Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 00:21:00 +0800 From: paul sung Subject: The Best Man DISCLAIMER ========== This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The author asserts all legal and moral rights (copyright (c) 2001 - psun@hotmail.com) to this work and you may not copy it or transmit it in any way except in its entirety and with this disclaimer. This story features descriptions of sex between males: - if such material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, please DO NOT READ ON, - if you're under the legal age to read such material, please DO NOT READ ON, - if you don't like, or are offended by such material, please DO NOT READ ON. And any comments - brickbats or bouquets, send them over to psun@hotmail.com And if you find that you like what you're reading, visit my page at http://www.crosswinds.net/~savante/Write.html "You do know that I'm only doing this for you?" I griped testily as I readjusted the back of her dress. "Sweetie." Smiling into the full-length mirror, Amanda Chin grinned at me. "No one else would have dared ask you to be best man." "Hey!" I made a face at the mirror, looking insulted. "You just might make off with the groom!" she chortled. Giving her a nudge, I chuckled. "How sure are you that I won't make off with yours?" "He's not your type," she answered simply. "I could change." Leaning on her shoulder, I waggled my eyebrows making her laugh. We made quite a pair in the mirror. Amanda. Slender, fair, sexy with just a touch of sass in her devil eyes. And me. John, her best man. Tall, dark and.. well, reasonably good-looking. To most people, we would have made the perfect couple. We knew better. It was a highly irregular situation and I'd be the first to say so. It was rare to have the bride request for a best man of her own to replace a maid of honour. But what Amanda Chin wanted, she got. And if she wanted me, John Huang, to be her best man, that's what her wealthy, doting parents would get her. Come hell or high water. If anything, Amanda Chin did know how to play her parents against each other. But then, she was always great at manipulating people. And making them love it. After all, I wasn't exactly enthused at being called to be the best man. Sure, I was happy for her, ecstatically happy. And definitely flattered that she'd chosen me to be by her side. But knowing her family, I knew the hassle I was getting myself into. A member of the influential family was getting married, the only daughter of the Chins, and I knew I'd be dragged through a ton of formalities, a gaggle of unknown relatives and awfully tedious preparations. The true gauntlet of a Chinese wedding. Definitely not for the timid soul. But as I said, no one refused Amanda. I certainly never did. I didn't say no when we were 6 and she planned to plant a stink bomb in Mr Singh's car. I didn't say no when she peeked over to copy my answer for a Chemistry test. I didn't say no when she asked for our first kiss at 13 and I didn't say no when we tumbled into my bedroom in a drunken haze a few years back. No, I couldn't say no to her. My best friend. Amanda was the wild, wacky one and I was usually the sane, responsible one. Many times, Mrs Chin had shed tears and blessed me for saving her daughter from a life of crime and iniquity. Turning around, Amanda bent and gave me a peck on my cheek. "I'm glad you arrived early." "And does Teck feel the same way?" I grinned. Somehow, Amanda had managed to find a man who didn't jump to her whims. Of course, that was also because Soon Teck moved as slow as molasses. Large, dark and quiet, Soon Teck was just the man I'd have picked for her. This was a man who definitely did things his own way. Some time back, when they'd started dating seriously, Teck had figured out that I was gay. Till now, I had a feeling he was distinctly uncomfortable with the thought and I certainly enjoyed needling him about it. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "Of course he does! He doesn't even mind that the man who took my virginity is going to be my best man." "Amanda!" My eyes widened. Walking over to her dresser, she gave a quick shrug. "Yeah, he knows all about that." "What?" I gasped. Hurrying over to her dresser, I caught her hand. "You didn't! You told your 6 foot Neanderthal of a fiancee that we slept together!" Flicking my hand off, she picked up her make-up case. "Yeah, we have no secrets from each other." Making a face, I mimicked her. "Yeah, we don't have secrets from each other - and I don't like his fist in my face." Amanda laughed. "C'mon, he won't do that." She whispered a phrase in Mandarin about coming to my rescue and I laughed. "Just promise me you'll bring flowers to my grave everyday. And please burn at least a TV for me. And one of those cute hunky drivers." "Well, Teck likes you. He says.. `Darlin', it's fine as long as he doesn't do it again.'" Guessing that she was going to take her time preening, I decided to make myself comfortable. Taking a seat on her bed, I sighed. "And