… loud for Kris’s tastes. Kris didn’t like to think of himself as closeted but also did not see a need to openly advertise that he was of the other persuasion.
“Why did you come here then? You must have been making better money there than here at ICON.”
“I didn’t like how Crimson Lounge was run.” The boy shrugged simply. “Anyways I have to go get ready soon. I’m the second one out so stick around.”
The boy sent Kris a wink and Kris’s stomach tingled pleasantly.
“Hey what’s your name?” Kris called just as the boy was headed backstage. The boy stopped and gave Kris a shy smile.
“I’m Tao.”
By quarter past eleven, the number of patrons for Boy’s Night Thursdays were still dismal but not much of that mattered to Kris.
Kris was intently sitting in his usual booth, legs spread with his elbows resting on his knees, as he anxiously waited for Tao’s act to start. Icon didn’t have enough male strippers to fill all three stages so all attention was on the central stage with the shiny metal pole at the end of the catwalk.
The current stripper working the pole was one Kris was fairly familiar with. His name was Sehun, he was a runaway, barely eighteen years old, and he gave crappy lap dances as Kris had learned from experience. Still the boy worked the pole, auburn hair catching under the purple and pinks lights of the club. Sehun was dressed in a outfit similar to the one Kris had seen Tao in earlier save for Sehun’s being white. The boy worked his hips, pole firmly planted between each perky cheek, as Sehun rubbed his rear against the metal structure temptingly. The boy’s eyes were half-lidded as he let the audience drink in every taunting inch of his milky white skin.
Kris smirked as he watched some newer customers drool over the barely legal boy. Despite the act he was putting on, Sehun was still too young to partake in the side business that some of the strippers engaged in. The money made in tips was decent but under the table services paid far better.
The lights flashed overhead as the music changed tempo. Soon another figure was emerging from backstage and Kris’s blood pumped a little faster.
Strutting down the catwalk like a model was Tao, clad in black patent leather shorts, in all his nearly naked glory. The boy’s tan skin wore a thin sheen of sweat, glistening and only further emphasizing his impressively cut body. But what really got Kris’s palms sweaty was the long black braided whip Tao was carrying at his side.
Tao approached Sehun, who for the moment had ceased his grinding on the pole, and eyed Tao while wetting his lips. Tao grinned, dark eyes speaking of mischief, as he suddenly cracked the whip off to Sehun’s left. The whip did not actually hit the other male but Sehun made a point of turning his head to the side, grinding back against the pole and moaning in pleasure. Tao repeated the action, cracking the whip to Sehun’s right now, and Sehun tossed his head to the side with a moan once again. This BDSM charade went on for a few moments, Tao holding both ends of the whip above his head, as he grinded his crotch against Sehun’s.
Soon the whip was forgotten all together and the pair wrapped their arms around each other’s necks, staring out at the crowd with ‘fuck me’ eyes, as they gyrated against one another. The sight was sinuous and the small crowd cheered, dollars fluttering down onto the stage as the two boys remained out of reach. While Sehun was all milky innocence in his white shorts, Tao’s dark ensemble spoke of debauchery. Kris found his eyes trained on Tao the whole time, pants growing tighter, as his breathing picked up.
The lights flashed overhead again and the music changed once more as well. Sehun managed to detangle himself from Tao, stealthily grabbing the prop whip off the stage as he took his exit, while Tao assumed center stage. Out of the corner of Kris’s eye, he spotted Sehun making his way into the audience for private dances. The new customers from earlier were clamoring for Sehun’s attention and in the brief moment Kris took his eyes off Tao, he heard a man near him holler in approval.
Kris looked back to the stage, stunned to see Tao fully off the ground, supporting his weight by entwining his legs around the pole, as the boy hung upside down. Ever so slowly, Tao spun around on the pole, both hands fluttering down his body, as his legs did the all the work. In this position Kris was able to see the pure strength in Tao’s legs as they locked tight around the pole and how the material of his shorts strained across his rear. Around and around Tao spun before freeing one leg behind him, arching back as one leg came to rest on the floor and the other remained hooked on the pole. Tao’s groin was totally exposed to the audience now and Kris clenched and unclenched in his hand at his side.
Finally Tao dropped his other leg and came to kneel facing the pole, his backside to the audience. The boy splayed his knees apart and sunk lower to the ground, both hands secured on the pole, as he began humping the pole. His legs flexed, the swell of his rear squeezing out from the bottom of his shorts, as he worked his hips forwards. Tao threw a sultry look over his shoulder, eyes finding Kris in the audience who returned the look with equal lust.
Tao then rose up to his feet again, spinning to face the audience as he mimicked Sehun’s move and began rubbing his rear against the pole. With a dark smirk, Tao crooked a finger in the audience’s direction and Kris swore he was going to lose it in that second. Raising one hand behind him, Tao grabbed hold of the pole, threw his legs open to bare his groin to the world, and began to slowly sink down the pole. The entire time, Tao closed his eyes and appeared to be breathing heavily. It only served to turn his audience on more.
As Tao’s routine went on, all the noise in the club seemed to dull as Kris’s entire world narrowed down to Tao. The blond was not only mesmerized by the boy’s body but also his face. There was coldness in Tao’s eyes that seemed to mockingly stare out at his spectators and look down the bridge of his nose at them despite his profession. Tao was like a distant star, blindly beautiful, but distant and forever out of one’s reach. Kris figured he could stare at this face forever as his gaze trailed from the boy’s feline eyes to the sweet cupid’s bow of his upper lip.
While desire pooled in his loins, puppy love fluttered in his heart. Kris had never felt so strongly about someone so quickly before and he smoothed his pants in embarrassment.
On the stage, Tao was just finishing up his routine and Kris reached for his wallet in courtesy. All around him, men were vying for Tao’s attention and Kris felt a little crestfallen then. The blond pocket his wallet again and slumped back into the booth, shaking his head at his over-eagerness.
What he did not notice was how Tao’s eyes watched him in curiosity the whole time.
Kris didn’t know why he did it but stayed at ICON until closing around two in the morning.
The rest of the evening had been spent at the bar, half-acknowledging the other strippers on the stage while Kris drunkenly conversed with the bartender. Twice Sehun had come over to Kris, pressuring the man to buy a dance but Kris had shooed him away, too focused on watching Tao as he attended to other customers. The dark haired boy had been all flashy smiles to these other men and watching them paw at Tao made Kris’s blood boil.
But now even the bar was closing and Kris grumbled, standing on stiff knees and trying to make his vision focus. The pleasant warm blanket of dulled sense hung over Kris from his innumerable drinks and the blond huffed, frustrated that walking seemed much more difficult than it should be.
“Hey.” The bartender called to Kris but the blond paid no attention as he sloppily made his way towards the door, “Hey bud, want me to call you a cab? You’re in no shape to drive.”
“I’m fine.” Kris slurred, waving the bartender off. “This is no big thing.”
“Buddy, let me call you a cab.” The bartender threw down his dishrag and rounded the bar. “You’re not driving anywhere tonight.”
