Date: Mon, 05 May 2003 00:10:39 +0800
From: paul sung <psun@hotmail.com>
Subject: The New Year 4

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"Get dressed, you crazy jackass," John yelled at me in a stage whisper as
he rummaged through his dresser drawer. One of his signature button-down
shirts was tossed onto the bed. "And stop smiling at me in that way."

Seeing John in a flurry amused me and I smiled even wider. It was like
watching the White Rabbit on high-octane caffeine as he started
carelessly throwing the ensemble he'd chosen onto the bed. As he picked
up his worn clothes from the mess on his bed, he found my shorts from the
night before and paused for a moment. The boxers were extremely brief,
skimpy, left almost nothing to the imagination and far from what I
normally wore but he didn't have to know that. It wasn't difficult to
imagine what was going though his mind. My predictions were true after
all and behind the starched up suit and bitchy attitude was an insatiable
sex hound just waiting to be let loose. I sat up and stretched. The
workout the night before had been incredible, I hadn't felt this good and
limber for years.

"Here, take this and get dressed." Shaking his dark head, he tossed my
clothes back at me and rushed into the bathroom, giving me a flash of his
incredibly cute ass. Sweet, tight and they still bore my bitemarks from
last night. As he slammed the door shut, he let out another yell to his
mum to stall her.

Rubbing my eyes, I dragged the mess of clothes toward me and sorted them
out. The thought of my formidable aunt downstairs ready to catch us en
deshabille at any moments should have worried me but I found that I
couldn't care less. Hell, I'd just had sex with John Sung. A smile curled
up the edges of my lips as I heard the man hurrying in the bathroom to
get dressed. It was tempting to take a peek at the man changing but I
knew that the little prude would have locked the door.

In little more than two minutes, John came stumbling out of the bathroom,
tucking his shirt into his pants in a hurry. The transformation was
almost complete. Blue Oxford shirt, neatly-creased, khaki-coloured
Dockers and his hair perfectly in place, he looked like a smart
businessman at leisure - instead of a hot, crazed manimal who had just
spent the night fucking away like a madman while screaming the roof down.

Hastily buttoning up the rest of the buttons on his shirt, he turned to
me with a dark-eyed glare. "James, you're not dressed."

"I know."

"Bloody.. get dressed. I'm going down now." With a last check in the
mirror by his dresser drawer, he hurried to the door, swiping his comb
haphazardly through his soft black hair. "Be down in ten."

I didn't have the heart to tell him that no one would even suspect that
we had slept together. Hell, the whole clan could find us both naked,
sweaty and in each other's arms and no one would even suspect such a
horrifying act. And even if they managed to find the stash of used
condoms in the bin, they couldn't possibly point the blame at him.
Outstanding. They'd probably blame me for drawing him into such depraved,
iniquitous acts. "John, I really don't think.."

"James." Flipping the door locks open, he cut me off curtly. "Just be
down in ten."

It was easy to see how agitated he was and I couldn't recall the last
time I'd seen him like this. Even so, I couldn't help baiting him. "What
if I don't?"

As he went out the door, he turned to me, his dark eyes narrowed into
slits. "Don't make me come up and get you."

There was a bite of temper - and a quick flash of arousal in his eyes
that amazed me. God, I'd really released a sex fiend and I wondered what
punishment he had for me if I failed to go down.


It was almost twenty minutes later and I hoped John hadn't gotten out his
cuffs and whips - although it certainly wouldn't be a first for me. The
thought of John dressed in leather had me grinning - and my dick
stiffening in my jeans. Throwing on a V-neck T-shirt to go with my jeans,
I trotted down the stairs two at a time.

As I tripped down the stairs, I came face to face with my reflection on
the full-length hall mirror and paused for a moment. It was easy to see
where I'd come from, damn the fucking bastard. Although I tried hard to
forget it, there was no doubt that my faithless father had left his
imprint on me as much as my brain-dead mother had. Along with his height
and his clean-cut all-American looks, I'd also inherited his
thickly-lashed deep-set eyes, straight brows and the unusual shade of
chocolate brown of his eyes. Of course his Ang Moh genes came along with
his name which was mine now though I rarely used it. Sure, a name like
James Burbridge Sung would have made much more of an impression with the
Anglophilic Malaysian mindset but I insisted on only using the name Sung.

For a moment I wondered where he'd gotten to after the divorce but I
quickly supressed such thoughts. It was not like he'd ever cared for me
in the least. Releasing my clenched fists, I turned away from my
reflection. At least the one thing he'd left behind in me was profitable
as there was a market for such pan-Asian looks.

There were sounds of a conversation coming from the kitchen and I made my
way there. It was always a source of amazement - and envy to me - that
John managed to maintain such a close relationship with his family.
Although he had opted to move out of the family home in Bukit Tunku a
while back, his parents came by almost every other day as did his two
younger siblings. When he was back from his studies abroad, Jonathan
usually dropped by for a sleepover after partying the night away in the
nearby clubs. For myself, I couldn't imagine speaking to my mother in the
early morning over a cup of coffee. More often than not, she wold be
nursing her own hangover after partying with some of her choice friends
the night before. If not, she would be lying abed till the late afternoon
before her biweekly skin treatments.