now, you want me to go to his bachelor party. Alone." "You won't enjoy the shower, sweetie. All women and no male strippers." She pursed her lips and her dark eyes twinkled. "You know, Kong might be there." "King Kong?" I hazarded a guess. She turned and gave me a fake glare. "You know who. Wei Kong, Teck's best man." "And your point would be?" Of course I knew what she was getting at. Just his name gave me jitters. Wei Kong was the kind of man who was made to give people palpitations and jitters at the thought of him. I saw him the first day I came back for the wedding. Not much choice since he'd been delegated to drive me back from the airport. Back from the chilly spring I'd been having in London, I wasn't prepared for the heatwave that swept through me as I encountered the tropical oven back home. But that certainly was no comparison with the wave of immediate lust that had hit me the first time I saw him standing there waiting. He'd recognized me from the pictures I'd taken with Amanda and Teck. I'd have recognized him anywhere. The man stood out in a crowd. Tall, dark, meltingly handsome, he had only to walk into a room to have everyone staring. More than six feet, soft black hair in a brush cut, classically handsome - a face all sleek, sculpted angles - and a mouth soft, sensuous and always ready to flash that amazing smile that had pulses jumping. For a moment when he stood to offer his large hand, I wondered whether it was my birthday. Amazingly tanned, I wondered whether he was really tanned all over. The drive from the airport had been excruciating as I'd babbled mindlessly through a conversation while my mind was spinning through several X-rated fantasies involving his hard, well-muscled body and my naughty alter ego. The last few days we'd been together as we discussed the wedding plans had been just as bad. All my subtle, witty come-ons had come to nothing however and I'd pretty much made up my mind that the man was essentially straight. And extremely shy to boot! Each time I spoke to him, he practically blushed. No doubt Teck must have warned him that a notorious fag was on to him. It was a pity especially since I found that the man had more to recommend him than only his hard muscles and his well-packed crotch. There was a sharp brain behind that pretty boy face and an impish sense of humour hidden behind that shy smile. Had to dig a little to find that sense of humour though. "Don't lie to me. I know you like him." Amanda paused and made smooching noises. Surprisingly it was easy to lie baldly to her. "I don't." "Like you weren't drooling over his butt." "I wasn't." "You big liar." Grinning at me, she admitted slyly. "Hey, even I looked. That is one fine male ass." "Hey!" I rose and gave her another nudge. "You're getting married." "Men like Kong were made for us to drool over and I have to do my share too. Teck would understand." Playfully licking her lips, she continued, "The first time I saw him, I could have sworn my vagina contracted. He is so hot!" "Amanda!" I protested aghast. Turning to me with a smile, she rose up and gave me a light peck. "You know I only talk to you like this." "I should hope so!" Fondly, I brushed her hair away from her brow. This was the sister that I never had - and one I could never get rid of. "Imagine what your mom would say!" Her brow wrinkled. "My mom would have a heart attack if she heard me say anything in the least unladylike." "Heck, I am having palpitations myself." "You're not," she pointed out. "You just want to avoid the subject. Kong is hot and you want him." Helping her with a stray lock of hair, I shrugged. "If he's not gay, I don't care. I don't go after straight boys, remember!" She shook her head. "No. And actually I have no idea. But he was bachelor of the year in that magazine some years back but you know these gorgeous guys, some of them have to be gay and he is a part-time model... but he dated that model Ling a year ago..." As she went on and on in her debate about Kong's sexual inclinations, I shook my head in amazement. "I simply can't believe you're getting married." "Well, I am a traditional Chinese woman after all and I figured it was time," Amanda said softly. The smile on her face was beautiful. Then she had to let out a most unladylike snort. "And anyway, Teck was starting to whine." I laughed. "The poor man. Does he know what he's getting into?" "I hope he doesn't. You can't tell him either. Not until I have his ring firmly attached on my finger!" she told me seriously and flashed me an impish grin. "And since my best friend doesn't what to make babies with me, I figured he's my best shot." "After our last disaster, you still want sex?" Pulling away, she spread her make-up on her table and picked out some. "It wasn't a disaster." She pursed her lips in the mirror and painted on her lipstick. Dark diva-ish red. It suited her. This was the first time I'd heard of it. We'd tried not to talk about that night together if possible but I always thought she hated it. I gaped. "What!" "It wasn't. You