“I told you,” Kris raised his voice in annoyance when the bartender came closer, “I’m fine!”
“Hey, hey, hey now.” A familiar voice approached them from the left as a gentle hand grabbed hold of Kris’s arm. “What’s going on here?”
“He’s bombed. He can’t drive like that. I was going to call him a cab but he’s being difficult.” The bartender explained but Kris was hanging his head, looking at the floor as he processed the words delayed.
“I’ll make sure he gets home.” The hang tugged on Kris’s arm in a means of leading him towards the exit. “You wrap up here, okay?”
“Alright. But be careful with him. He looks like he’s about to drop any moment.” The bartender warned and the person besides Kris laughed lightly.
“What? What’s funny?” Kris asked, frowning as he tried to make the words out clearly.
“I’m taking you home.” The face that belonged to the voice came into focus and Kris blinked. The young man from before, Tao, stared up at Kris with a sympathetic smile. Gone was the man’s dark eye shadow, except for a few smudges, as his face was fresh and clean. The young man had changed clothing as well and now simply wore a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie. Kris eyed the other over, even in his drunken state, noting how stunning Tao looked even without makeup.
“I know you. You’re Tao.” Kris reached out a hand and brushed the other’s cheek. The young man’s face reddened immediately but Kris had already turned his attention towards the parking lot as they made their exit from ICON.
The nighttime air of Dallas was cool and crisp. While the days of December were normally warm and pleasant, the nights were becoming increasingly cooler. It was a surprising fact to most visitors as they expected Texas to be a perpetual dust bowl of a scorching sun and dry heat. But it was nearly New Years now and the evenings were dropping well below freezing.
The cold was sobering to Kris and he shivered from it, not nearly properly dressed in his work suit and slacks. Tao, on the other hand, had magically produced a hat and gloves that he was tugging on to stay warm.
“Fuck. It’s cold outside.” Kris’s body gave an involuntary shudder and Tao pressed himself close, wrapping his arms around Kris’s left arm.
“Let’s hurry up then. Where’s your car?” Tao began feeling the pockets of Kris’s suit.
“Where’s your car?” Kris mimicked Tao but the dark haired man simply smiled sweetly. Even through his thick gloves, he felt the outline of Kris’s car keys in the man’s pants.
“I don’t have a car. I normally just take the transit but I’m not risking it at this time of night with the likes of you.” Tao fished for the keys and Kris grunted, half-lidded eyes glancing at Tao as a sly grin came across the blonde’s mouth.
“Are you feeling for my junk?” Kris grasped Tao’s wrist and rubbed the man’s hand against his inner thigh.
“Unfortunately for you, not tonight.” Tao’s fingers grazed Kris’s manhood through his slacks and the blond groaned softly. His hold on Tao’s hand loosened and Tao pulled free.
“Ha!” Tao laughed victorious, jingling the keys. “Alright! Let’s get you home.”
“Where are we?” Kris’s speech was becoming clearer but the blond was still heavily intoxicated. The tall man was leaning all of his weight against Tao, practically dragging his feet, as the shorter of the two navigated them through the halls of Kris’s posh apartment building.
“Which apartment is yours again?” Tao said, sounding exasperated as he struggled to keep Kris upright.
“Tao,” Kris rolled his neck so that his head lolled to the side, “Where are we?”
“You said this was where you lived.” Tao huffed; side glancing at the man hanging off of him.
“I do live here. You don’t live here. Why are you here?” Kris asked but Tao did not answer him, continuing down the hallway as he read the numbers on the apartment doors.
“You said 365 when we first got here. Are you sure it’s that?”
“I live in apartment 365 and you live at ICON.” Kris giggled, actually giggled, and Tao found himself snickering despite the heavy load he was hauling.
As the numbers on the doors increased, Tao finally managed to locate Kris’s apartment. Luckily the man kept his apartment key with his car keys so Tao had no difficultly getting them inside. It was when Tao switched on the lights that he had a moment’s pause.
Kris’s apartment was nice. Given the man’s car should have been the first clue, the man was driving a slick Audi A5, and he lived in the nicest part of the inner city. It was Kris’s apartment that really struck home how much money this man had however as Tao took in the shiny kitchen visible from the front foyer and the all white modern furniture of the apartment. In the living room, a flat screen television hung over a fireplace, as a white fur rug adorned the floor.
“Holy crap.” Tao whispered to himself as Kris detangled from the younger and lumbered deeper into the apartment.
“I’m home!” Kris shouted and Tao instantly panicked. He hadn’t expected the man to have a roommate, or worse, a lover. However after a few moments of silence, it dawned on Tao that Kris was more so talking to himself rather than anyone in particular.
“I’m home.” Kris waltzed back into the foyer and grinned at Tao. “So you came here to fuck?”
“I came here to make sure you made it back in one piece.” Tao fidgeted.
On their drive over from ICON to Kris’s apartment, Tao had wondered why he was going to such great lengths to help out a total stranger. Tao had barely known the man for a day and yet here he was volunteering to take care of the blond. Kris had fallen asleep briefly during the drive and Tao had kept glancing over at the man’s sleeping form. Kris was very handsome and judging from his face, he looked like a kind man if that made any sense. Tao knew not to judge a book by its cover but Kris simply looked nice. Tao found it hard to imagine that the man was any different than his first impression of him. Tao had noted earlier when he was breaking up Kris’s fight with those other men at ICON how hurt Kris had appeared but how fired up he was in protecting his sexuality. Kris was an interesting man. He’d watched Tao dance all night, he wanted Tao that much was evident, and yet he had not tried to buy a single dance all night. In fact, Kris had not bought a dance from anyone from what Tao had seen.
“I’m sobering up.” Kris reached out a hand and steadied himself against the wall. “I want to sleep.”
“Okay there.” Tao quickly rushed to Kris’s side and supported him. “Let’s get you in bed.”
“You’re going to take me to bed?” The slur seemed to drop from Kris’s voice as he looked to Tao expectantly.
“Well…” Tao stammered, face burning. “I’m walking you to your bed.”
The clarity seemed to go from Kris’s eyes again as he lethargically nodded and allowed Tao to slowly shuffle them towards the bedroom. Kris pressed himself closer to Tao and began sucking on his neck, tongue flicking out between parted lips to drag against Tao’s quivering tense throat. Tao couldn’t help the small moan that escaped his lips but instantly regretted it as soon as it left.
Internally, Tao was screaming at himself. He’d been working in the escort industry for over five years now, Kris’s pathetic drunken come-ons should have had no affect on Tao, and yet Tao found himself blushing like a virgin. This man was attractive, Tao wasn’t denying that, but was he so starved of sleeping with men who he actually found attractive that Tao would be willing to take advantage of this guy?
Out of the corner of his eye, Tao studied his companion. Kris was exactly Tao’s type with long legs, a muscular build, and thick long fingers with neatly trimmed nails. Tao shuddered at the thought. What was a guy like Kris even doing at ICON? He could go out to any bar or club and get laid.
