Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2004 20:41:42 +0800
From: paul sung <psun@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Year 11

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It took me more than a few minutes to track down this sweet man of mine.
Dancing the night away with half of KL's hottest guys - and Rafe - had
left me desperately hard and horny, and I wanted to release some of that
pent-up frustration where it would do most good. Ordinarily, I would have
dragged the hottest, sweatiest stud on the dancefloor down to my pad for
some sexual gymnastics but this time around I had an insatiable stud of
my own waiting at home. Guess there really was something to be said for
domestic life. Why fuck around when I had an A Grade stud-tiger at home?

Picking up his PDA as I searched through his desk, I rifled through his
schedule and found it empty for the day, surprising for a workaholic like
him. Even on Sundays, he usually had a few appointments penciled in.
John's sleek, reliable BMW sat under the porch, perfectly placed exactly
in the center as was his wont, but the man himself was nowhere in sight.
His study was sadly bereft of its owner, his bedroom was empty and I
didn't find him puttering about in the kitchen scrounging for one of his
late-night minute noodles.

It figures, I grinned to myself as I bounded up the stairs again. In my
jeans, I had an erection the size of Brazil and the doctor with the cure
was nowhere to be found. Maybe I should have taken Rafe's lewd offer to
lend a helping mouth more seriously. As I prowled the upstairs calling
out his name, I finally heard a low reply coming from the garden and I
headed that way. Wondering if the man would be up for some outdoor
action, I snagged up a couple of condoms from my stash in the bedroom.

Situated at the back of the house, the Balinese garden was a recently
added feature with its carved teak furniture, the slowly bubbling water
feature and the ornately wrought garden lamps. The sweet scent of the
exotic blooms brought a memory back to mind and my grin grew wider. The
day after it had been set up, I'd helped him christen the garden as I'd
torn into him right on the plank-like seat. In spite of his protests,
John certainly enjoyed it as much as I did. Nothing like a quick, sweaty
bout of sex to help the plants grow.

"There you are." As I rounded the edge of the garden, I found him sitting
on the wooden seat, staring plaintively into the bubbling brook. It was
already late into the night and the light from the lamps cast a golden
glow across his dark features. "Hey, man, you're home. I left a message
on your cell. I got back late, I know, but Rafe just had to dance at the
new Zouk and I had no choice but..."

Instead of making a reply, the man sat silently. Taking a quick glance at
his face, I realized that he looked as if he'd been cold-cocked with a
sledgehammer. He couldn't be all that angry about me missing a meal since
he frequently skipped his own meals when he started getting involved in
his work. It couldn't be some problem at work since he'd be inexplicably
pumped up by that and even then he certainly wouldn't be spending his
time lazing by the garden. So why the pale, shell-shocked look on his
handsome face?

"John." I approached him cautiously, edging my way onto the side of the
bench. The man looked as if his dog had died. "Wait a minute.. is it
grandfather? Your parents?" With that look on his face, those were the
first things that came to mind and it shocked me to suddenly realize that
I felt almost nothing to hear of my grandfather's untimely death. I was
more worried about how John would feel. He would surely be devastated if
anything happened to his beloved grandfather and I guess he did have just
cause since the Old Man did love him more than any other bastard in the
family. For me, it would just be another fancily worded obituary for some
rich bastard in the back of the newspaper. Hey, I never claimed to be a
saint.

This time he glanced around at me, his dark eyes unfathomable. "Don't
worry. They're all fine. Grandpa's gotten better at his golf but I think
you wouldn't give a shit about that." As I nodded emphatically, he smiled
faintly. "Nothing about your loving parents, James?"

Everyone in the family knew exactly how I felt about my squabbling
parents since I never kept my opinions quiet when it came to them. When
it came to my parents, it was an easy enough answer and I lifted my dark
brows coolly. "I think the saying is - I wouldn't spit on my mother if
her platinum-dyed hair was on fire." A wicked thought came to me and I
smirked. "I'd probably add a few drops of petrol. God, you scared the
shit out of me. What the hell has happened?"

"I spoke to Juliana."

Well, that wouldn't have put that forlorn puppy-dog look on his face.
Although I didn't exactly see eye to eye with his sister, Juliana, there
was no doubt that the both of them had lots of interests in common - a
stick up the ass amongst them. It was odd how surprisingly different
their younger sibling, Jonathan had turned out in comparison.