touched me in all the right places but I knew you weren't all there." "Sorry." I smiled ruefully. "Don't be. It's not your fault." She answered matter-of-factly. "Still.." I took her hands and held it closely. "I'm glad I can be here." Pulling my hands around her waist, she hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder. "So am I. Just promise me you'll be the godfather of our first child." My hands stilled on her waist. "What?" "Yeah. You heard what I said." "And Jeff agreed?" "It was his idea." "You're joking." Pulling away a litle, she leaned back and grinned at me. "He said - and I quote `I'll beat his faggot ass if he refuses'." "Well, after that sweet offer, how can I refuse?" After chuckling over the idea, I gave her a warm hug. "Seriously, Amanda. Jeff is a great guy and I'm glad you're together." One look at my face and she knew what I'd been hiding from her. "You'll find one of your own soon enough." "It's not that simple." I laughed as I tried to hide my worry. "Contrary to what you ladies like to think, not that many single, attractive men are gay." "I'm sure you'll find your Prince soon." The bachelor party was going on full swing. And as expected Teck's apartment was filled to the brim with horny, sexy young men. Of course, all of them had their eyes glued to the TV screen where straight hard porn was playing. A few of them were playing with the blow-up doll I'd bought in the terrace. Raunchy jokes and dirty obscenities seemed to be the order of the day. Any other day, I'd have certainly joined in but today. I was not only still gay, I was also horny and slightly drunk due to the alcohol I'd imbibed. Trying to push the blame, I decided to lay blame on another friend, Siva, who continually filled my glass even as I refused it. And with all the sexy guys around, I knew that I had to keep a wide berth around them so I retreated to a quiet corner and nursed my last drink as I brooded. Although the guys tried to include me, I always felt a little out of place. Dirty jokes were fine by me but I simply couldn't find any interest in heaving breasts and bountiful female thighs. Give me a hot man with a tight ass any day. Taking a look at my rapidly finishing glass, I sighed. In a week, Amanda was going to be married. And I was going to be alone again. Eventhough I was overjoyed for her, I couldn't help feeling some self-pity. It seemed as if everyone I knew was already settling down or in some kind of serious relationship. What if I ended up alone? I was sick and tired of the bars, the clubs and all the dating games that went on there. Gay life certainly wasn't as gay as it's termed to be. So many attractive men around me and all of them straight. Yeah, life was just ironic at times. Definitely all sea and not a drop to drink. In my lowest moment, it took moments before the guest of honour came lumbering up to my private sanctuary. His large shadow eclipsed the light and had me looking up in surprise. Crossing his arms over his massive chest, Teck grinned at me. "You're not enjoying yourself, are you?" "No, I am. Really." "You're lying." I smiled but it was clear that I wasn't enjoying it. "Hey, it's no problem, Teck." "Not exactly your cup of tea, huh." He gestured to the rest of the room. Earlier, he'd tried to include me in a game of pool but I'd begged off, pleading a headache. "You look tired. Look, how about I get someone to bring you back?" "Hey, you don't have to.. I don't mind.." And before I could finish my half-hearted protest, he had gone down the bar to call a friend to bring me home. It took him a few minutes to rustle up a willing soul and I rested my head on the table in the mean time. "John, you wanted to go home?" Lifting my head up to look, I gaped. It was just my luck it turned out to be Kong. Not only was he my designated driver again, he was looking more scrumptious than any straight man had a right to be. Dolled up like a preppy boy again, he was clad in a white button-down shirt that made the most of his broad shoulders and a pair of sinfully tight black jeans that he must have been poured into. In my slightly inebriated state, I could already picture tearing his cotton shirt apart and feasting on his pecs. Definitely dangerous. Taking a deep breath to fortify myself, I started to refuse. It was after all for his own sake. "Hey, Kong, I don't mind staying really. Wouldn't want to be a damper." "It's no prob," he answered. Taking a quick glance around the room, he turned back to me with a rueful smile. It was his shy lil boy smile that always had me going. "Not really my style actually. I was already thinking of going back before Teck asked me." Reaching out for another sip, I made another protest. "But you're the best man. You have to stay." "Don't worry. No one will miss us." Leaning over, he pushed my glass away. "I think you've had enough for today." Arguing was a little too much for me in my happily drunk state and I didn't bother. But as I stood, I found the floor just a little too far away and wobbled as I got to my