When they entered the bedroom, Tao discovered that Kris’s room was incredibly boring. The man had next to no furniture save for the large king-sized bed that dominated the room. Kris recognized home, his drunken body pulling him towards the bed like a magnet, as he separated from Tao and collapsed forwards.
“Ahh.” Kris moaned, face first into the bedding. The blond then lay there motionless as Tao lingered the doorway.
“Are you good now? I’m going to head out.” Tao called, rubbing at his arm. There came a muffled response from where Kris was like a gelatinous blob on the bed. “Sorry?”
“Don’t go.” Kris rolled over onto his back, arms splaying out at his sides. “Don’t leave. The party just started. I’m going to make drinks.”
As Kris spoke he tried sitting up, blurry eyes and poor motor skills rendering him unstable as he fell back to the bed. With a look of bewilderment, the blond fell backwards on the bed again, breathing out heavy bursts of air between his lips.
“Alright you’re not even going to be able to get into your pajamas if I don’t help.” Tao sighed, ditching his sneakers at the door.
“Come here.” Tao stood between Kris’s parted legs at the bed’s edge and began tugging off the man’s blazer.
“Now it’s a party.” Kris slurred, grinning up at Tao.
“Yes probably the most wild one I’ve been to yet.” Tao began undoing the man’s button down when Kris boldly reached a hand around to squeeze Tao’s rear.
“Damn.” Kris gave his handful another squeeze. “That’s some ass.”
Tao didn’t even react, rolling his eyes, and continuing carefully undoing each button. The two were within inches of each other. Tao was able to feel Kris’s hot bursts of breath on his skin and the warmth the man’s body was radiating around him as he stood between the blonde’s legs.
“You’re really hot, you know?” Kris continued fondling Tao, hand now sliding between Tao’s legs. A shiver traveled through Tao’s body as he set about neatly folding Kris’s shirt, trying his best to ignore the man’s hand.
Kris’s fingers teasingly traced his inner thigh, moving from rear to front to graze Tao’s balls. Tao’s eyes slipped shut, thighs pressing together to trap Kris’s hand there, as his hips slowly rocked forwards against the friction Kris provided.
“There we go.” Kris’s dark eyes appreciatively scanned Tao’s form, other hand lightly grabbing hold of Tao’s forearm and pulling the stripper into his lap.
“Fuck.” Tao shook his head, arms instinctively coming to wrap around the blonde’s neck as his legs straddled either side of the man. Tao dug his knees into the bedding, trying to leverage himself out from Kris’s lap, when the man stopped him. Kris held tight to Tao’s hips, dragging Tao down into his lap, and grinding the man against the clothed heat that strained against Kris’s slacks.
“Oh.” Tao whimpered, quickly becoming more aroused by the second. Tao looked for a method of escape but soon forgot that idea all together when Kris thrust up against his rear. Tao’s insides tingled pleasantly and the dark haired man gasped in surprise.
There was no denying it. Kris was exactly Tao’s type. Tao could have kicked himself at his stupidity but everything in his body was calling out to this man. Kris’s dark smoldering eyes were trained on Tao’s troubled face with an intensity that made Tao shiver. His large warm hands were cupping Tao’s hipbones, strong fingers digging into Tao’s soft flesh.
“You’re drunk.” Tao tried arguing although the idea of fooling around with the much larger man was becoming increasingly tempting by the minute.
“I want you.” Kris brought one hand and repeatedly traced Tao’s spine. Down and up, down and up, his fingers lazily dragged until Tao’s skin was gooseflesh.
“God why do you have to be so hot?” Tao whined quietly, furiously running his hands through Kris’s hair as he stared at the man’s features.
“Come on.” Kris thrust upwards again, one hand urging Tao’s hips down to meet him.
“I don’t know. You’re pretty drunk.”
“Come on. Come on, baby.” Kris tugged at the hem of Tao’s hoodie, pulling the article of clothing off to reveal Tao wore no shirt beneath it.
The man’s body was tanned and toned. His dusky nipples were erect and Tao shivered again in a mixture of arousal and from the cold.
“Sure you won’t regret this tomorrow?” Tao asked when Kris leaned up and pressed a hot kiss to Tao’s mouth.
Tao closed his eyes, letting their tongues intermingle, exhaling through his nose, as he pressed his body closer. Kris suckled on Tao’s lower lip and the man moaned, cock only growing harder. Then the blond was taking Tao’s lip between his teeth, lightly biting it as he pulled backwards-taking Tao’s lip with him-before letting go. Tao panted, eyes black.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck that sweet little ass of yours since you walked on the stage.” Kris’s voice was deep and rough like gravel.
It was enough of an answer for Tao.
“Oh fuck!” Tao practically screamed, hips slamming backwards as Kris’s cock drilled into him.
The two were in doggy style, Tao balancing on his hands and knees, as Kris kneeled behind him. The man was relentless, never pulling very far back, but width enough to stretch Tao wide when he pulsed his hips forwards again.
“Fuck.” Tao whimpered, dropping his head into the bedding, Kris easily adjusting behind him to the new angle as he continued his savage assault.
Tao’s body jolted with the force of Kris’s thrusts, breathing irregular as the blond nearly knocked the wind out of him, thighs quivering and burning in an effort to not give out and collapse. Kris’s fingers dug into Tao’s hips, anchoring him to the other, as Tao’s neglected cock bounced between his legs.
“K-Kris!” Tao moaned, gritting his teeth as he pressed his forehead deeper into the sheets.
It felt so good. It felt so damn good. Tao felt as if he were on the brink of delirium, mind unable to distinguish if he preferred the thick slide of Kris opening him up or the tantalizing slap of Kris’s balls against his upturned ass as the blond took him like a bitch in heat. Tao shifted, arching his back, trying to draw Kris in deeper.
The man was more than happy to oblige, seizing Tao by the shoulder and maneuvering him around onto his back before plunging into him again.
Tao howled, arms clinging tight around Kris’s neck, legs locking around the other’s back, as Kris huddled closer. The man had wrapped his arms beneath Tao’s back, hands curling around to securely hold Tao by his shoulders, as his cock drove in deeper. The new angle had Kris hitting Tao’s spot perfectly and the younger was nearing a state of delirium.
“Ahh.” Kris puffed, next to Tao’s ear. “You’re so tight.”
“Nuh.” Tao was beyond speech, frantically working his hips so that his leaking cock rubbed against Kris’s stomach. Again and again Kris thrust between Tao’s spread legs, hips pistioning at rapid fire pace, skin slapping, as Kris breathed harshly in Tao’s ear. The pure dominance and aggression of their lovemaking made Tao’s toes curl and relished the feeling of being thoroughly claimed by this gorgeous man.
The force of Kris’s thrusts were steadily working Tao up the bed until the dark haired man bumped his head against the headboard, the entire bed shaking with their pace.
Tao looked helplessly at Kris and the blond growled, hands coming down to grab meaty handfuls of Tao’s thighs as he dragged Tao back towards him simultaneously further impaling him.
