“Never Be Like You”
Kai glared out the window at the city. Everything and everyone looked so small from where he was. It had been a year since he’d seen Peyton. Oddly enough, he always found himself thinking about Peyton. He thought being away with Thomas would help him get past his indiscretion. It only caused him to miss something he never truly had.
Kai’s mind drifted back to his first sexual experience with Peyton. They were at the hotel in Boston in bed together. Kai was lying flat on his stomach. Peyton was massaging his shoulders as he sat on Kai’s perfect ass.
Kai sighed and said, “You keep doing that. I’m never gonna wanna leave here.”
Peyton smiled and replied with, “I might not oppose that.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” Kai wiggled his ass and said, “You wanna fuck me again!”
Peyton’s cock responded to Kai’s movements. It quickly swelled, and Peyton wedged his incredibly long and thick dick in between Kai’s valley. Peyton wanted so badly to shove his dick back inside of him. Kai wanted it again, but he chose to play it cool.
“Correction,” Peyton playfully said as he popped Kai on the ass. “I want us to fuck each other again. If not, I’m cool with just having meaningful conversations with you.”
Kai laughed and said, “Tell me again how sexy I am.”
Peyton resumed kneading Kai’s muscles, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. God took extra time and care when he created you. You know what would make you even hotter?”
Kai moaned and asked, “What?”
“That two-block cut. You know, with the short sides and longer hair on top.”
“I’ve never once in my life thought about cutting my hair off,” he confessed as he looked back over his shoulder.
“Cut it. Don’t cut it. You’re still the sexiest dude I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Suddenly, Kai rolled over onto his back. His actions both surprised and excited Peyton. The two looked each other in the eyes. Their hard cocks touched and throbbed. The evidence of the arousal was made visible by the precum they both were leaking.
“I wish I could be as confident as you,” Kai said as he stroked the side of Peyton’s face. “But I’ll never be like you.”
Peyton told him, “You can be anything you want to be. I’ll help you be whatever you desire.”
Peyton leaned in closer. Kai raised his head, and their lips touched. The two kissed slowly and softly. The energy in the room shifted into something neither one of them could quite describe.
Kai’s thoughts were broken by his supervisor. The tall brunette cleared her throat. Her very presence commanded attention and absolute respect. She was a woman of few words, and when she spoke, people listened and responded.
Kai looked up and was surprised to see her, “Angelica?”
She pursed her lips together and said, “I have an assignment for you. I hope you don’t have any plans this weekend.”
***
“Are you ready to see it,” Peyton asked Millie.
“Yes,” she gleefully stated. “I’m so excited. My best friend is about to have his work displayed in an art museum—First in Chicago, then in New York. We’re not stopping, baby, till we reach the Louvre.”
Peyton laughed, but secretly, he wouldn’t mind seeing his works displayed in such places—most artists only ever dream of just having their work displayed. Peyton never dreamed of it. He just knew he loved painting and taking photos. It was his superpower. It was his escape from the real world.
Peyton stopped walking, and he motioned his head toward the wall. Millie stopped and turned. Her eyes landed upon the piece of art that Peyton had submitted. It was a stunning yet deeply revealing piece of art. Her eyes almost watered at how emotionally beautiful it was. She turned and faced him.
“Peyton, this is beautiful. Is that him?” she asked.
He sighed, “Yes. I’m stupid, right? I just picked up the brush and paint, and I just absent-mindedly painted. I didn’t even realize what I had done until it was done. I couldn’t even tell him. He never gave me his contact information.”
They glanced back at the portrait. There was Kai, a Korean man dressed in Chinese garments from the Qin Dynasty. Strong black arms were wrapped around his waist. The head of a man with dreads was draped over his shoulder. The sun in the background was high, and if you looked closely, you could see the shadow of broken shackles.
“You miss him,” she asked.
“Every day,” he answered. “I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s been a year, and I still can’t get him off my mind and out of my system. What’s wrong with me? Kendrick loves me, and he’d do anything for me, but I think about some random guy I don’t know who I slept with a few times.”
“You’re either sprung, or you’ve been bitten by the bug,” she said.
“So, I’m either in lust or in love,” he said.
“It’s a very fine line between the two. Lucky for us, Kendrick got stuck working on a very important case. Otherwise, he’d be asking if the guy hugging the gorgeous Korean man is his husband.”
“He’d ask no matter what. I’m used to that. I’d hate it if Kai actually saw it. This was not my smartest idea.”
***
The night was proving to be a sweeping success. Peyton had spent most of the evening wandering through the museum, admiring other pieces of work that had been submitted and were on display. It was a night that should have Peyton feeling blessed. People were admiring his painting, and it was generating rave reviews. Instead, there was an emptiness inside of him.