feet. With a laugh, Kong caught me in his steady grasp. "Took a little too much, huh." "Yeah, that damned Siva." The place where his hands touched me tingled and I smiled woozily. Imagine how it would feel if he moved his hands much, much lower. God, what was I doing? Pushing him away to be safe, I struggled to stand and managed it, barely. "I'm okay, Kong. Just point me to your car." Surely, the trip to his car must have taken barely minutes but to my mind, it flashed by like a hazy dream out of a John Woo movie. Showing the way to his car, Kong filled in the silence by telling me about the wedding plans but I was barely listening. My attention was literally fixed on his tight posterior acting as my guide. Levis would have been glad to know that someone had finally done justice to their products. When he suddenly came to a stop by a car, I quickly brought my gaze up guiltily and met his. It was obvious from his flushed face that he'd caught me staring but thankfully he made no comment. "Uhh.. ready to go?" "Uhh..yeah. Sure." God, caught staring at his ass. Though I had to admit that Amanda was right. It was more than fine. Stopping him when he pulled open the car door to let me in, I caught his sleeve. And got more than an handful of hard male bicep. My breath caught at my throat. "Oh God. Homina homina homina..." "Yes?" Puzzled, he stopped and looked at me, his dark eyes shadowed and enigmatic in the moonlight. Snatching my hand away, I tried unsuccessfully to roll my panting tongue back into my mouth. "Look, you don't have to do this. I can find my way back. Just get me a cab," I offered helpfully. Though of course, I'd prefer it if the man would just bend over and let me lick him from head to toe. Flashing his shy smile at me, Kong shook his dark head. "Hey, don't worry. I'm feeling tired myself. It's really no problem for me." There was a problem for me. How could I keep from attacking him? As we settled into the car, I could already smell him. The incredible scent of male assailed my nose and I drank him in. Oh God. What was that amazing scent he was wearing? A faint musk, a hint of leather and Kong's sweat. Yum. Stop, I yelled to myself. Straight. Straight. Straight. I chanted to myself like a mantra. This delicious boy-man was a definite look, no touch situation. As he reached for the gear shift, he kept on bumping against my thigh. Even half conscious, his accidental brushes managed to arouse me. But even as I tried pull away, I found that I didn't really want to. I liked his touch, And his voice was a winner too. Deep, smooth and mouthwateringly sexy. The man was talking about his job and I was half-paying attention. An investment analyst. It made sense and fit into the clean-cut image I had of him. Staid, well-cut dark business suits like the one he'd been wearing that first day. Shy smile. Horn-rim glasses. It would take a second for me to flick his glasses away and strip his Armani shirt off. Fantasies of throwing him over his business desk and ravaging the man in front of his shocked associates invaded my mind. The front of my trousers was getting awfully tight. There was a low chuckle from him and he gave me a quick wink. "I'm talking to myself, aren't I?" Shifting around in my seat, I forced my eyes fully open and tried to forget my X-rated fantasies. "Sorry. Not good company tonight, I'm afraid." His eyes crinkled slightly at the edges and he looked almost shy for a moment. But that didn't stop him from flashing me a quick, disarming grin. "No. I've always liked your company." Since our conversation since the first day had been mostly me babbling like an idiot while drooling over his perfect pecs and abs, I had no idea what he was talking about. With the touch of alcohol making me bold, it wasn't that difficult for me to confront him. "Are you flirting with me?" The car slowed down at a traffic light and he turned to look at me. His handsome face was shadowed, the chiseled planes brought into relief by the street lights. "What if I am?" His hand inadvertently - or purposely brushed across my knee again. It took only a second for my body to react and I found myself faced with a rampant erection. "Look, you know I'm drunk. You should know I'm horny. And I bet a smart guy like you would have guessed that I'm gay." "Yes. Yes." Pausing to give me a nod, Kong started driving again. "And yes, I know that." "Then you should know that you are an extremely attractive man and I am going to jump you like a rabid animal if you even touch me again." Even as I said it, I marvelled that I'd had the courage. But alcohol always had that effect on me which was why I tried to keep it to a minimum. The effect of what I said however was immediate. The car came screeching to a stop at the side of the road. As I lurched forward in the seat and bumped my head lightly on the windscreen, I let out a chuckle. Of course, the windshield barely left a dent on me. My laughter subsided when I saw Mr Dreamboat's shell-shocked face. He was white under his dark tan and he seemed to have stopped breathing. "Breathe." I commanded. He released his pent-up breath in a gust of air. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he muttered, "God, what did you say?" Seeing his shock acted as a wake-up call for me and I shook my head. "Nothing." The man wasn't having any of that. "You can't retract what you said. I heard it," he said softly. The stunned look on his face was a typical straight man's expression and I sighed. "Forget about it, Kong. Just think about it as a drunken come-on from a desperate gay man. I bet you get it all the time." "Not that often. And I don't think I can forget about it." Lifting his head and turning, he looked closely at me, his dark, almond eyes turned to a pair of dark slits in his sculpted face. "Listen closely. I am going to touch you again." My mouth fell open. I must be dreaming. "I must be drunk." Kong smiled. "You're not that drunk." "You're not suggesting that.." Slowly, surely, his large strong hand landed squarely on my thigh and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with a warm glow. "What do you think?" Even without the safety of the alcohol, I doubt I could have refused him. The man of my dreams was offering himself. Clearing my throat, I announced quietly. "Mr Lim Wei Kong, we are having sex." The next thing I knew it was already morning. I woke up and knew that I definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore. Not only was I looking at someone else's ceiling, I was also sleeping in someone else's bed. Naked! Still disoriented, I looked around and had to stifle a gasp when I saw the man sleeping deeply beside me. Kong! The events of last night came thundering through my poor head and I stiffened. Did we really do all that? Was I ever that agile? A quick look around the room confirmed it. My shirt was hanging from his door and I could see his boxers thrown over his chair. Peeking at him, I knew that he couldn't be wearing anything else under the covers. Asleep, he looked even younger than I imagined him to be. A dark, sexy angel in repose. It was seldom that I had the opportunity to just admire someone as beautiful as he and I took my time looking. I hadn't had the urge to sketch nudes in years but my hands itched for a pencil now. When he showed signs of waking, I felt a jolt. Confrontations certainly wasn't my thing. And though he'd initiated the first move - well sort of, I couldn't begin to imagine what his feelings were right now? Shock? Indignation? Disgust? And dammit, I plain hated talking to people naked! Gingerly, I lifted the covers and planned my escape. A tanned, muscled arm caught me around my waist. "Hey, good morning." His voice was sleepy, smug and definitely the voice of a satisfied man. Well after last night, he should be. A short thrill ran through me. Imagine if I could hear that incredible voice every morning. Barely turning to look at him, I nodded. "I am sorry. I have got to go.. I-I..." "What?" Surprised, Kong turned to look up, his bedroom eyes still at half-mast. "What? You don't have to.. I-" "I don't.. I.." I was a lousy liar when it came to such things and I couldn't offer up a damned explanation. Embarassment? Guilt? Fear? Tired of vacillating, I just stood up and started gathering my clothes. It took several minutes - and a clean face, before I was fully sane again. I emerged from his bathroom, all tidied up and dressed. It was amazing that I hadn't noticed all this earlier. Of course, we'd been too busy tearing each other's clothes off to notice anything. The man had an amazingly large house for a single swinging bachelor. Obviously he earned quite a bit. Even his living room was immense. What was the man planning? A brood of 20 kids? Or, as a sly smile curled up my lips. a mass orgy session with a platoon of marines? But I would have put the sofa on the other side of the room. God, I'd just slept with the man and here I was, scoping out his living arrangements. As I stood in his living room and buttoned up my shirt, I realized that I'd been such a fool. Even if he was going to throw me out of his house, at least he deserved to be heard out. After all, the man had just given me an incredible night - and several incredible orgasms. And like a fool, I'd just run off like a coward with the tail between my legs. Sighing, I retraced my steps back to his room. When I returned, the man was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his dark head in his hands. Clearing my throat, I mumbled out a greeting. "Hi." He lifted his head and smiled. "You came back." Unsure of my next move, I took a seat at his writing table - as far away from him as I could possibly get. Although the man seemed relatively benign, I had seen the strength in those hard muscles. Though we were about the same size, I didn't want to risk anything. "Yeah." Noting my position, he went back to looking raptly at the floor. There was a moment's silence before he spoke. "You know, I've never done this before. It was really ... something." There was a hint of such naivete in his