Tao moaned weakly, simply laying there and taking it, as Kris held onto his thighs for leverage and continued his assault. Each deep thrust had Tao’s vision going white as his cock dripped messily out across his stomach, body singing in so much bliss that the thought of touching himself did not even cross Tao’s mind. He would come by this man’s cock, Tao decided as he watched Kris move above him.
“Ah!” Tao scrunched his eyes closed in pleasure as Kris hit that spot within him again. “I’m close!”
Kris either did not seem to have heard Tao or simply did not care as he chased his own orgasm as his thrusts picked up pace. Tao arched upwards, trying to find friction against the blonde’s stomach. In the midst of their heated writhing frenzy, Kris reached a large hand up and cupped Tao’s chest. The blond gave the firm pectoral a light squeeze and began kneading at Tao’s nipple. Tao moaned at the stimulation, his own hand snaking down his front to grasp at his leaking cock. Tao jerked himself in fury, eyes permanently closed as he felt the satisfying burn of Kris between his legs in contrast.
At last the sensations proved too much. Tao arched upwards, body frozen, toes curling, expression pained as he came undone. His release shot between the pair, coating Tao’s hand as he milked his pleasure.
Kris groaned as he felt Tao tighten around him and within a few thrusts, he found his release as well. He held Tao’s hips close, unleashing thick ribbons of release within Tao’s body.
The two breathed unevenly for a few moments, each coming down from their respective highs, before Kris was pulling out and rolling off of Tao. The blond collapsed at Tao’s side, eyes fluttering only briefly before he drifted to sleep.
Although slightly disgusted at the state he was in, Tao too was soon overwhelmed by the urge to sleep. Yawning, the dark haired man rolled onto his stomach and resolved to get up in a few hours to make his escape.
Soft snores soon filled the room as both men fell asleep, unconsciously snuggling together for warmth in their nude state.
When Kris awoke the following morning, he had a hangover from hell. The blond sat up in bed, rubbing at his face, and groaning lowly at the headrush. The blinds were only partially pulled on his windows and he glared through groggy eyes at the intrusive light.
“Fuck.” Kris muttered, intending on getting out of bed when he felt something or rather someone stir besides him. A figure lay hidden beneath the duvet, mewling in sleep.
Kris peered curiously at the form, unable to see her face. Kris must have brought someone home last night. That was the only explanation. But what day was it? Kris thought hard and when the realization hit him, he froze in fright. Today was Friday.
“I have work!” Kris scrambled from the bed. Whoever this girl was, she needed to get up. Now was the not the time for soft whispers and morning cuddles.
“Hey,” Kris said, pulling the duvet from the form. “You need to-wait what?”
“Mmm.” A dark haired youth lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Kris. The boy blinked once, then twice, before his eyes became large like saucers at the sight of Kris.
“Oh god.” The young man shot up and looked around in bewilderment.
“W-who… who are you?” Kris gaped, face burning at the stranger’s naked form. Kris could not tear his eyes away from the man’s nakedness and only turned a shade darker when he saw the dried cum on the man’s form.
“You don’t even remember my name?” The man frowned as Kris just kept opening and closing mouth in the struggle to find words.
“No?” Kris’s voice sounded strangely high-pitched to his own ears.
The dark haired man scowled, running a hand through his gorgeous thick hair. The man cocked one hip out, hand resting on that jutting hipbone in a rather sassy manner, as the beautiful man stared Kris down in all his naked glory.
“I’m the guy you fucked last night.”
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Adult Content, Clichés everywhere
Chapters: 1/2
Summary: Painfully single Kris visits a strip club where he lays eyes on a stripper named Tao.
AN: To all of my readers, I'm very sorry that updates and new fics have been so slow lately. Ever since last May, it has been incredibly difficult for me to muster up enough muse to write. The entire Kris situation has been hard on me and Tao's leaving has only added to this feeling. I will continue writing Taoris in the future but most likely not as frequently.
Strip clubs are not what people think they are, Kris reflected as the blond casually took another sip of his beer.
The spotlight briefly flashed in Kris’s eyes as it did a sweep of the seedy club before landing on the brunette grinding on the stripper pole on the stage closest to Kris. The club was near capacity tonight, something that only made Kris feel even shittier about himself. The signature pink lighting gave the room a dim warm glow around the various men seated around the stage or in booths. Kris was currently in a booth slightly left of the center stage. This was Kris’s preferred spot when attending venues under the mask of night as did more often than he’d like to admit. Sitting slightly left of the stage always allowed Kris a perfect line of sight of the stripper while also affording him the luxury of being able to look away if he didn’t care for her. The brunette currently working the pole was not someone who caught Kris’s attention and sighed, taking another swig of his beer.
It was sad to think but this was an average Thursday night for Kris Wu. At age twenty-seven, Kris’s parents had expected him to be happily settled by now. Kris was from the Texas Hill Country where the towns were small, the accents were heavy, and most people of Kris’s classmates had married their high school sweethearts while still in high school. Kris had got out as soon as possible; first heading to school in Austin before getting work in Dallas. Kris had been in the city now for a few years and the dating front wasn’t exactly working in Kris’s favor.
Upon first arriving, women had flocked to Kris. His tall stature, dashing smile, humble southern boy attitude, and head of tussled blond hair instantly drew them in. Kris had been embarrassed at first, not used to receiving so much attention. After all, everyone in Kris’s town had pretty much shunned him when they found out. But alas the women of the big city were as vicious as lionesses in their dating and partying. Everything had been money, money, and more money. Kris had dated an endless parade of spacey blondes harking from places like Los Angeles, New York, or from all corners of Texas. They’d all been the same. Brainless, manipulative, and quick to drop Kris when they became bored or dissatisfied at Kris’s hesitance to drop large sums of dough on them.
But Kris had never truly been into those relationships. They were all charade for him to post on Facebook or to make his parents happy. If anything, it only made Kris hurt even more.
So tonight, like so many other nights before, Kris found himself at a strip club in the seedy part of town. It was not glamorous or filled with many attractive big-breasted women as pop culture likes one to believe. No, instead the women working the stage were nothing particular to look at. Some where painfully thin to point it was off-putting, others were a little larger than most gentlemen preferred, some had tattoos, and some looked like they been working at this hole in the wall for as long as it had been in business.
Kris checked his watch idly, not at all caring that he was still in his business suit, as the men around the stage grappled to stuff dollar bills into the brunette’s thong or bra. It was nearly eleven now, Thursday nights meant Boy’s Night. It was the only reason Kris even came to this dodgy neighborhood. ICON was the only strip club that featured both male and female strippers in the same venue. It gave Kris the excuse if he ever ran into anyone to claim he only went for the women but that wouldn’t necessary cover why Kris only went on Thursdays.
The lighting changed when the clock struck eleven and soon a number of patrons were in motion, grumbling and standing on stiff knees as they took their leave for the night. Boy’s Night Thursdays were a new thing at ICON and Kris knew not all were so accepting of the other sexual persuasion customers who rolled in around eleven. Kris remained where he was seated, busying himself on his phone a few men eyed him when they passed his booth.