"Uh huh. So what did Miss Priss say?" As I added in the look on his face
and the recent events in his life, realization slowly dawned and I turned
to stare at him. "You stupid fuck, you told her."

"Yes."

"You told Juliana! Why didn't you tell me?" It amazed me that for such an
intelligent man otherwise, John would be so oblivious. It was one thing
to come out to Dev and Jonathan since I doubt the both of them would be
at all fazed with John's sexuality. They'd both be uncommonly pleased
that John was partly human at best but coming out to the Juliana Sung was
another kettle of fish altogether.

"I tried to call but then .." His voice trailed off and he looked away,
the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"Then you changed your mind," I finished his sentence easily for him.
After all, we knew each other well enough for me to guess the direction
of his thoughts. If he was afraid I was going to rush over to her house
and strangle her barehanded, he was right as usual. "She wasn't entirely
pleased with your heartfelt confession, I get it."

"She started crying and ... I think the gist of it is I don't think I
have a sister anymore, I'm not welcome anywhere near that part of town
and I'm supposed to stay away from her children. To keep my wicked
perversions away, you understand."

"What the fuck! After all you did for her, how dare she! Who the hell is
she to judge you?" What he didn't put into words, I could easily imagine.
Amongst the motley crew of my cousins, she was the prim, proper
do-gooder, always worrying about being correct and setting bloody
standards. Saint Juliana certainly wouldn't be able to stomach such
unhealthy perversions in her sterile domestic home environment. I was
already seeing red and I leapt up from the bench, already imagining what
I would do to his idiot sister. "I'm going there right now."

He tried to stand up, his feet unsteady, a tone of surprise in his voice.
"James! Stop."

"You can't let her get away with this." I swung away from him but he
stopped me with his hand on my arm.

"Please. James. Don't do this."

Turning back, I paused in my tracks. He looked so fragile, so lost. So
broken that I was shocked. "John." Family had always been important to
him and he valued the fond ties he shared with his siblings. Although he
was close to his brother Jonathan, Juliana was the one closest to him in
age and I knew that they'd been very close when they were younger. There
was a time many years back when Juliana had gone through a rough patch in
her teenage years and John had been there to help her.

As I tried to pull him close, he held me away and gestured for me to take
a seat beside him. Slowly lowering himself back onto the wooden plank, he
tried for a smile and failed. "It shouldn't have come as such a surprise
actually. I should have expected such a reaction but it was Juliana.
Although we don't get in touch as often nowadays, I always believed that
we were close all these years. I never believed that she could say...
Guess I can imagine what my parents will think."

"That's where you're wrong." I answered sarcastically, my voice a cold
whip of disdain. "If you think your mother holds the same starched-up
do-gooder values as Saint Juliana, you're sadly mistaken."

Pausing in his silent reverie, John looked up at me in some surprise. The
edges of his lips slowly turned up in a weak smile. "You look terrifying,
James. Quite like the old you."

"Believe me, I'll look worse when I see her," I replied grimly.

"I'm already stressed out here, James." His smile widened but I could see
the weariness in his eyes. "I don't want to bail you out of jail again
tonight."

"Fuck you." I gave him a cold stare. "That isn't even remotely funny."

"God, you're in a mood." Trying to placate me, John lifted out a hand for
mine and as I reached for it, he pulled me down to the bench. As I took a
seat down beside him, he reached out a hand and clasped my shoulder,
giving it a warm squeeze. "Look, I know you've never been a fan of
hers.."

"That's an understatement. No, I am not a fan of hers. She used to think
I'm a piece of shit - and surprise, surprise, I agree wholeheartedly."

"She said you'd corrupted me." As he gave me a quick wink, he tried for a
smile but failed.

"No arguments on that." It didn't surprise me at all to hear that Juliana
still held that view. Hard to change the impression she'd held of me for
so many years after all especially since I'd done nothing to warrant a
review of her first impression. In fact I'd made it a point to act like
the self-centered cad whenever she was around. As a result, although we
tolerated each other at family gatherings, we never spoke otherwise.
After my recent rehabilitation however, Juliana and I had worked on
mending our fences but deep down, she obviously still thought of me as
the irresponsible, selfish asshole.