As I got closer, the sweet smell of fresh coffee assailed my nose and I
sighed with pleasure. John's deep voice drifted through and I could
easily remember him whispering into my ear the night before. Who cares
about a crappy childhood when you had a drop-dead gorgeous hunk in the
kitchen with a great ass - and made a superior cup of coffee.

Tucking in my T-shirt in preparation, I made sure that I was presentable.
Frankly, John's mother had always terrified me. It wasn't that she was
the horrific monster-bitch that some of the relatives painted her to be.
In some of the more difficult parts of my life, she had turned out to
have quite a sympathetic ear when least expected. Although everyone who
knew her expected her to rule the roost with an iron fist, I knew that
was far from the truth. Although John's father usually went along with
her wishes, he was far from the henpecked husband that many expected him
to be. Forever calm and good-humoured, Dr Michael Sung offered no obvious
opposition but he somehow managed to get his own way in his own
methodical manner. It was terrifying to see at times and I could see some
of his traits in John. The smiling steamroller, I called it.

The poor man was obviously having a bad time this morning as he repeated
what he'd just said. "Dad's gone for a drive to Klang?"

"With grandpa," his mother chided him fondly. "And you invited me for
breakfast, sweetheart, remember? Jonathan would have come along but he's
still sleeping. He got home late last night but he said he'll be by to
see you."

Never one to let such a comment to pass, John griped quietly. "Probably
spent all his allowance already."

Coming round the corner, I saw John and his mother seated at the kitchen
table, sipping coffee and some biscuits John had laid out. He was as
stiff as a board but perfectly turned out and no one would ever suspect
that we'd just rolled off the bed barely half an hour ago. Running my
hand over my tousled dark hair, I sighed with envy. Some guys had all the
luck.

Sensing my presence, his mother turned around with a wide smile. "Hello,
James. How has John been treating you?"

It was a leading question that had me grinning despite myself. If only
she knew how well John had treated me the night before. "Oh? He treats me
really good, Aunt Mary. Really good." The subtle emphasis on the phrase
had John's dark eyes widening in shock.

Oblivious to the glare that John had shot me, Aunt Mary took a sip of her
coffee. "Well, I'm glad you boys are getting along."

"Oh, we are getting it on," I nodded agreeably.

A strangled scream came from John and a pair of big arms lunged for me,
dragging me to the side of the table. His hands clamped down hard on my
forearms, restricting my circulation as he sat me down on the seat next
to him. Normally, I would have objected to such rough treatment but
seeing the panicked look in his eyes was worth it. Despite that unruffled
appearance, John Sung was obviously still sweating buckets. "Come, Jamie,
take a seat."

A quick glance at his face was enough to note the gritted teeth and the
wide-eyed look in his face. A soft whisper came from him as he leaned
close. "No innuendoes please."

Pleased that I had remained silent, he turned to speak to his mother.
"How about some breakfast now?"

Aunt Mary looked at him curiously. "That was the reason I came by, John."

"Oh yeah.." John stammered. "I-I forgot."

I turned to John with a smirk. "Wow. That's a first. Must have been
something monumental to make you forget." It couldn't have pleased me
more. The man with the impeccable memory of a top-grade Pentium
forgetting an appointment he'd made. Imagining the horrors of his
extremely efficioent staff had me almost smiling.

His dark eyes flashed indignantly. "Just one of those things, mom."

"Anywhere in particular you're bringing me today?"

"Today? Uhh.. I .." he turned to me, his mouth gaping. The question she'd
aimed at John left him at a loss. The poor man must have literally come
his brains out the night before - or worse, ramming his head hard against
the headboard of his bed must have jolted his brains. Well, it was for a
good cause.

Finally taking pity on him, I hit on an answer that I was sure would
please him. "Knowing John, it has to be dim sum right?"

Since it was one of his favourite meals, I knew that it would be safe and
his mother laughed in return. "Of course."

Glad to be let off the hook, he finally took the opportunity to reply.
"Oh yeah, dim sum. There's.. uhhh... there's this shop in PJ, somewhere
in Mayang. We could go there." As his mother wondered whether she knew of
the place, John started telling her about the last time he'd been there.
Describing the direction of the shop, he moved forward and gave me a nice
view of his back. Even dressed in bare seconds, he still looked close to
perfect. His khaki pants moulded themselves nicely to his long, lean legs
and unable to resist, I gave his tight ass a squeeze.

Halfway through his explanation, he let out a quick yelp. "What the-"

His mother looked as surprised as him. "John?"

"Oh nothing, mom. Just remembered something about work. Nothing much
really."

He was a smooth liar, my man and I was reluctantly impressed. Wondering
whether I should have rattled him more by reaching farther between his
legs, I smiled innocently. "You sure it wasn't a pain in the ass, John?"