“Hey bud.” One of them spoke to Kris and the blond looked up surprised at the interaction. “You might want to clear out of here soon.”
“And why is that?” Kris pocketed his phone and sent the man a glare. The man in question however didn’t catch Kris’s dark look.
“Place fills up with fags at eleven. I don’t know why they’re doing this fag shit on Thursdays lately. It ruins the joint if you ask me.” The man was looking in the direction of the stage where the female strippers were retiring for the evening. Club music pounded overhead in intermission as the venue staff quickly readied for the change in shift.
“Hmm.” Kris hummed, busying himself on his phone again to make it look as if he were texting. “Whatever man. If you don’t like it then don’t come here.”
“What was that?” The man’s attention left the stage and was directed at Kris again.
“If you don’t like it,” Kris sighed, standing up out of the booth to his full height. Kris was significantly taller than this man and he narrowed his eyes, making sure to annunciate each following word, “Why don’t you get the fuck out?”
The man visibly swallowed, neck craned back to fully look Kris over as he tried to assess if it were worth it or not. Kris remained glaring at the man, puffing up his chest and throwing his shoulders back to appear as large as possible. Finally, after a moment’s hesitation, the man decided the fight wasn’t worth it.
“Fucking shit packer.” The man muttered, stepping back and returning to the safety of his group.
The homophobic slur didn’t go unheard by Kris and the blond inhaled sharply, right hand clenching into a fist. He stepped forwards, left hand reaching out with the intent to grab the man’s shoulder and spin him around so that Kris could punch the man right across the face. But before Kris’s hand could even reach the man, another hand grabbed Kris’s wrist and forced his hand down.
Stunned, the blond looked to see the newcomer who had interrupted him. A man, no, a teenage boy stood there adorned with black eye makeup to match his onyx hair. The teen had a surprisingly tight grip on Kris’s arm as the two made eye contact. Dark brown eyes accented by eyeliner watched Kris, communicating something that had Kris’s arm going slack. The boy smiled then, sinuously lips turning up at the corners.
“Let’s not start a fight in here, okay? If you gentlemen have a problem, you can take it outside but not in here.” The boy was directly his words at Kris and the man frowned.
“They were knocking your type, you know.” Kris looked to the entrance doors to see the group of men taking their leave. It was too late now.
“My type?” The boy tilted his head. Kris actually took a moment to look at the boy then, face immediately flushing when he realized the dark haired teen was only in a pair of black leather shorts that were tight enough to leave a formative bulge at the short’s front.
“Yeah. Look I’m not going to be anymore trouble tonight.” Kris put his hands up in peace.
“You’re not leaving?” The boy looked confused.
“I…” Kris faltered. He hated confrontation, especially when it came to matters about his sexuality. It felt weird to talk about aloud as Kris had never had a real chance to confide in anyone. Kris knew he was different. He stared at other men when they walked past him on the street for too long. It had been hard at first growing up in a heavily devout Christian town where town policy preached homosexuals were meant to burn in hell for eternal damnation. Kris had been too scared to tell anyone but nevertheless some classmates had picked up on it anyways.
“I’m not judging!” The boy interjected quickly. He awkwardly rubbed his arm and looked Kris dressed in his work suit over. “I was just surprised. You’re different from our normal customers.”
“I’m here every Thursday and I haven’t seen you here before.” Kris blinked. This was boy was incredibly attractive, Kris felt a little hot from just talking to him. Surely he would have remembered someone like this.
“Oh. Tonight is my first night here actually but I used to work at Crimson Lounge in Oak Lawn.” The boy explained. Oak Lawn was the notorious gay section of the city with plenty of nightclubs but overall was an area Kris tended to avoid. Oak Lawn was a little too… loud for Kris’s tastes. Kris didn’t like to think of himself as closeted but also did not see a need to openly advertise that he was of the other persuasion.
“Why did you come here then? You must have been making better money there than here at ICON.”
“I didn’t like how Crimson Lounge was run.” The boy shrugged simply. “Anyways I have to go get ready soon. I’m the second one out so stick around.”
The boy sent Kris a wink and Kris’s stomach tingled pleasantly.
“Hey what’s your name?” Kris called just as the boy was headed backstage. The boy stopped and gave Kris a shy smile.
“I’m Tao.”
By quarter past eleven, the number of patrons for Boy’s Night Thursdays were still dismal but not much of that mattered to Kris.
Kris was intently sitting in his usual booth, legs spread with his elbows resting on his knees, as he anxiously waited for Tao’s act to start. Icon didn’t have enough male strippers to fill all three stages so all attention was on the central stage with the shiny metal pole at the end of the catwalk.
The current stripper working the pole was one Kris was fairly familiar with. His name was Sehun, he was a runaway, barely eighteen years old, and he gave crappy lap dances as Kris had learned from experience. Still the boy worked the pole, auburn hair catching under the purple and pinks lights of the club. Sehun was dressed in a outfit similar to the one Kris had seen Tao in earlier save for Sehun’s being white. The boy worked his hips, pole firmly planted between each perky cheek, as Sehun rubbed his rear against the metal structure temptingly. The boy’s eyes were half-lidded as he let the audience drink in every taunting inch of his milky white skin.
Kris smirked as he watched some newer customers drool over the barely legal boy. Despite the act he was putting on, Sehun was still too young to partake in the side business that some of the strippers engaged in. The money made in tips was decent but under the table services paid far better.
The lights flashed overhead as the music changed tempo. Soon another figure was emerging from backstage and Kris’s blood pumped a little faster.
Strutting down the catwalk like a model was Tao, clad in black patent leather shorts, in all his nearly naked glory. The boy’s tan skin wore a thin sheen of sweat, glistening and only further emphasizing his impressively cut body. But what really got Kris’s palms sweaty was the long black braided whip Tao was carrying at his side.
Tao approached Sehun, who for the moment had ceased his grinding on the pole, and eyed Tao while wetting his lips. Tao grinned, dark eyes speaking of mischief, as he suddenly cracked the whip off to Sehun’s left. The whip did not actually hit the other male but Sehun made a point of turning his head to the side, grinding back against the pole and moaning in pleasure. Tao repeated the action, cracking the whip to Sehun’s right now, and Sehun tossed his head to the side with a moan once again. This BDSM charade went on for a few moments, Tao holding both ends of the whip above his head, as he grinded his crotch against Sehun’s.
Soon the whip was forgotten all together and the pair wrapped their arms around each other’s necks, staring out at the crowd with ‘fuck me’ eyes, as they gyrated against one another. The sight was sinuous and the small crowd cheered, dollars fluttering down onto the stage as the two boys remained out of reach. While Sehun was all milky innocence in his white shorts, Tao’s dark ensemble spoke of debauchery. Kris found his eyes trained on Tao the whole time, pants growing tighter, as his breathing picked up.
The lights flashed overhead again and the music changed once more as well. Sehun managed to detangle himself from Tao, stealthily grabbing the prop whip off the stage as he took his exit, while Tao assumed center stage. Out of the corner of Kris’s eye, he spotted Sehun making his way into the audience for private dances. The new customers from earlier were clamoring for Sehun’s attention and in the brief moment Kris took his eyes off Tao, he heard a man near him holler in approval.