He snuck away from Millie and went to admire his art piece once more. As he approached it, he saw the man standing there admiring it—his short two-block cut hair stood out. His build and frame reminded him of Kai. He cursed himself for letting everything remind him of the man.
He came and stood a few feet behind the guy. He wasn’t sure if he should say something or not. He liked explaining the piece. “Never Be Like You” by Flume was playing. Peyton inhaled, and the scent of the man nearly triggered his memories of Kai once again.
Peyton cleared his throat, “If you’d like, I can explain the piece.”
“You want to explain why my face is on this piece of art,” Kai said as he turned around.
Peyton’s eyes lit up. The last person he was expecting to see was Kai. Kai looked so different with his haircut. He was already beautiful before, but the chopped hair added something to him. It gave him this dazzling edge and a bit more energy.
“Kai? What are you doing here,” he asked.
“I live in Chicago now. Why is my face on this? Thomas could see this, Peyton,” he said with a raised voice. “He was supposed to have come with me tonight. What if he had showed up? Are you insane?”
Peyton quickly looked around, “Can we please go and speak privately?”
The two found an empty hallway. The moment they were out of sight, Kai slapped Peyton. What followed was shock and arousal on Peyton’s part. He didn’t think he’d ever get to see so much fire from Kai.
“Why would you do that,” he asked.
“Because I missed you. Because I’ve spent a year thinking about you. Because…” he trailed off.
“Because what? I’m fucking waiting for an answer!”
“I don’t know,” Peyton yelled. “I just fucking did it. It was stupid and careless, but you are in my mind all the time. You don’t think about me?”
“I’m not doing this with you,” Kai said as he stormed past Peyton.
Peyton grabbed hold of him and spun him around. He wasn’t about to just let him walk away. He needed to know the answer. He needed to know he wasn’t alone in his feelings. It was too scary to be alone.
“Let me go, Peyton,” Kai said as he hit at him. Peyton caught his hands and held them tight.
“Not until you tell me what I want to know,” he said as he slammed Kai’s back against the wall.
“You asshole,” Kai shouted.
“I’m your asshole. Ready for you to use me at any time you want.”
Peyton held both of Kai’s wrists above his head. He was unable to move or go anywhere. That fiery look in both their eyes gave away their hidden desires. They both moved their heads swiftly toward one another. The kiss exploded with passion and fury. Peyton reached for the door on the side of them as Kai ran his hands over Peyton’s backside.
The door opened, and Peyton lifted Kai up. The man wrapped his legs around Peyton’s waist. The two of them never once stopped kissing. They stepped inside, and the door closed. Peyton placed Kai on the counter.
“Lock the door,” Kai whispered between kisses.
Peyton nodded his head and quickly locked the door. Kai glanced around and realized they were in a family restroom. Peyton stepped back over to him. He pushed Kai’s legs open and stood in between them. The room was filled with all of this pent-up sexual energy and attraction between the two.
“You cut your hair,” Peyton said as he caressed the side of Kai’s face.
As Kai smiled brightly, he said, “You said I’d look sexy with it cut. I trusted you.”
“I’ll never lie to you. I’m sorry about the painting.”
“Not now. Now you make it up to me.”
Peyton bit his bottom lip and asked, “How would you like for me to make it up to you, gorgeous?”
Kai thrust his hips up, “Suck my cock.”
Peyton dropped to his knees and undid Kai’s pants. He pulled the pants down, revealing the growing bulge hidden inside Kai’s tight-fitted white boxer briefs. They clung to his smooth thighs. Peyton ran his hands over Kai’s thighs. A chill ran through Kai’s body. He had missed the way Peyton would touch and tease him. He couldn’t understand why he felt such a strong attachment to him. All he knew was that he wanted the dark chocolate, beautiful hunk.
Peyton ran his hand over the bulge. He cuffed it and teased it through the underwear. Kai let out a low moan. Peyton slowly pulled Kai’s underwear off. They slowly peeled from his skin, first revealing his dark pubes and then the shaft of his thick cock. The underwear slid down his knees, and his cock stood straight out, and those two balls set there, ready to burst.
Peyton opened his mouth and took Kai’s pretty cock deep down his throat. Kai let out a loud moan as Peyton began to work his penis. Peyton’s pretty fat lips closed around the head of Kai’s cock, and he began to nibble on it as his tongue lathered the shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Kai moaned.
His dick grew fuller in Peyton’s mouth. Peyton used his hand to cuff and pull on Kai’s balls. He moved his head up and down, taking more dick and using his tongue to massage the underskin of Kai’s shaft. Kai used his hand to help Peyton move up and down on his pole. Peyton worked his mouth faster. He stroked Kai’s cock applying the right amount of pressure.
“I’m bout to cum,” he moaned. “Peyton?!”