Giving me a fulsome glare, he gritted his teeth. "I am sure."


It was an experience watching John Sung enjoy his breakfast dim sum. The
man lived an almost spartan lifestyle in other aspects of his life but
when it came to food - and dim sum, he was practically a coinnoiseur. He
literally attacked the dainty siu mai with a relish and appetite just
short of the hunger he displayed for me the night before.

Nudging the dainty metal plates towards him, I smiled. "Think you missed
one, John."

Halfway through a dumpling, he looked up with a rueful grin. "Is that a
hint?"

His mum laughed. "You've never gotten over this obsession."

"Hey, I only eat dim sum once a month at the most," he protested, the
hint of a laugh in his dark eyes.

"You just ate some last night," I reminded him.

"Last night?" Aunt Mary echoed.

Just the phrase last night conjured up memories of hot, sweaty limbs
entangled on John's clean white sheets, the firm swell of his pecs, the
dark treasure trail that led down his corrugated abs. Realizing that such
thoughts would only lead to a hard dick that wouldn't be sated - not
anytime soon anyway, I realized that I would have to channel my thoughts
to something else. "Yeap, auntie. John just loves fresh meat." I licked
my lips.

The emphasis on meat had his dark face flaming. "James."

Lucky for him, the comment didn't reach his mother's ears and she started
speaking, gesturing at the plates. "It always amazes me that both my sons
adored this kinda of food when I made sure to feed them only nutritious,
wholesome food when they were children."

Glancing up from his food, John eyed his mother with some disfavour.
"Consider this a rebellion. I hated tofu surprise on Sunday nights."

"It's not that bad. Most times," she amended with a smile. "Your sister
loves it."

"She is deluding herself," he replied, raising his dark brow in that
despicable way that I love.

Aunt Mary reached over and squeezed her son's hand warmly. "Both my sons
clogging up their arteries."

Purposely taking an extra large bite, he grinned at his mother. "And
loving it."

"Don't worry, auntie. I'll take care of John here for you." Reaching
over, I squeezed his thighs causing him to jerk in his seat. "Now, hear
that boy? No meat for you tonight."

For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer but then he turned, giving me
a particularly wolfish smile. "You only wish you could stop me, little
man."

I laughed. "Nothing little about me."

His mother smiled. "It's good to see you this happy, James."

Trust Aunt Mary to hit the nail on the head. It was true, I hadn't felt
this good or this lighthearted in years, drugs and alcohol
notwithstanding. "Never had a reason to feel happy. Till now." I replied,
looking pointedly at JOhn.


"Don't do that to me again." John hissed into my ear. Since his mother
had decided to leave early after a call from his father, it left us both
alone at the coffeeshop as we finished our tea.

It was obvious that he hadn't gotten over our brunch. Just to get a rise
out of him, I had continued peppering the conversation liberally with
innuendoes and almost got caught by his mother at one crucial stage.
Luckily, a quickly overturned cup of oolong tea on his part managed to
save the day. I grinned as I recalled the earlier incident. "Come on,
baby, we're here, we're queer and all that."

The man pulled back from me, looking horrified. "I'm not ready for that
kind of exposure, James, thank you very much."

Nothing like the return of the prude. Since we were kids, John had always
been the straight-laced Victorian of the family and I marvelled how that
could be when his parents still went on romantic dates in the weekend.
Even his brother was almost half the sex-crazed, humping libertine that I
was when I was younger. "How about a six-foot billboard of you naked?"

"That would kill me." He turned to me with a shadow of a smile. "And I
don't think I can ever tell anyone that I slept with you."

"Made love," I corrected him. After I'd said it, it amazed me that those
fucking sentimental words had come out of my mouth and I wondered how
long I'd been thinking along those lines. God, these were the times I
wished for at least a cigarette.

Surprisingly, he didn't argue but only smiled in reply. "Have you been
reading Cleo again?"

Damn, it was terrible being with a guy who knew you that well. Giving him
a light punch on his shoulder, I protested. "Why not? It's a great mag."

John pulled away, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "Just cause
you're on the bachelor's list of fame doesn't mean..."

"I noticed you came all the same," I pointed out.

He blushed. "I had an appointment at Madam Kwan's."

"Likely story. You just wanted to ogle all the guys."

John laughed. "Hey, they happened to be there."

Raising my dark brows, I smiled wolfishly at him. "And I looked great,
huh."

"Conceited ass."

His lower lip curved into a smile and I gave into to my temptation and
ran my finger over his lip. Soft and yet firm, I could already imagine
the taste of him on my lips.

Quick as lightning, he reached up to stall the progress of my hand.
"James, don't."

"What is it, John?"

Bringing my hand down from his face, he gave it a warm squeeze. "I need
time. Time to think and God knows, you've been giving me some things to
think over."

It was the most I've heard him say ine the past few days about what had
happened. "Good. At least I'm in your thoughts," I replied.

It took a moment before he replied, looking up at me ruefully. "These
days, James, you're always in my thoughts."