Kris looked back to the stage, stunned to see Tao fully off the ground, supporting his weight by entwining his legs around the pole, as the boy hung upside down. Ever so slowly, Tao spun around on the pole, both hands fluttering down his body, as his legs did the all the work. In this position Kris was able to see the pure strength in Tao’s legs as they locked tight around the pole and how the material of his shorts strained across his rear. Around and around Tao spun before freeing one leg behind him, arching back as one leg came to rest on the floor and the other remained hooked on the pole. Tao’s groin was totally exposed to the audience now and Kris clenched and unclenched in his hand at his side.
Finally Tao dropped his other leg and came to kneel facing the pole, his backside to the audience. The boy splayed his knees apart and sunk lower to the ground, both hands secured on the pole, as he began humping the pole. His legs flexed, the swell of his rear squeezing out from the bottom of his shorts, as he worked his hips forwards. Tao threw a sultry look over his shoulder, eyes finding Kris in the audience who returned the look with equal lust.
Tao then rose up to his feet again, spinning to face the audience as he mimicked Sehun’s move and began rubbing his rear against the pole. With a dark smirk, Tao crooked a finger in the audience’s direction and Kris swore he was going to lose it in that second. Raising one hand behind him, Tao grabbed hold of the pole, threw his legs open to bare his groin to the world, and began to slowly sink down the pole. The entire time, Tao closed his eyes and appeared to be breathing heavily. It only served to turn his audience on more.
As Tao’s routine went on, all the noise in the club seemed to dull as Kris’s entire world narrowed down to Tao. The blond was not only mesmerized by the boy’s body but also his face. There was coldness in Tao’s eyes that seemed to mockingly stare out at his spectators and look down the bridge of his nose at them despite his profession. Tao was like a distant star, blindly beautiful, but distant and forever out of one’s reach. Kris figured he could stare at this face forever as his gaze trailed from the boy’s feline eyes to the sweet cupid’s bow of his upper lip.
While desire pooled in his loins, puppy love fluttered in his heart. Kris had never felt so strongly about someone so quickly before and he smoothed his pants in embarrassment.
On the stage, Tao was just finishing up his routine and Kris reached for his wallet in courtesy. All around him, men were vying for Tao’s attention and Kris felt a little crestfallen then. The blond pocket his wallet again and slumped back into the booth, shaking his head at his over-eagerness.
What he did not notice was how Tao’s eyes watched him in curiosity the whole time.
Kris didn’t know why he did it but stayed at ICON until closing around two in the morning.
The rest of the evening had been spent at the bar, half-acknowledging the other strippers on the stage while Kris drunkenly conversed with the bartender. Twice Sehun had come over to Kris, pressuring the man to buy a dance but Kris had shooed him away, too focused on watching Tao as he attended to other customers. The dark haired boy had been all flashy smiles to these other men and watching them paw at Tao made Kris’s blood boil.
But now even the bar was closing and Kris grumbled, standing on stiff knees and trying to make his vision focus. The pleasant warm blanket of dulled sense hung over Kris from his innumerable drinks and the blond huffed, frustrated that walking seemed much more difficult than it should be.
“Hey.” The bartender called to Kris but the blond paid no attention as he sloppily made his way towards the door, “Hey bud, want me to call you a cab? You’re in no shape to drive.”
“I’m fine.” Kris slurred, waving the bartender off. “This is no big thing.”
“Buddy, let me call you a cab.” The bartender threw down his dishrag and rounded the bar. “You’re not driving anywhere tonight.”
“I told you,” Kris raised his voice in annoyance when the bartender came closer, “I’m fine!”
“Hey, hey, hey now.” A familiar voice approached them from the left as a gentle hand grabbed hold of Kris’s arm. “What’s going on here?”
“He’s bombed. He can’t drive like that. I was going to call him a cab but he’s being difficult.” The bartender explained but Kris was hanging his head, looking at the floor as he processed the words delayed.
“I’ll make sure he gets home.” The hang tugged on Kris’s arm in a means of leading him towards the exit. “You wrap up here, okay?”
“Alright. But be careful with him. He looks like he’s about to drop any moment.” The bartender warned and the person besides Kris laughed lightly.
“What? What’s funny?” Kris asked, frowning as he tried to make the words out clearly.
“I’m taking you home.” The face that belonged to the voice came into focus and Kris blinked. The young man from before, Tao, stared up at Kris with a sympathetic smile. Gone was the man’s dark eye shadow, except for a few smudges, as his face was fresh and clean. The young man had changed clothing as well and now simply wore a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie. Kris eyed the other over, even in his drunken state, noting how stunning Tao looked even without makeup.
“I know you. You’re Tao.” Kris reached out a hand and brushed the other’s cheek. The young man’s face reddened immediately but Kris had already turned his attention towards the parking lot as they made their exit from ICON.
The nighttime air of Dallas was cool and crisp. While the days of December were normally warm and pleasant, the nights were becoming increasingly cooler. It was a surprising fact to most visitors as they expected Texas to be a perpetual dust bowl of a scorching sun and dry heat. But it was nearly New Years now and the evenings were dropping well below freezing.
The cold was sobering to Kris and he shivered from it, not nearly properly dressed in his work suit and slacks. Tao, on the other hand, had magically produced a hat and gloves that he was tugging on to stay warm.
“Fuck. It’s cold outside.” Kris’s body gave an involuntary shudder and Tao pressed himself close, wrapping his arms around Kris’s left arm.
“Let’s hurry up then. Where’s your car?” Tao began feeling the pockets of Kris’s suit.
“Where’s your car?” Kris mimicked Tao but the dark haired man simply smiled sweetly. Even through his thick gloves, he felt the outline of Kris’s car keys in the man’s pants.
“I don’t have a car. I normally just take the transit but I’m not risking it at this time of night with the likes of you.” Tao fished for the keys and Kris grunted, half-lidded eyes glancing at Tao as a sly grin came across the blonde’s mouth.
“Are you feeling for my junk?” Kris grasped Tao’s wrist and rubbed the man’s hand against his inner thigh.
“Unfortunately for you, not tonight.” Tao’s fingers grazed Kris’s manhood through his slacks and the blond groaned softly. His hold on Tao’s hand loosened and Tao pulled free.
“Ha!” Tao laughed victorious, jingling the keys. “Alright! Let’s get you home.”
“Where are we?” Kris’s speech was becoming clearer but the blond was still heavily intoxicated. The tall man was leaning all of his weight against Tao, practically dragging his feet, as the shorter of the two navigated them through the halls of Kris’s posh apartment building.
“Which apartment is yours again?” Tao said, sounding exasperated as he struggled to keep Kris upright.
“Tao,” Kris rolled his neck so that his head lolled to the side, “Where are we?”
“You said this was where you lived.” Tao huffed; side glancing at the man hanging off of him.