Seein the glower in my eyes, John flatly denied the fact. "No, you
didn't. If anything, you've made me happier these past few months than
I've ever been. I told her that and I also said that she could shove her
prejudices up where the sun don't shine and stalked out of her
apartment." As he recited the events, he laughed wearily. "Slammed the
door and all. Should have seen me."

If it'd happened as he'd told me, it had to be the biggest display of
emotion he'd shown since planting his fist on my jaw almost two years
ago. That sucker punch hurt like hell - emotionally as well as physically
- and I bet no matter how blase she might have appeared, Juliana wasn't
exactly unfazed by this particular episode. "Guess I'm rubbing off on you
too."

Resting his head on his arms, he shook his dark head. "No, it was wrong.
It was horribly rude and.."

"Fuck you. There's no way you're apologizing for that bitch."

"James, she's still my sister," he spoke softly. His dark brown eyes
turned pensive and he stared quietly into the still pond. "What am I
going to say..? My dad. My mom."

"You don't have to think of that right now." It was at the tip of my
tongue to consign the lot of them to the devil but I didn't think he'd
appreciate that particular thought right now. Just because I didn't get
along with half the members of the Sung family didn't mean he shared the
same opinion of them as I did. Instead, I pulled him into my arms,
holding him tight. "Hush."

"Will you just hold me?"

"You have to even ask?"


"Get out of my house, James."

Juliana Sung's frosty greeting was typical of her - at least typical of
her before I'd undergone my recent reformation of sorts. Although she was
John's sister and my cousin, we had never been all that close. She
thought I was a heartless, selfish bastard but kept the comments to
herself while I publicly called her a frigid, coldhearted cunt. Granted
she had valid reason to be suspicious of me since I'd pissed her off many
times before with my admittedly reprehensible behaviour. After cleaning
up my act, she had made an effort to be nice to me and despite my
reservations - and the fact that a cold bitch didn't change her spots
that fast, I appreciated that fact and returned her overtures. After all,
if Joey was her friend, she couldn't be all evil. I half-suspected at
times that she was civil to me since it was the PC thing to do for a
preachy, do-gooder activist like her but kept those ignoble thoughts to
myself. The important thing was she'd made an effort.

As I looked at her standing at the door with her cool dark eyes
appraising me - and obviously finding me lacking, I knew that I should
have kept my distance. Seems my first impression of her was right after
all. She was a cold bitch.

As she moved to shut the door in my face, I forcibly kicked it open and
strode into the foyer. It reminded me of the last time I'd dropped by.
For some charming reason, I'd gotten horribly drunk and punched out
several of her soiree guests including her hapless husband. I was always
a little too easy with my temper - and my fists. Looks like I was going
to continue a trend. "A good morning to you too. Always such a lovely,
warm welcome in your house, Juliana."

"What are you doing here? Stop walking away. I don't want to speak.." She
reached out her hand to stop me but I brushed her aside. As I stalked
towards her living room, she trailed behind me, wringing her hands as she
railed at me. A quick scan of the empty apartment in the light of the
early morning confirmed my growing suspicion that her husband was
probably out with her children. Damn, I would have enjoyed getting my
hands bloodied. It would have been a pity though since I had actually
become somewhat fond of her mild-mannered husband, Chian Yong, after
giving him a black eye.

The time I'd taken to ride my bike all the way here in the morning had
taken some of the edge off my anger and I'd succeeded in supressing some
of my more homicidal tendencies by the time I'd arrived on her doorstep.
John Sung would certainly have tried his best to prevent me from coming
but since he was still stretched out unconscious in his bed - courtesy of
my special homebrewed chicken soup last night, I doubt Zhan Zhao would be
up to peacekeeping this morning. Ten minutes ago, his assistant Grace had
also received an urgent SMS that her boss wouldn't be arriving for work
that day.

"Who asked you to?" Turning around to look at her coolly, I said softly
in an insolent tone. "Shut the fuck up."

Her fair, genteel features turned as pink as her pastel-coloured suit.
"What do you want here? Did John send you?"

For some reason, that struck a raw nerve and I spun around to lash at
her. "You can say all you fucking want about me, Juliana, and I wouldn't
give a shit. But don't you ever say anything about John."

"I will say this about John. He should never have..."