voice that I had to smile. "Hey, I don't usually get drunk and get laid all that often either." Losing his interest in the marbled floor, he turned to look at me perplexed and then smiled. "I don't mean that. I mean, this is my first time." First time. I gulped. "Oh." The idea amazed me and I couldn't conceive how a man who looked like him could possibly be a virgin. Were the ladies blind and stupid? "Ever?" "With a man." "Oh." That did make more sense. A worried expression came over his handsome face and he bit his lip. "And I liked it," he admitted softly. "No problem there. It was good." Thoughts of last night weren't helping and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat to hide my erection. God, it would be so easy to just move over and lick that particular spot just below his ear that had him making that deep, throaty moan. As if guessing the direction of my thoughts, Kong looked straight at me, his dark eyes boring into me. "It was better than that. It was mind-blowing." No argument there. We were silent for another moment and I knew what he was thinking of. A night like last night was something neither of us would soon forget. My eyes turned to him and I ran my gaze down that smooth, athletic physique. I was right, he had that perfect golden tan all over his body. Amazingly, indeed. Smooth, baby-soft skin overlying those hard, steel-like muscles. Even now, I couldn't believe I'd done all those things with him, that I'd run my hands all over him. The gentle, wistful smile on his lips told me that he wasn't exactly averse to trying it again. Presently, I laughed. "God, I don't even know anything about you apart from the fact that you're incredible in bed." "You obviously weren't listening last night," he griped good-naturedly and tossed me a pillow. The soft pillow landed in my outstretched hands and I tossed it back. "Hey, give me some credit. I was busy trying not to jump your bones," I teased him. "C'mon, refresh my memory." "Lim Wei Kong. 25. 6 feet tall. 175 pounds. Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Don't smoke. Don't drink, not that much anyway. Have a weakness for chocolate though. Yum. An investment analyst. I wear glasses occasionally to look older - it helps in my work. Love to surf the net. Read thick, hard-bound novels. Work out in the gym to burn off the chocs, play some football. I like most kinds of music but I lean towards Jazz. Have been in several serious relationships but none with a man. Yet." He paused to take a breath and flashed me a dimpled grin. "Anything else you want to know, John?" His quick run-through had me chuckling. And had me thinking of being the first man to start a serious thing with him. Danger bells started ringing. "Well, it's nice getting to know you. Well, I -" "You talk a lot when you get nervous, you know that," he said matter-of-factly. I opened my mouth to respond and kept it shut. "I like that." The man was starting to look awfully attractive. "Look, I don't even know if you're really.." Even as I said it, I started struggling with the word and I ended with a pointed look. "Gay?" He grinned. Leaning back on the pillow, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and did the adorable head tilt. Did I mention that he was still naked? "I've been wrestling with that for several months but after last night, I gotta say I'm leaning heavily towards a yes." I couldn't help grinning. "It was that good, huh." His smile turned wicked. "Yeah." "Wanna do it again?" "Definitely." His immediate assent had my libido up and running again. Amazing how fast a man could regenerate after a night of excesses. Leaping up from my chair, I moved towards the bed ready for some hot morning sex and he stopped me. "John." "Yeah." Holding me away with one arm, he looked at me quietly. "Is that all you want from me? Just sex?" He was naked. He was gorgeous. He was hung. It was with some difficulty that I wrestled with my conscience and came up with an unsatisfying answer. "No." The brief moment I took to answer had Kong looking worried for a while but he broke into a brilliant smile at my answer. "That's what I want too. I'd like to see more of you." "Already making plans for the future?" My brows flew up as I looked at his serious expression. God, this was something I was starting to like about the man. I'd certainly like to make an investment in him. "Yes." Sitting up on the bed, he caught my hand and held it close in his big, warm hands. I didn't even have to look to know that the tingle was still there. Looking up, I saw that glow in his dark eyes again, the glow that was in his eyes last night. "I saw you and I felt something more. I want to see where that leads." As usual, I was amazed at his forthrightness. "God, you're... something." "Yeah, I go after what I want," he told me firmly. "I can definitely see that." Had I ever called him shy? He was chugging along like a damned freight train and I found that I didn't mind being dragged along for the trip. "John, I-" Suddenly uncertain, Kong started fumbling