“I do live here. You don’t live here. Why are you here?” Kris asked but Tao did not answer him, continuing down the hallway as he read the numbers on the apartment doors.
“You said 365 when we first got here. Are you sure it’s that?”
“I live in apartment 365 and you live at ICON.” Kris giggled, actually giggled, and Tao found himself snickering despite the heavy load he was hauling.
As the numbers on the doors increased, Tao finally managed to locate Kris’s apartment. Luckily the man kept his apartment key with his car keys so Tao had no difficultly getting them inside. It was when Tao switched on the lights that he had a moment’s pause.
Kris’s apartment was nice. Given the man’s car should have been the first clue, the man was driving a slick Audi A5, and he lived in the nicest part of the inner city. It was Kris’s apartment that really struck home how much money this man had however as Tao took in the shiny kitchen visible from the front foyer and the all white modern furniture of the apartment. In the living room, a flat screen television hung over a fireplace, as a white fur rug adorned the floor.
“Holy crap.” Tao whispered to himself as Kris detangled from the younger and lumbered deeper into the apartment.
“I’m home!” Kris shouted and Tao instantly panicked. He hadn’t expected the man to have a roommate, or worse, a lover. However after a few moments of silence, it dawned on Tao that Kris was more so talking to himself rather than anyone in particular.
“I’m home.” Kris waltzed back into the foyer and grinned at Tao. “So you came here to fuck?”
“I came here to make sure you made it back in one piece.” Tao fidgeted.
On their drive over from ICON to Kris’s apartment, Tao had wondered why he was going to such great lengths to help out a total stranger. Tao had barely known the man for a day and yet here he was volunteering to take care of the blond. Kris had fallen asleep briefly during the drive and Tao had kept glancing over at the man’s sleeping form. Kris was very handsome and judging from his face, he looked like a kind man if that made any sense. Tao knew not to judge a book by its cover but Kris simply looked nice. Tao found it hard to imagine that the man was any different than his first impression of him. Tao had noted earlier when he was breaking up Kris’s fight with those other men at ICON how hurt Kris had appeared but how fired up he was in protecting his sexuality. Kris was an interesting man. He’d watched Tao dance all night, he wanted Tao that much was evident, and yet he had not tried to buy a single dance all night. In fact, Kris had not bought a dance from anyone from what Tao had seen.
“I’m sobering up.” Kris reached out a hand and steadied himself against the wall. “I want to sleep.”
“Okay there.” Tao quickly rushed to Kris’s side and supported him. “Let’s get you in bed.”
“You’re going to take me to bed?” The slur seemed to drop from Kris’s voice as he looked to Tao expectantly.
“Well…” Tao stammered, face burning. “I’m walking you to your bed.”
The clarity seemed to go from Kris’s eyes again as he lethargically nodded and allowed Tao to slowly shuffle them towards the bedroom. Kris pressed himself closer to Tao and began sucking on his neck, tongue flicking out between parted lips to drag against Tao’s quivering tense throat. Tao couldn’t help the small moan that escaped his lips but instantly regretted it as soon as it left.
Internally, Tao was screaming at himself. He’d been working in the escort industry for over five years now, Kris’s pathetic drunken come-ons should have had no affect on Tao, and yet Tao found himself blushing like a virgin. This man was attractive, Tao wasn’t denying that, but was he so starved of sleeping with men who he actually found attractive that Tao would be willing to take advantage of this guy?
Out of the corner of his eye, Tao studied his companion. Kris was exactly Tao’s type with long legs, a muscular build, and thick long fingers with neatly trimmed nails. Tao shuddered at the thought. What was a guy like Kris even doing at ICON? He could go out to any bar or club and get laid.
When they entered the bedroom, Tao discovered that Kris’s room was incredibly boring. The man had next to no furniture save for the large king-sized bed that dominated the room. Kris recognized home, his drunken body pulling him towards the bed like a magnet, as he separated from Tao and collapsed forwards.
“Ahh.” Kris moaned, face first into the bedding. The blond then lay there motionless as Tao lingered the doorway.
“Are you good now? I’m going to head out.” Tao called, rubbing at his arm. There came a muffled response from where Kris was like a gelatinous blob on the bed. “Sorry?”
“Don’t go.” Kris rolled over onto his back, arms splaying out at his sides. “Don’t leave. The party just started. I’m going to make drinks.”
As Kris spoke he tried sitting up, blurry eyes and poor motor skills rendering him unstable as he fell back to the bed. With a look of bewilderment, the blond fell backwards on the bed again, breathing out heavy bursts of air between his lips.
“Alright you’re not even going to be able to get into your pajamas if I don’t help.” Tao sighed, ditching his sneakers at the door.
“Come here.” Tao stood between Kris’s parted legs at the bed’s edge and began tugging off the man’s blazer.
“Now it’s a party.” Kris slurred, grinning up at Tao.
“Yes probably the most wild one I’ve been to yet.” Tao began undoing the man’s button down when Kris boldly reached a hand around to squeeze Tao’s rear.
“Damn.” Kris gave his handful another squeeze. “That’s some ass.”
Tao didn’t even react, rolling his eyes, and continuing carefully undoing each button. The two were within inches of each other. Tao was able to feel Kris’s hot bursts of breath on his skin and the warmth the man’s body was radiating around him as he stood between the blonde’s legs.
“You’re really hot, you know?” Kris continued fondling Tao, hand now sliding between Tao’s legs. A shiver traveled through Tao’s body as he set about neatly folding Kris’s shirt, trying his best to ignore the man’s hand.
Kris’s fingers teasingly traced his inner thigh, moving from rear to front to graze Tao’s balls. Tao’s eyes slipped shut, thighs pressing together to trap Kris’s hand there, as his hips slowly rocked forwards against the friction Kris provided.
“There we go.” Kris’s dark eyes appreciatively scanned Tao’s form, other hand lightly grabbing hold of Tao’s forearm and pulling the stripper into his lap.
“Fuck.” Tao shook his head, arms instinctively coming to wrap around the blonde’s neck as his legs straddled either side of the man. Tao dug his knees into the bedding, trying to leverage himself out from Kris’s lap, when the man stopped him. Kris held tight to Tao’s hips, dragging Tao down into his lap, and grinding the man against the clothed heat that strained against Kris’s slacks.
“Oh.” Tao whimpered, quickly becoming more aroused by the second. Tao looked for a method of escape but soon forgot that idea all together when Kris thrust up against his rear. Tao’s insides tingled pleasantly and the dark haired man gasped in surprise.
There was no denying it. Kris was exactly Tao’s type. Tao could have kicked himself at his stupidity but everything in his body was calling out to this man. Kris’s dark smoldering eyes were trained on Tao’s troubled face with an intensity that made Tao shiver. His large warm hands were cupping Tao’s hipbones, strong fingers digging into Tao’s soft flesh.
“You’re drunk.” Tao tried arguing although the idea of fooling around with the much larger man was becoming increasingly tempting by the minute.
“I want you.” Kris brought one hand and repeatedly traced Tao’s spine. Down and up, down and up, his fingers lazily dragged until Tao’s skin was gooseflesh.