"Fucked around with me, is that what you were about to say?" I finished
the sentence for her quietly. It was the truth after all and I believed
it myself. There was no doubt that John deserved someone far better than
me but that wouldn't ever happen if I could help it since I didn't intend
to let such a gem go. I was too damned selfish. Nodding carefully, I
continued, "That's where I'll be in total agreement with you since I'm as
far beneath him as the scum of the earth but that's as far as agreeing
with you goes."

"I don't know what you fed to him but my brother's not gay," she
reiterated stubbornly, shaking her dark head. "He wants to set up a home.
He wants to have children."

"Trust me, Juliana. The man most definitely is gay. I wouldn't let him
suck on my dick otherwise," I said succinctly. "And that doesn't change
his wanting to have a home and kids. And nothing changes the fact that
what you did yesterday was wrong and even you can't be blind to that
fact."

"How dare you come in here and accuse me..."

My open palm came slamming down hard on the coffee table, piercing the
air like a slap. "Look, this isn't show and tell. You'll shut the fuck up
and listen to what I have to say, Saint Jules, even if I have to tie you
down."

"You wouldn't dare..." Figuring that actions proved louder than words, I
shoved her back down onto the sofa as she stared at me in disbelief.
"God, James, you haven't changed a bit! You're still a bastard."

"Where did you get the impression I wasn't? No, I haven't changed and I
don't think I ever will. I'm still the self-involved, heartless asshole
who doesn't give a shit about anyone else. And you know what, I'm cool
with what I am. So you can go ahead and judge me." As she tried to rise
from the seat, I looked at her coldly. It was what John had once
laughingly termed as my death-stare and it didn't fail me this time
either. "But you, you sanctimonious lil prig, you don't have any right to
judge your brother. Not your brother."

"After what he did, he's not my..."

"Don't you even dare deny he's your brother." I cut in before she could
say more, trying to maintain my tone as much as I could. Strangling
John's brain-dead sister wouldn't place me in high esteem at all under
his eyes. The man had gone to medical school after all and he certainly
would not condone cold-blooded murder, no matter how well deserved. "You
snotty assed little bitch. You of all people, you don't have the right to
judge John Sung. He has given up so much for you, he has taken care of
you... hell, he has given more of himself than anyone else in this damned
family. No one has the fucking right to judge him. Not you, not me, not
anyone in our dysfunctional family."

"You're one to talk. There's no one here as dysfunctional as you." Her
dark eyes flashed with her own anger and she struggled with her next
words. "He's..."

"Did I say you could talk?" My carefully controlled voice rose a notch as
I leaned threateningly over her. At the back of my mind, I could
practically hear John teasing me about losing my head when I lost my
trigger-quick temper. "Do you know he sat outside your hospital room
everyday three years ago when you almost lost your child? Do you know he
stayed in the company so you could attend that prissy arts academy you
wanted? Do you know he's the silent partner in your husband's
architectural firm? Bet you didn't know that. And surprise, surprise,
wasn't he the one who brought you home when you were out drinking and
almost got knocked up? Not so saintly sweet, are you?"

Even as she tried to sort out the barrage of information given to her,
Juliana's eyes widened in some surprise. "How did you?"

"I have my ways." Just goes to show that John Sung wasn't the only man
with the information in this family. Although I tried my best to stay
away from the family, that didn't mean I never kept my ear to the floor
and over the years I remembered hearing some pretty intriguing things
about Saint Jules. "I'm not blind. I might have been a twigged, drugged
up junkie but I was never blind. Not when it came to John. Not like you.
How could you even suggest that he'd touch your son? What kind of monster
do you think he is? Are you so fucking blinded by your prejudice that you
can't see John would rather cut off his hand than hurt your children?"

As I continued in my tirade, her face was torn with tears. The colour had
seeped out of her face as she shrank from me. "Get out."

In spite of my anger, there was a faint twinge in my conscience as I
noted the slowly developing horror on her face and the colour leeching
from her fair skin. Determined to push, I disregarded the gathering tears
in her pretty face and continued. "And you know something? I always
thought you were so saintly. So good. Hell, even admired you for doing so
much good. God, what a bloody hypocrite you turned out to be. Helping out
with the Pink Triangle and the AIDS movement when you're just as
prejudiced as the rest of them."

"Please leave, James," she said softly, keeping her gaze fixed on the
floor. "Please."