Peyton didn’t stop. In fact, he became aggressive with the way he handled Kai’s cock. Kai’s balls exploded and sent cum rushing through his shaft. The slit of Kai’s cock opened and fired rope after rope of hot cum down Peyton’s throat. As Kai cried out, Peyton shoved his fingers into Kai’s mouth.
He continued to suck and nurse that cock. Kai leaned back further on the counter. Peyton sucked that fat dick harder and faster. It had been a year since he last had Kai. He wanted more of that sweet Korean nut. Saliva ran from the corners of Peyton’s mouth. He slightly grazed Kai’s taint with his fingers.
Up and down, he moved his head. He swallowed and choked on that thick dick. His tongue teased the slit, darting in and out as his jaw made a suction. Kai’s body tensed up from the pressure that was suddenly added to his already sensitive dick head. Peyton worked his pole like some greedy slut with a burning fire.
“Fuck, Peyton! Eat my dick. Eat all my fucking cock,” he cried out.
Peyton released his cock and ran his long tongue over Kai’s balls and then his taint. He licked the base of Kai’s cock and up the shaft. He took it back in his mouth. He swallowed every inch, treating it like a meal fit for a king. Kai’s body withered and squirmed. His beautiful moans blended with the sound of Peyton’s sucking his dick. Together, the sounds were like classical music.
Peyton wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it. He twisted it like a corkscrew. Kai ran his hand down Peyton’s back. His cock felt better than it had ever felt before. The pressure and the magic of a mouth that felt like it was designed for his dick only was everything. Kai spread his legs wider. Peyton took more of his thick dick down his throat.
Kai groaned, “Suck my dick. It feels so good.”
That dick was juicy and tasty. Peyton worked his mouth harder. He wanted that sweet nut again; Kai tossed his head back. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. He could feel his balls churning again with hot semen. Kai started to fuck up into Peyton’s mouth. That mushroom head tapped the back of Peyton’s throat.
Peyton pressed his finger against Kai’s tight hole. He traced around the wrinkled flesh as his tongue lapped around the head of Kai’s cock. He resumed that nibbling effect, making sure he pressed against every sensitive nerve ending. Kai’s breathing increased, and his moans grew louder. His cock twitched and swelled in size. He let out a cry, and his cock exploded for the second time.
“Oh fuck,” he cried as his body convulsed.
Peyton swallowed that second load as fast as he swallowed the first one. As soon as he was done swallowing it, he resumed sucking Kai’s dick. Kai’s cock felt overly sensitive. He tried to push Peyton away, but his energy levels were depleted. He just let out a cry and pressed his back against the mirror.
“Stop, baby,” Kai pleaded.
There was no stopping. Kai’s cock tried to deflate, but the oral sensation made it erect again. Peyton was determined to swallow another load. He deep-throated Kai’s perfect cock. He took it all into his mouth and just held it there. Kai’s entire body began to shake. He pulled off and began to stroke Kai’s cock.
Kai’s cock looked angry and spent. It only turned Peyton on even more. He doubled down on his efforts. He ran his hands over Kai’s balls. He teased the man’s body with his touch, making him more aroused and desperate for another ejaculation. He sucked harder and faster. His mouth was like a wet pussy taking that dick and dripping wet.
“Oooh! Fuck! Peyton? Baby?” His words came out like a sweet breeze in the summertime.
Peyton ignored him. He sucked him with the expert of a well-paid whore. Kai’s balls swelled, and his dick began to throb. The final approach wasn't far off. Peyton moved his head up and down slowly. He tugged on Kai’s balls. Kai closed his eyes tightly, and then it happened. His dick spasmed in Peyton’s mouth.
Kai let out a whimper, and his watery cum flowed out lazily. Peyton made sure he got it all. He swallowed that third load just as proudly as he had the first two. He felt proud of himself. There was no way Kai could ever forget him after such an experience. There was no way they ever let a year go by again without giving in to their passion. Peyton had just sealed their fates. The two were destined to repeat their acts over and over again.
The two fixed their clothing in silence. The entire time, they kept stealing glances at one another. Just as Peyton unlocked and opened the door, and he was met by Millie. She looked past him and saw Kai.
She shook her head, “We have a problem, friend.”
“What kind of problem,” Peyton asked.
“The kind where you explain to your mother why the man in your painting is locked in the bathroom with you while your husband is running around looking for you,” his mother said as she stepped into his line of sight.
Peyton gasped, “Mother?”
His mother raised her eyebrow at him. She quickly looked past him and glared at Kai. She saw Kai as a problem that needed to be dealt with quickly. Everything her family had worked for and built over the years was not going to be ruined by the likes of Kai. In her mind, Kai was the enemy because…
“You do know, son, he’ll never be like you,” she said with all the disdain one could muster.
TO BE CONTINUED
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