Make It Last

Chapter 1

He was not recognizing the room he was in when Nathan opened his hazel eyes. On the all-white bed sheets, nothing was covering his body except the bed cover; which was also in white.

It wasn't his first time to wake up with no clothing, hell, it was probably his passion to wake up naked— Nathan had often found himself with stranger the next morning after crazy nights; if not always.

The boy remembered that he was, again, going to the bar. The cause would always have been relieving the stress with alcohol, cigarettes, and loud music. Bumping into strangers and having too much fun which ended up on the bed was never his intention, but guess that alcohol took over his brain and here he was—again, on the bed he did not owned, naked, and great headache.

It was not that hard for him to realize that he was in a hotel room which he—or maybe the stranger he slept with—booked.

Nathan once again closed his eyes just to feel the pain on his head. And also the lower part of his body.

Oh shit. He bit his lower lip.

No need to be brainy to understand that he was bottoming for a stranger for the first time in his life. And he chose last night.

It was also his first time to be this wrecked. He never liked to be done since he knew it would be this painful if he did. Now that he did it, for a guy that he did not know—or yet to know—he felt ten times more uncomfortable.

One thing about Nathan; he loved to dominate his sex partner. Not the other way around.

After realizing the fact that he gave his ass to someone he did not know, a wave of new emotion nudged him; he felt humiliated.

Nathan liked both boys and girls, as long as they brought him pleasure, gender did not matter to him. But to willingly give his arse to fuck? He had never gave a try to that option—until last night.

He exhaled roughly while his angry palm covering half of his features, leaving his button nose and thin lips seen by the guy who walked out from the bathroom.

Nathan was nowhere to be aware of the other's presence. Too busy cursing himself silently and resisting the sore ass.

He did not realize that he was not the only one in the room, until the other guy breaking the stillness, "Are you up?"

As if he was not laying still enough, Nathan was bristled the moment his hearing caught the low timbre. Deeper color than his own tone, calm yet inciting his nape hair to the state where the memory of last night scurrying into his head. 

The voice that made him spellbound under the intoxicating gaze of the owner of it. Even with his blurred vision and mind, of all the things he could have done—or should have been done—Nathan chose to sealed those lips with his.

That was a piece of memory of last night and he did not need to remember the following to know what happened.

Such sudden action would always lead to a closed and heated room—this time it was a four-star hotel bedroom.

While Nathan was busy walking down his own memory lane about last night, the guy whose lower body wrapped in a hotel towel brought his long feet closer to the bed that Nathan was laying on.

"Nathan..?"

Oh, now he KNOWS my name! Great, just great!

Nathan's monologue continued. Only his puckering lips indicated that he woke up aready. The other guy snickered knowing that his partner of last night being this shy.

"I know you are not sleeping, Nathan. Does it hurt or does it hurt you that you were getting done by me?" The man said.

"COULD YOU JUST SH— Owen????" Nathan's almod eyes got more round than before. The fact that he also knew the name of his one night stand shocked him more than the fact that he was giving his ass to the the other guy.