Despite what my worst detractors would say, browbeating pathetic,
whimpering women wasn't my style at all. In fact I preferred planting my
fists into someone's jaw rather than verbally attack them but it seemed
to be the only thing to do here. Although it was tempting, John Sung
certainly wouldn't appreciate me planting my big fist into his sister's
steel-hard jaw. Slowly easing myself up from the sofa, I carefully
smoothed down the creases on my jacket and spoke quietly. "Yes, I'll go.
But don't ever come near our place again. I don't want your hypocrisy
rubbing off on us."


Damn James Sung.

It galled me to note that James had obviously employed one of my more
shamefully Machiavellian methods of coercion. Although I tried to drum up
some anger to go along with my indignation, I found it difficult to
remain angry at him when I felt much better after my drug-induced coma
last night. After all, I couldn't blame him entirely since I must have
appeared to him a pitiful wreck. After feeding me his obviously drugged
soup, James had sweet-talked me into bed, using those amazing lips and
hands of his.

Thanks to the asshole - and whatever the hell he put in the soup, I felt
refreshed and energized as if I'd slept through a thousand blissful years
and as I trotted down to the kitchen, I even found it in myself to warm
up some cereal and boil some coffee. The problems of yesterday were still
clear in my mind but I stubbornly consigned them to the back of my mind
as I concentrated on the task at hand. Scrounging a few apples from the
crisper, I sliced a few to add to the bland cereal.

It wasn't often that I'd had to fend for myself in the kitchen especially
since I usually made a regular mess of things so I usually stuck to the
tried and true. As I surrendered myself to the simple pleasures of making
a meal for myself, I conjured up wild fantasies of what I would do to my
boyfriend when he finally returned. The rest had done me - and my libido
some good and it wasn't long before my mind drifted towards particularly
vivid, salacious fantasies that revolved around James being spanked on
his really excellent butt. Shaking my head to dispell such thoughts, I
turned instead to the dry facts and figures of the project I'd been
working on and concentrated on keeping my erection down.

As I took my first helping of the warm cereal, I heard the familiar roar
of a motorcycle. James' Ducati, one of the expensive indulgences he'd
kept even with his recent shot at budgeting. Treacherously, my heart
started the now familiar staccato as I heard his loud, confident
footsteps coming down the hall after the sharp slam of the front door.
Subtlety certainly wasn't one of James Sung's strong points.

With my head down, I kept my gaze centered at the middle of the bowl as I
heard the door of the kitchen swing open. Feeding myself, I muttered
softly, "You bastard."

"Good morning to you too." Unfazed by my words, James walked over,
nonchalant as ever, to the coffeemaker and poured himself a mug. No doubt
it would be his dark maroon mug with the words SEX GOD emblazoned
unashamedly across in large font. "I seem to be getting a lot of that
today. I prefer son of a bitch by the way. More apt, don't you think?"

James had dragged on a pair of his old tattered jeans that fit his slim,
muscular hips like a glove and outlined the firm ass I'd been dreaming
about. Added to the battered leather jacket he'd slung over his wide
shoulders, the unshaven jawline and the mean look in his eyes, he looked
exactly like his old bastard self. As he leaned comfortably against the
kitchen counter across from me to drink his coffee, I set the spoon down
on the table with a snap. "James. What did you do?"

"You know, I was right about you." Taking a slow, steady sip of his
coffee, he eyed me carefully over his signature mug. "You're a very
suspicious little man."

It wasn't the first time that accusation had been levelled at me. More
often that not James was the first one to voice it out in uncompromising,
often colourful terms during one of our past disagreements. "Yes, and
clearly with just cause. What the hell did you put into that soup?"

"All my sweet love in a bowl?" he tried, his generous lips quirking up in
a teasing smirk. "It wasn't mmm... mmm... good?"

God knows only he could joke at a time like this. After what I'd told him
last night, I could only imagine what he'd do, what he'd been up to this
morning. There was nothing I wouldn't put it beyond him to attempt. James
Burbridge Sung had gone to jail for much less once upon a time. I glared
at him. "Can the quips. Shit."

"Just a little something to get you to sleep. You look like you needed
it." As he met my gaze with his own level one, his dark eyes were lit
with a fire I hadn't seen in quite a while. "Grace sent you her best by
the way - and she'll bring by some soup for you later."

It had been my first thought this morning when I got up but I'd shoved
the idea aside as I'd taken my shower, leaving the matter for later.
Grace would be able to handle the office perfectly well, even without me
and I could always show up later. "What lie did you tell her?"

