Love Me

AN: This is a Pushy Uke story because there are not enough of them out there!

Pushy Uke = An uke, or bottom, who is not submissive at all (unless it's part of a sex game), usually initiates sexual encounters, always knows what they want in bed, and usually has the seme, or top, wrapped around their devilish little finger.

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'What am I doing here?'

Kale shook his head as he stood by the bar, nursing a half-empty bottle of beer. Half-empty for two reasons. One; he had only been at the club for 20 minutes, and Two; the taste made him sick to his stomach.

With a rueful sigh, he chuckled at himself. 'I can't even drink like a man.' The bottle clinked against the counter top as he set it down, ready to be rid of it. Turning towards the dance floor, he once again wished he had enough courage to go out there.

It wasn't that he couldn't dance. Actually, that was far from it. Most people wouldn't believe that he was quite graceful with his 6 foot 3 inch frame. He had even taken ballroom dancing lessons, much to his chagrin, as a young boy ordered to by his formidable mother. She had insisted that he would forever be doomed with the family's clumsy gene if he didn't 'nip that problem in the bud'.

So yes, he could dance with the best of them and he was sure that if he allowed himself to prowl out onto that dance floor, he'd have several partners vying for his attention in a heartbeat.

But speaking of heartbeat, his was going a mile a minute. This was the first time he'd ever been to a club and he felt extremely self-conscious. Every few minutes he'd adjust the collar of his denim jacket and pull at the bottom of the maroon sleeveless tee underneath it. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight and he feared his black boots just screamed 'I'm a Badass!' and there was nothing farther from the truth than that.

At 22 years of age, Kale was no more threatening than a newborn chick. He was painfully shy, blushing at almost anything, completely insecure about himself, and he had an odd obsession for cute things. There were two newly acquired kittens waiting at home who could attest to that fact. Kale doted on them every second he got.

Now, standing in the flashing strobes and laser lights of Klub Khaos, and god how he hated that name, he felt so out-of-place that he decided it was time to leave.

He was upset. This was supposed to be the last step. His birthday had been just last month and with only one year of college left til graduation, he felt the need to make a difference in his life.

Placing a generous tip on the bar, he shuffled off towards the exit, hands stuffed in his pockets and a frown on his face. All parts of his plan had gone smoothly prior to tonight, so he was severely depressed he'd been so hesitant at meeting someone new.

The first step had been coming out to his mother, and finally ceasing her endless chattering about bringing home girls to meet her. Surprisingly, she'd just raised her eyebrow at him, looked skyward, and thanked the lord.

Kale was surprised, to say the least. Turns out that she had known for quite some time that he was gay and she had just been trying to get him to admit it. His mother knew him better than he knew himself, apparently.

For years, ever since an accidental glimpse of another boy showering after gym class at the tender age of 14, he'd been harboring intense homosexual urges. Afraid of his newfound sexual preference, he'd stuffed them down inside of himself and become nearly asexual, focusing on his studies and becoming one of the best swimmers on his high school swim team.

Four years of swim squad and staying away from partying and drugs had graced him with an impressive physique, lean and toned with hard muscles and a baby soft face. His hair was thick and unruly, kept somewhat short but still long enough to run his fingers through. Longish bangs fell in front of his dark chocolate eyes and thick black lashes. His mother had always accused him of sneaking her mascara when he was younger, but his eyelashes were just unusually dark. Beneath those innocent eyes stood a straight perfect nose and a generous mouth with corners that seemed to be perpetually smiling even when he was upset. He was also nearly hairless for some reason, though he'd never shaved like most of the other guys had on the team. The sparse hair lining his arms and legs was faint and soft even though he was a brunette.

His mother often joked that he had the genes of a Greek God and must've been switched with her real child at the hospital after he'd been born. But Kale didn't like the way he looked. Not that he thought he wasn't attractive, nor was he vain enough to preen in front of the mirror. It was just that his looks attracted everybody. Young, old, male, female; it didn't matter. They all flocked to him for some reason or another, just to be close to him.

The problem was that Kale didn't want everybody. He wanted Somebody. With a capital 'S'. He wanted The One. Someone to come home to, someone to hold, someone to love.