for his words and I wondered what he was going to say. "Just say it." Embarassment filled his dark, handsome face. "John, for years, I tried dating... dated lots of women. I didn't sleep around though if that's what you're thinking," he finished hastily, his ears turning red. Pulling out of his hands, I frowned. "Tell me something I didn't want to know, Bachelor of the Year." "Oh God! You know about that?" Seeing my disgruntled expression, he broke into helpless laughter and buried his head in the pillow. "I thought I'd gotten over that." "Sure you have Mr Hunka-Burning-Asian-Love," I commented dryly. "You- you.." That tribute to his looks had him bursting into another bout of laughter. Wiping a stray tear, he let out a last chuckle and subsided. "Yeah, it did garner some attention for a while - and I did get some dates. But it all never worked out. I just couldn't feel anything for them. It only came to me that I might be gay some time ago... and still I found it hard to .. it really was difficult. I did't know what to think. And then I saw you coming up the airport last week. You weren't incredible handsome. You weren't amazingly sexy." "Thanks." Taking a step back, I crossed my arms as my frown deepened. While I certainly didn't think I'd win awards for my looks, I didn't like thinking that the man I'd slept with thought the same too. "Thanks a lot. That certainly is flattering." Letting go of my hand, he leaned back again. "No, it isn't. But you don't want flattery," he said knowingly. The calm, certain way he'd said it had me gaping. "No, I don't." Pleased that he'd surprised me after all, he gave me a cocky grin. "And you're confident enough to know that you do have your own charm despite it all." This was starting to get spooky. Was the man some kinda mind reader? "And how do you know so much about me?" "The usual way. I've been watching you," he admitted with a careless shrug. Under my intent gaze, his smile turned rueful. "And I asked around. Even asked Amanda." "You have?" I was amazed. For the last few days, Kong had asked around about me? The bad lil Amanda certainly had some questions coming. Tired of standing, I took a seat on the edge of the bed but kept my hands to myself. If I started touching him, I don't think we'd finish any conversations. "Why? How?" "John, you'd have noticed me looking if you weren't ogling my ass so much." The man had a damned sexy smirk. "Ouch." I grimaced even as my face burned in embarassment. "Damn. You are a scary man." "But you still like my butt." My lips quirked up. "It's not that great." "That wasn't what you were saying earlier." Lying back on the pillow, he cradled his dark head on his brawny arm and grinned foolishly at me. I found myself wanting to bury my face in his darkly furred pits and feasting away. God, I was insane! Turning to him on the bed, I crept slowly up to him. "And here I thought you were shy, strong, silent, sexy and straight!" "Still waters and all that." He smiled and reached over to pull me closer. His biceps flexed and I had to admit to a thrill seeing that. Then I realized that we were veering from the subject and knocked his hands away. Even as he moved his lips over my shoulder, I wagged my hand in warning. "No changing the subject, pretty boy. So you thought I was ugly. You said I had no appeal. Then what made you look?" Knowing me as well as he said he did, he continued smiling in spite of my complaints. "I didn't say that. You weren't the best looking man in the world. But you had.. something... I can't really explain it well but I felt something." His eyes glowed. "Something I thought I'd never feel for anyone." "Doing good, kid. Continue." My tongue cleaved to my throat. This man could talk. "And then in the car, you made all those moves." "And I thought you were oblivious," I told him as I gently ran my index finger up his tanned arm. Catching my hand, he leaned over and kissed my finger. "I wasn't. I was fighting to stay in my seat." "You shouldn't have fought." "I was confused. I was afraid. I'd never felt that way before!" "You sure got over all that very quickly," I said dryly making him laugh. Reaching over, I tipped his chin up to gaze at him. "And now are you confused?' "No," he answered firmly. I smiled. I leaned. He leaned. And soon we were caught up in what had to be the kiss of the century. And my hands started on another expedition of Kong's perfect body. Presently, he released me and sat all the way up, bumping into me. As I crept my fingers up his naked thigh, he gave me a teasing smile. "So, how about breakfast?" My fingers stilled on his inner thigh, a few inches away from the final destination. "What? No morning sex?" I complained, crinkling up my nose. He raised a dark brow. "We need the energy. And the proteins." That was certainly a good point. "You cook?" "One of my many talents. I'm a good catch, Mr Huang." "I'm beginning to see that." My smile mirrored his and I knew that I'd be seeing him for the next little while. "Uhh.. but do you cook naked?" He laughed.