"You felt unwell." Under my watchful eye, he shrugged. "Simple,
uncomplicated lies are the best."

"I had some work to finish," I said churlishly.

One of his thick black brows lifted coolly. "Really, John? Contrary to
popular public opinion, I believe the company will not collapse in a day
without you."

"You went to Juliana's, didn't you?" It was more a statement rather than
a question and we both knew it. Sitting on his hands patiently twiddling
his thumbs waiting wasn't James Sung's style. If I'd had my wits with me
this morning, I'd certainly have tried to stop him but he'd obviously
anticipated that.

James obviously didn't see any need to lie and only stood there, his dark
eyes cool and insolent. It had been some time since he'd been in such a
mood and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting totally aroused by it.
As if he understood where I was coming from, those sexy lips curled into
a smirk. "She deserved it."

Too quick to jump to conclusions, terrible visions of mayhem and murder
filled my mind but I brushed it aside. There were many things James would
do but assaulting my sister would be beyond the pale even for him.
Knowing his occasional violent tendencies, there might be some bruises on
her hapless husband though but that could be easily dealt with. So I
forced myself to remain calm, kept my hands still and spoke quietly. "Am
I going to have to call the lawyers?"

His lips crept up in an unexpected half-grin. "No. But I think we'll have
to keep our perversions on our side of town for a while."

"My God." Well, that was it then. Although I didn't expect to continue a
familial relationship with my sister, I didn't expect a full-out war
either. Wondering if she was right now informing the family of my
newfound conversion to depravity, I leaned back on my chair and shut my
eyes. There were some things not worth thinking about and I forcibly
turned my mind to finding out ways of punishing James instead. I never
thought I'd be into bondage but the sudden image of his naked, muscular
body tied up spread-eagled on my bed helpless gave me an instant morning
hard-on.

"That's all? You're not going to ask what happened?" he said, almost
teasingly but I could see that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

It was at the tip of my tongue to ask him exactly what had happened but I
figured it was best if I remained ignorant. There were some things I
preferred not to know. "I don't feel like being a material witness."

"Look." Placing his mug back on the counter, he shoved his hands roughly
into his pockets. "I'm really sorry, John but I couldn't stand around
doing nothing. You might be able to stand her abuse but I couldn't. I
only wanted to talk to her, perhaps to explain but once I looked at
her... Fuck, she hurt you and I..." His words trailed off ineffectually
as he looked back at me. His expression on anyone else could have been
construed as contrition and regret but it was hard reconciling those
particular emotions with fuck-em-all James.

Receiving even a broken, half-baked apology from James Sung was like
catching a comet in flight across the night sky. It didn't happen all
that often, was over in a flash and it often left the observer
slack-jawed and astounded. Apologizing was something peculiarly foreign
in the arrogant Burbridge-Sung household. Plate-throwing,
furniture-shattering and fistfights were the preferred methods of
conciliation and James was the product of all that. And yet I liked him
that way. Brash, unapologetic, why did I prefer him that way?

As he stood there gazing back at me, for the first time I realized that
he really had changed. Sure, he still acted like a shit but at least he
was thinking of something other than himself.

"As a symbol of my undying regret, I brought you breakfast." He held up a
paperbag he'd placed on the counter when he'd come in earlier. It was
hard to notice a mere paperbag when James Sung was standing in the room.
"It's your favourite. Dim Sum."

It was then that I noticed the sweet fragrant scent filling the kitchen
and I couldn't hide a smile. As he placed the package on the table, I
looked at it in some suspicion. "And did you put all your sweet love into
this too?"

"Drug free, I promise." Digging a hand into the package, he pulled out a
piece and bite into one, grinning foolishly as he did so. "A sign of good
faith."

"Damn you. Bring that over here."

As I reached out for a piece, he clamped his large hand down on my wrist.
"So does that mean you forgive me?"

"No. But it means I'm going to punish your ass with some sweet love
soon." As I bit into the dainty piece of meat, I could already imagine
biting into a harder piece of meat. Slipping James slowly out of those
skintight jeans, baring the smooth, tanned globes of his hard ass.

Satisfied that he'd managed to placate me, the teasing twinkle had come
back into his dark brown eyes. "Promises, promises, Mr Sung. Now eat up."