And of course, someone to have sex with. Or else his balls might just split open one of these days from lack of use.

Not only had he never had sex, but he'd never even kissed anyone. Well, that wasn't entirely true. One of his female friends in high school had become infatuated with him and tricked him out onto a date. At the end, he'd been thoroughly uncomfortable and almost to the point of bolting, when she'd grabbed his collar and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Utterly speechless, he'd only been able to stand there, bent at the waist til she was finished with him. The poor girl had known instantly that he hadn't enjoyed it at all and Kale would swear that it was obvious why because she gave him a rather knowing look. But she never asked him if he was gay and they never talked about it again.

Then, after coming out to his mom, he made the executive decision to move out of his room in his parent's basement. That whole ordeal had been surprisingly easy; finding a place relatively near his school within the week.

It was a small 3 room apartment in an alright part of the city. No high crime or seedy people, but not exactly the elite either. There was a small bathroom, a duel kitchen-living room, and a surprisingly spacious bedroom. Big enough so that he was able to bring his king-size mattress from home and still have room for his dresser and bookshelf. Thank goodness for that too, because he had a lot of books.

After spending a couple of weeks with help from his mother and shockingly enough, his father as well who was usually over seas on business, cleaning up the dingy little place, Kale had been proud to call it home. His moving-out gift had been all new furniture and appliances from his parents. At first, he hadn't wanted to accept the enormous gift but his dad had shushed him and reminded him that they didn't have to pay for his college because of his scholarships and considered it small compared to that.

Next, he'd gotten a job to pay the rent and food expenses so he wouldn't have to rely on his parents and luckily, he'd been able to get an entry-level position in the mail room of a nearby corporation. Of course, it was just for money because he had no desire to work in some faceless company for the rest of his life.

Home secured, money coming in, school taken care of. Everything was set to finally find a mate. And that was why he had come to Klub Khaos tonight.

Only to stand in the shadows and blush whenever some cute guy came over and hit on him. All he could do was stutter and tremble until they grew impatient and went in search of better prey.

Kale supposed that one of the problems his confidence faced was the fact that he didn't yet know whether he was a top or bottom. It was increasingly frustrating to try and decide if he wanted to take it up the ass or not.

Even as he thought it, Kale blushed.

The throng of writhing bodies pushed and humped against him as he shoved his way out the door, and a cold rush of air and the acrid scent of cigarette smoke met him face-first. He coughed as it burned his nose.

“Hey princess, too strong for ya?” Someone heckled from the side of the building and Kale flushed, torn between embarrassment for looking so vulnerable and anger at being called princess. With his build, he had no doubt he could kick anyone's ass here.

Of course, he'd actually have to fight to do that, and Kale didn't fight.

Ignoring the comment he just walked away, head down as he swerved through the large group of smokers and worn-out dancers. Once past the building, he breathed a sigh of relief. 'Maybe next time...' He thought dejectedly, depressed at not being able to at least make a new acquaintance.

He was a block away from the club when he suddenly heard it.

The tell-tale sounds of a struggle in the alleyway he just passed by. Straining his ears, he slid back against the wall of a nearby building and listened intently.

“I said back off Blane! I'm not in the mood for you tonight.” Came a somewhat melodious male voice dripping with anger.

“Come on you little slut, when have you not been in the mood?” This voice was deeper, more gravel-y and colder. Kale shivered a little at the roughness in that voice.

“I never said I wasn't in the mood, you dumb shit. I said I wasn't in the mood for you.”

“Why not? I've made you hot before. What's changed? You got yourself some new sugar-daddy?”

“No, sorry to say. I just don't like you anymore.”

At this comment, Kale heard a harsh bark of laughter, from the deeper-voiced male. The next words made his blood run cold.

“If you won't give it freely, then I'll just have to take it. Open that pretty mouth of yours so I can fuck it or I'll have to hurt ya.”

Kale pushed himself away from the wall and stepped into the alley without even realizing it. “I think he said he wasn't interested, so back off!” The words left his lips without his meaning to and he was met with a startling sight.

The guy who had the deeper voice was a big mass of bulging muscles, ripped black leather clothing, and spiky white hair. His face was a grimace of anger as he stared at Kale, but Kale took no notice of it.