“God why do you have to be so hot?” Tao whined quietly, furiously running his hands through Kris’s hair as he stared at the man’s features.
“Come on.” Kris thrust upwards again, one hand urging Tao’s hips down to meet him.
“I don’t know. You’re pretty drunk.”
“Come on. Come on, baby.” Kris tugged at the hem of Tao’s hoodie, pulling the article of clothing off to reveal Tao wore no shirt beneath it.
The man’s body was tanned and toned. His dusky nipples were erect and Tao shivered again in a mixture of arousal and from the cold.
“Sure you won’t regret this tomorrow?” Tao asked when Kris leaned up and pressed a hot kiss to Tao’s mouth.
Tao closed his eyes, letting their tongues intermingle, exhaling through his nose, as he pressed his body closer. Kris suckled on Tao’s lower lip and the man moaned, cock only growing harder. Then the blond was taking Tao’s lip between his teeth, lightly biting it as he pulled backwards-taking Tao’s lip with him-before letting go. Tao panted, eyes black.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck that sweet little ass of yours since you walked on the stage.” Kris’s voice was deep and rough like gravel.
It was enough of an answer for Tao.
“Oh fuck!” Tao practically screamed, hips slamming backwards as Kris’s cock drilled into him.
The two were in doggy style, Tao balancing on his hands and knees, as Kris kneeled behind him. The man was relentless, never pulling very far back, but width enough to stretch Tao wide when he pulsed his hips forwards again.
“Fuck.” Tao whimpered, dropping his head into the bedding, Kris easily adjusting behind him to the new angle as he continued his savage assault.
Tao’s body jolted with the force of Kris’s thrusts, breathing irregular as the blond nearly knocked the wind out of him, thighs quivering and burning in an effort to not give out and collapse. Kris’s fingers dug into Tao’s hips, anchoring him to the other, as Tao’s neglected cock bounced between his legs.
“K-Kris!” Tao moaned, gritting his teeth as he pressed his forehead deeper into the sheets.
It felt so good. It felt so damn good. Tao felt as if he were on the brink of delirium, mind unable to distinguish if he preferred the thick slide of Kris opening him up or the tantalizing slap of Kris’s balls against his upturned ass as the blond took him like a bitch in heat. Tao shifted, arching his back, trying to draw Kris in deeper.
The man was more than happy to oblige, seizing Tao by the shoulder and maneuvering him around onto his back before plunging into him again.
Tao howled, arms clinging tight around Kris’s neck, legs locking around the other’s back, as Kris huddled closer. The man had wrapped his arms beneath Tao’s back, hands curling around to securely hold Tao by his shoulders, as his cock drove in deeper. The new angle had Kris hitting Tao’s spot perfectly and the younger was nearing a state of delirium.
“Ahh.” Kris puffed, next to Tao’s ear. “You’re so tight.”
“Nuh.” Tao was beyond speech, frantically working his hips so that his leaking cock rubbed against Kris’s stomach. Again and again Kris thrust between Tao’s spread legs, hips pistioning at rapid fire pace, skin slapping, as Kris breathed harshly in Tao’s ear. The pure dominance and aggression of their lovemaking made Tao’s toes curl and relished the feeling of being thoroughly claimed by this gorgeous man.
The force of Kris’s thrusts were steadily working Tao up the bed until the dark haired man bumped his head against the headboard, the entire bed shaking with their pace.
Tao looked helplessly at Kris and the blond growled, hands coming down to grab meaty handfuls of Tao’s thighs as he dragged Tao back towards him simultaneously further impaling him.
Tao moaned weakly, simply laying there and taking it, as Kris held onto his thighs for leverage and continued his assault. Each deep thrust had Tao’s vision going white as his cock dripped messily out across his stomach, body singing in so much bliss that the thought of touching himself did not even cross Tao’s mind. He would come by this man’s cock, Tao decided as he watched Kris move above him.
“Ah!” Tao scrunched his eyes closed in pleasure as Kris hit that spot within him again. “I’m close!”
Kris either did not seem to have heard Tao or simply did not care as he chased his own orgasm as his thrusts picked up pace. Tao arched upwards, trying to find friction against the blonde’s stomach. In the midst of their heated writhing frenzy, Kris reached a large hand up and cupped Tao’s chest. The blond gave the firm pectoral a light squeeze and began kneading at Tao’s nipple. Tao moaned at the stimulation, his own hand snaking down his front to grasp at his leaking cock. Tao jerked himself in fury, eyes permanently closed as he felt the satisfying burn of Kris between his legs in contrast.
At last the sensations proved too much. Tao arched upwards, body frozen, toes curling, expression pained as he came undone. His release shot between the pair, coating Tao’s hand as he milked his pleasure.
Kris groaned as he felt Tao tighten around him and within a few thrusts, he found his release as well. He held Tao’s hips close, unleashing thick ribbons of release within Tao’s body.
The two breathed unevenly for a few moments, each coming down from their respective highs, before Kris was pulling out and rolling off of Tao. The blond collapsed at Tao’s side, eyes fluttering only briefly before he drifted to sleep.
Although slightly disgusted at the state he was in, Tao too was soon overwhelmed by the urge to sleep. Yawning, the dark haired man rolled onto his stomach and resolved to get up in a few hours to make his escape.
Soft snores soon filled the room as both men fell asleep, unconsciously snuggling together for warmth in their nude state.
When Kris awoke the following morning, he had a hangover from hell. The blond sat up in bed, rubbing at his face, and groaning lowly at the headrush. The blinds were only partially pulled on his windows and he glared through groggy eyes at the intrusive light.
“Fuck.” Kris muttered, intending on getting out of bed when he felt something or rather someone stir besides him. A figure lay hidden beneath the duvet, mewling in sleep.
Kris peered curiously at the form, unable to see her face. Kris must have brought someone home last night. That was the only explanation. But what day was it? Kris thought hard and when the realization hit him, he froze in fright. Today was Friday.
“I have work!” Kris scrambled from the bed. Whoever this girl was, she needed to get up. Now was the not the time for soft whispers and morning cuddles.
“Hey,” Kris said, pulling the duvet from the form. “You need to-wait what?”
“Mmm.” A dark haired youth lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Kris. The boy blinked once, then twice, before his eyes became large like saucers at the sight of Kris.
“Oh god.” The young man shot up and looked around in bewilderment.
“W-who… who are you?” Kris gaped, face burning at the stranger’s naked form. Kris could not tear his eyes away from the man’s nakedness and only turned a shade darker when he saw the dried cum on the man’s form.
“You don’t even remember my name?” The man frowned as Kris just kept opening and closing mouth in the struggle to find words.
“No?” Kris’s voice sounded strangely high-pitched to his own ears.
The dark haired man scowled, running a hand through his gorgeous thick hair. The man cocked one hip out, hand resting on that jutting hipbone in a rather sassy manner, as the beautiful man stared Kris down in all his naked glory.
“I’m the guy you fucked last night.”