Screams broke out.
People scattered.
Lights flashed as police poured into the club.
Josh blinked, barely processing the chaos. He tried to stand…..too fast. The alcohol hit him hard. His knees buckled.
"Mark…" he mumbled, looking around, dazed. "Mark?"
A strong arm caught him just before he hit the ground.
"Easy," a voice whispered near his ear. "You're with me now."
Tai didn't wait. While everyone else ran in panic, he moved fast, slipping through the back exit with Josh half-slumped against him.
No one noticed.
No one stopped him.
He shoved Josh into the passenger seat of a sleek black car, shut the door, and sped off without looking back.
Josh muttered something under his breath, head tilted back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut.
Tai glanced sideways.
"Guess you really couldn't handle your drinks."
He smirked.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator.
The city lights blurred past as he headed for a hotel.
And beside him, the pretty boy from the bar passed out cold.
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Tai dropped the boy onto the bed , but before he could step back, fingers wrapped around his wrist—tight, needy.
He turned.
Josh's eyes were glazed, half-lidded, cheeks flushed from alcohol and heat. His lips parted, breath unsteady.
In a single pull, Tai was yanked down. He landed on top of him, chest to chest, weight pressing into the mattress.
Josh's voice was a whisper—but it crawled straight into Tai's ear.
"Touch me."
Tai stilled.
That voice didn't beg.
It commanded.
Something in him snapped loose.
The hand on his wrist slid up Tai's arm. Slow. Possessive.
Tai's jaw clenched.
"You don't even know my name," he said, tone low, voice rough.
Josh's lips brushed against his skin. "Don't care."
Tai leaned in, his breath hot against Josh's neck.
"You'll regret saying that." A smirk curved Tai's lips.
"I bite."
"Then bite me." josh whispered
He didn't care. He tugged at Tai's shirt, lips brushing along his neck, moaning softly.
"Please…"
That one word undid Tai completely...control left the room–
Tai's hand gripped Josh's jaw, tilting his face just enough for their eyes to lock.
Dark. Burning. Irrevocably drawn.
Their mouths crashed …. messy, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. Josh groaned into him, body arching as Tai pinned him down.
Josh didn't care who he was kissing. He just wanted more. Needed more.
Tai pulled his shirt up a bit and explored his soft skin, tracing every curve.
His mouth followed, leaving kisses down Josh's chest, across his stomach. Each sound Josh made fed the fire growing in Tai's gut.
He bit down on his collarbone, leaving a mark. Josh gasped, pulling him closer, nails dragging down Tai's back.
He stripped them both, slowly, eyes dark with hunger.
He leaned in, tongue trailing over Josh's chest, circling his nipple before taking it in. Josh trembled.
Tai moved down, gripping his thighs and spreading him open like he owned him. He kissed along the inside of his thighs, teasing….then took his hard length into his mouth.
Josh moaned loudly, hips jerking up. "Shit—fuck… faster," he slurred.
Tai's head bobbed, deep and rough, no mercy. Wet sounds filled the room.
Josh's hands clutched at the sheets, his voice a mess of curses and breathless gasps.
Tai sat up, his own desire aching. He reached for a condom and lube from his pocket. Tore the foil. Squeezed some of the lube into his hand, then onto his fingers.
He lifted Josh's legs, rubbing circles around his entrance before sliding one finger in.
Josh arched off the bed. "Shhhit… ahh—oh fuck!"
Two fingers. Then three. Scissoring, thrusting. Josh was panting, desperate.
Tai rolled the condom on and aligned himself, holding Josh's waist firm.
"Stay still," he said.
Then he pushed in.
Josh cried out, the stretch burning….too much, too deep ,but he clung to Tai like he needed it.
Tai rocked into him, slow at first, then harder.
Sweat dripped down his spine. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed between moans.
Josh was already unraveling.
"ahhh…ah…more…fuck!"
Tai flipped him, pressed his chest into the sheets, and thrust deeper.
He didn't stop. Not until they were both shaking, gasping, coming undone together.
Josh went limp, knocked out cold.
Tai stared at him for a moment… chest rising, eyes still glazed.
Then quietly… he stood up, got dressed, and walked out the door.
Josh didn't even know his name.
And Tai didn't plan on telling him.
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Josh stretched, groaning as his back cracked.
Then the pain hit.
"Ouch..." he hissed, clutching his lower back. "What the hell...?"
His entire body ached, but his ass was screaming the loudest.
He sat up slowly, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. Fancy hotel curtains. Messy sheets. A side table with two empty glasses.
He blinked.
"Where the hell am I?"
The last thing he remembered was drinking at the club… and some guy talking to him at the bar, …That was it. Everything else? A total blur.
His brows knitted. He couldn't even recall the face.
He sat up and immediately winced.
He looked down at himself. Naked. Bruises on his hips.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened.
Panic bloomed in his chest.
He scanned the room for anything…wallet, phone, his dignity.
His phone sat on the bedside table. He snatched it and called the only person he could scream at.
"Mark," he said the second the line connected.
"Josh! Man! Where the hell were you? I thought the Cops got you!"
Josh frowned. "Cops?"
"Yeah," Mark replied. "I left the club early. Took some guy home. Found out about the raid this morning."
"Damn you mark, you left me in a club for dick"
"I was horny! And hey, I saw you with someone. You looked… occupied."
Josh froze. "What someone?"
"Your catch. Tall guy. hot. Expensive… looked like someone who could be your type. I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"MARK!" he cursed at him again.
"Okay okay ….sorry! At least you're alive!"
Click.
Josh hung up on him and cursed under his breath.
He got dressed fast, ignoring the sore pain between his legs. Whoever that guy was… he'd had his way, and he didn't even know his name.
He bolted out of the hotel, hoping to never speak of it again.
At least it was Saturday. No work today.
Or so he thought.
His phone buzzed.
Detective Sarah.
Josh narrowed his eyes. "What now?"
He stared at the name coldly before answering.
"Mr. Kathiwap."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Report to the office immediately."
"But ma'am today's Satur—"
"Don't question me."
The line went dead.
Josh sighed, lowering the phone and letting out a long breath.
"This day just keeps getting better."