Dirty Story

We\'re back to Dave\'s POV. And thanks to my first reviewer.



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“I’m looking for Christoph.” I am asking the bartender at the club where I met Christoph last time, three days ago.



“Why?” He gives an odd look.



“I need to speak to him.” I need to see him or I’ll go crazy. For three days I’ve been looking for him everywhere and there’s no trace of him.



“I don’t know any Christoph.” And I want to strangle him.



I exit the club. The cold air stabs my lungs. Where could he be? Am I ever gonna see him again? All I can feel is the dizziness and this almost organic need for Christoph. To see him again. To touch him, taste him, hear his moans and inhale his scent again. Maybe it’s for the best that he’s nowhere to be found - all of this madness leads nowhere, and I know it for sure. But I’m still looking for him. Expecting to see him over the next corner. In his leather shorts and the fishnets – such an absurd image, in a cold night like this. But this is how he is stuck in my mind. Dressed like the first time I met him. Maybe he’s just busy. And it hurts me so deep to think so, that I need to lean on a wall covered with graffiti.



“Looking for troubles?”



Two big men have appeared from nowhere. I wake up from the dizzy spell as the adrenaline starts pumping in my veins.



I am assessing the situation. I am trapped between the wall and the two men.



“Your wallet, please!”



“My friend has asked you nicely. Don’t start any trouble. Give us your wallet and nobody gets hurt.”



He is probably right, but everything inside me is revolting. Like the embarrassment of being mugged is something I just can’t bare at this moment. The last drop. I can take at least one of them down! I’m no wuss! Shit, I am not giving up without a fight!



“I have no wallet to give.” I speak through my teeth.



“Oh, yes?”



I duck when the first punch comes. But when I am hit, I go blind and start fighting back in a fury. I wake up from the rage attack when I find myself with a knife pressed against my neck.



“Now be nice, of I’ll cut you.”



I try to regain breath and I feel the blade piercing the skin. Not too deeply... The weirdest thing is that… I don’t mind.



“Let him go. I know him.”



His voice. This is not real. This is not happening. I must have fallen asleep while watching a really bad B movie and I am dreaming this.



“Dave.” And I follow him.



I am following him mechanically. This is too absurd. If not for the physical pain, I would think that the whole mugging episode was a creation of my imagination.



I recognize Christoph’s lair. The semi-abandoned hotel. I am dragged into a room, pushed on a bed.



“You’re bleeding.”



Christoph is cleaning my cut with a wet towel. The pain sharpens again.



“What the hell were you doing?”



“I was looking for you.” I manage to whisper.



“Why are you always looking for me?”



I have no answer to that. This is so unreal, it’s not worth the mental effort to find a suitable answer.



“What the hell do you want from me?” He sounds exasperated.



I knew what I wanted from him. Only now I can’t find the words. I just repeat.



“I was looking for you.”



“This is no fucking answer!” he gets angry.



I am looking at the beautiful man in front of me. I know nothing about him. His clear blue eyes give me no information, as usual. But I’m holding his gaze like my life depends on it.



“I’m gonna give you what you want.” he sneers.



I don’t resist when he pushes me on my back and pulls my clothes off. When he takes off his jeans I notice he wasn’t wearing the shorts and the fishnets. I thought that… There’s such a difference between what my eyes see and what is real. I give up trying to make any sense. Christoph looks serious. The softness of his features that I remembered, maybe just another creation of my memory, is gone. But he’s still so beautiful. He makes room for himself between my legs. Unbuttons the perfect white shirt he is wearing, but leaves it on. I reach out to caress his sides, but he pushes my hands away. He lifts my legs a little bit. And then I feel him.



I feel Christoph inside me.



He fucks me roughly. I am tensing and staring into his eyes, defiantly. I’m getting hard as hell.



“Is this what you want?” He asks me cruelly.



I am finding myself again through the pain. My mind clears somehow. I grunt. Give me all you’ve got, Christoph.



But something in his eyes changes. He gently touches my face.



In an instant the pain is gone. Replaced with pleasure. Pure, untainted pleasure.



“Dave…” Christoph leans over to kiss me.



Pain was much easier to endure. I’m flooded with tears. I’m not crying. But the tears keep running. Clouding my vision. And I want to see him. I need to see him.



He pulls out and falls on me to embrace me. He kisses my eyes whispering that he’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry. His hands caress me everywhere and I know I’ve never felt anything so intense and I’m kissing him back blindly and I’m coming so strongly I forget to breathe.



When the world starts spinning again, I find Christoph still on me, holding me, his face hidden in the crook of my neck.



“Christoph”.



I reach between us and start stroking him. I feel him getting inundated with pleasure. His moans start pouring in my ear.



“Stay, Christoph.” – I whisper as I make him come. “Just stay.”