Exhausted. I'm so tired, but I'm here inside of the same gay club that Michael dragged me to, the last time I was suppose to 'let my hair down'. I could be at home under my newly washed blankets right now, stuffing my face with Lucky Charms, but yet and still I'm here.
Why am I here again? "Come on Luke! Live a little mate, we've got friends, the lot is ova' there aye see!" Michael hollers and heads turn our way, eyes roaming the expanses of our bodies.
"Michael stop yelling, you're causing us unwanted attention." I hiss, trying to yank my hand away that's entrapped inside of his.
"Aye, that's what we want, I see you enjoyed the gift I sent home with ya' Monday, right mate?" He winks his eyes going down to the large purple mark that marred my pale skin.
The purpleness fading to a nasty looking grayish green.
"No I didn't! You know I don't do one night stands and yet and still, you send me home with a meat headed, Italian sausage eating bastard." I spit out, my face turning three shades darker.
"Aye, I bet you liked his Italian sausage?" He winks at me, his arm coming up to pull me and tuck me against his side.
He was right, I fucking loved it to the point that I craved it now as we speak. It hadn't even been a solid two whole days yet, and here I was craving something, or someone in particular to stuff me like a cannoli.
"We didn't fuck Michael." I drawl, my face going thermonuclear at the stupid grin on his face.
"Oh yeah, says the wanker that comes into the nursing home three hours late. Limping at that, if I ain't mistaken, it only takes twenty minutes to get to our job. Your flat isn't that bloody far away."
His baby blue eyes twinkle, and I can't help but to turn away from him. "We're not in England Michael it's called an apartment, you dick." He chuckles, and I can here him mimicking me in the background.
"Just admit it, he stuffed you didn't he. How big was e' mate. I should've took him home myself, if only he was interested in blondes yeah?" I roll my grey eyes.
"I'm blond." He ruffles my hair, his fingers sifting through the silky texture. "Yeah mate but your dirty, more brown then anythin'. Hey guys we've made it, the party is ere' yeah!" I flinch at his loudness, but our friends don't seem to mind.
Looking around the group sitting at the dark mahogany round table, I count four in total. "Hey Kyle, Sammy!" He leans over fist pumping Samantha. "Bryan, looking even sexier then when you're in ya' scrubs bub."
He flirts and I watch as Bryan, the cutest twink ever, flushes.
"Oh what ever you big flirt." He laughs and next he greets Freddy, our department head. "Aye boss, since we're not on the clock I'd like to tell you to go fuck yourself." Freddy rolls his eyes and look over to me.
"Tame your friend please." He just didn't know that there was no taming Michael. The man acted like a huge man-child, meaning he did only three adult things. Pay bills, fuck, and go to work, other then that, he ate dinosaur chicken nuggets and watched Disney junior.
Like I said no hope at all.
"Hello everyone, that I'm happy to see even though I don't want to be here." I drawl lazily, laying my head down to rest against the table. "Awe did Michael drag you out once again?" Samantha asks, her raspy voice a soothing lull compared to the thumping music.
"Yes, in fact he did, his exact words were 'live a little mate'." I yell excitedly an exaggerated British accent adorning it.
"Aye mate, I sound way sexier! Now, who's ready for shots?" I put a thumb down as everyone hoots around me. "No, not me. The last time I got drunk, I fucked a complete stranger. No, you guys drink by yourselves." Freddy ruffles my hair, his brown peepers shining mischievously.
"Come on Luke, drink with us. I'll watch over you and make sure you don't go home with any random strangers. Now let's take some shots everyone!" He yells loudly over the dubstep, making me give him an incredulous look.
He's suppose to be our boss, what happened to not drinking the night before work. Or, no hangovers at the job because you can't focus?
My eyes watch as both Michael and Bryan walk over to the bar, working their charm. Oh yeah, Michael came around and corrupted everyone. "Shots, shots shots—shots!" He screams his hands full with two trays of brown and clear liquid.
"The capital T for toquilla is right here." He sets the brown liquid filled tray down. "And, wha–la, V to the mothafucking vodka!" Bryan yells, his innocent looking baby face contorted into a demon, thirsty for the liquid fire.
Yeah I had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.
"All you pussies grab five shots each, and on five we down them all. One–two. . .five!" Michael yells and I quickly throw mine back, the liquid scorching my throat on its descent into my stomach.
"Now lets go dance bitches!"
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Hands upon hands, rub all over my body. The music caressing us, leading our every move. "What's your name sexy?" A deep voice whispers into my ear, the traces of a beard tickling me, reminding me of him.
"It's what ever you want to call me." I laugh, the sound light and airy, as I grind my hips into his, my arms coming up to incircle around his neck from behind.
"Oh yeah, and what will you call me?" He pants into my ear and I can't help the twitch of my body.
He was sexy, had and accent, and favored him. Hopefully his cock would be impressive too, but I doubted it. No one would be able to please me like he did. "Mhm, we'll just have to see once you're fucking me. I tend to get a little—hey!"
I yell my body stumbling forward from the tug of my arm. "Who the fuck is that?" A familiar deep raspy voice grunts over the music, a lower tone of anger present.
Blinking owlishly, I clear my vision and come face to face with the one and only Francesco. "None of your business, let go." I yell at him, my face a mixture of anger and something so familiar that it hurts.
Pleasure. God he could give it to me, the only person in this building. But I told him to stay away from me, to forget everything that happened.
"Hey dude, he said back off." The stranger I was dancing with yells and pushes Francesco, who in return punches him straight in the face.
"Lets go, now." He growls once he realizes that I'm going to put up a fight. "No!" I say stubbornly, my feet planted firmly on the ground.
"I said let's fucking go!" My eyes widen and I pout my lips, the last words that I said to him two days ago, coming forth. "You don't own me! Remember you're just a one night stand that's all!"
He laughs, in his eyes a sinister look appears, before he bends down, his mouth against my ear.
"If I have to repeat myself pumpkin, you'll fucking regret it. Now, lets go." He pulls back, a smile on his plump red lips, the wild look in his eyes a distant memory. "Let me go you bastard!" I yelp, his hulking form lifting and discarding me over his shoulder.
"Don't worry a couple dispute, we're leaving." He says, his body passing swiftly by security.
"Francesco, put me down!" I yell, but he ignores me, shifting my body until I'm at least a little comfortable against him. "No, I should spank your ass, what the fuck is wrong with you amore?"
His hand comes down swiftly causing me to jerk and grunt in pain. "Hey stop that, it hurts!" He smacks my ass again, and again. "Be quiet." My mouth shuts automatically, and a glare forms over my face.
"I'm not a fucking toy, that you can turn on and off Francesco! I can talk whenever I want to!" He chuckles, a smirk on his handsome face.
"Won't be able to with a c*ck down your throat now will you? Nah, it's not possible let's make that happen soon." He drawls lazily, depositing my body on top of a motorcycle.
Swinging his leg over it, he wraps my arms around his waist. "Hang on tight pumpkin, you're in for a long ride."
{ okay second chapter, for some reason I just really love Francesco, like he's really taking Nicholas' place. If you guys don't know who that is go on over to Broken by me, and check him out. Listen to song, it expresses Luke's feelings, and what he's trying to tell Francesco. Love you papas.}