Instead, he was completely captivated by the other smaller boy pinned up against the hard brick wall. Long slim limbs and pale lily-white skin everywhere, barely concealed by tight low-riding red capri pants. A red mesh shirt that looked like it was painted on, barely covered a slim soft-looking torso, and Kale swallowed thickly at the glimpse of pink nipple underneath. Raising his gaze reluctantly, he saw the face of the nymph before him and felt his pants instantly tighten. A shock of shaggy blood-red hair that definitely wasn't natural, was strewn about a small heart-shaped face with pale almost-white eyes. A cute up-turned nose wrinkled at him above a small perfect pink mouth.

Those haunting pale-blue eyes stared at Kale, and he was brought back to his senses by the realization that those eyes held no fear in them. Even though the small boy was dangling above the ground, held up by a man who most likely intended to rape him, he didn't look afraid. Instead, he was peering at Kale with a hint of amusement, lips quirked in a small smile.

“I'd listen to him, Blane. You know you can't fight for shit.” The boy spoke in that musical silvery voice as he grinned at Kale.

Blane, who was still scowling at Kale, seemed to examine him as cruel eyes raked over his lean muscled form. After a moment, he must have concluded that it was true and let the boy go, causing him to fall to the ground ungracefully.

“Fine, whatever. Your hussy ass ain't worth the trouble anyway.” With that last remark, the mass of man known as Blane strolled out of the alley and towards the club as if he couldn't care less.

After making sure that he wasn't coming back, Kale rushed over to the small boy who was still on the ground. “Are you okay?” He asked, reaching out to brush some of the dirt of the boy who looked up at him with a smile.

Kale froze in that icy gaze that somehow made him feel afire.

The little minx saw him shiver and gave him a feral grin. “I'm fine, Mr. White Knight. This damsel owes you a reward, I think.” The grin widened. “What would Sir Knight like?”

Kale almost came in his pants right there. With a thick groan, he stood and turned away from the tempting offer. “No, that's okay. I'm glad you're alright, but I need to go.” His voice was strained and he fought to keep his composure as he tried to walk away.

But a firm grip on his forearm stilled him and he glanced down to find slender fingers wrapped around his jacket sleeve. Then there was heat near his back and he knew the boy had silently risen and was now standing behind him.

Impossibly close too.

“Can't I even give you a kiss?”

Kale swallowed again, almost fainting at the jolt that raced down his spine and straight to his cock. “A k-kiss?”

“Oh yes, just one simple kiss. To thank you, of course.” Those slim fingers managed to turn him back around and he found himself staring down at the intoxicating redhead, who was a good foot shorter than Kale at least.

“O-Okay...”

Pink lips parted wickedly at Kale's whimpered permission and two hands slid up his chest to weave through his hair, tugging Kale's face down roughly into a heated kiss.

Kale felt himself go boneless at the feel of another mouth on his and he had to almost lean into the other boy. Seeming to sense the weakness in his legs, the redhead pushed him backwards and against the brick wall behind them.

The kiss was nothing like the other kiss with his friend. This kiss made him slightly dizzy and it was only soft lips on his. When the redhead sucked his lower lip in between those pink prizes and sucked on it, Kale almost fainted.

As the redhead made love to his mouth, Kale almost didn't notice the hand snaking down his stomach and coming dangerously close to his groin. He broke away with a gasp.

“Wait! D-Don't!” But the nymph didn't listen and squeezed the bulge through his jeans. He bucked his hips helplessly at the sensation and brokenly moaned when the other began to massage him. Those dexterous fingers stroked him, quickly overwhelming him.

After only a few embarrassingly-short minutes, Kale threw back his head and gave a hoarse shout as he came, clutching frantically at the shoulders of his tormentor. “Ahhhn!”

Panting heavily and shuddering slightly, he came back down from his high and as his head fell forward again, he met the amused eyes of the redhead. A bright blush stained his cheeks as he realized how shamefully quick he'd come. There was disbelief in the other's eyes.

“Jesus that was quick! What are you, a virgin or something?” Though the smaller boy wasn't being cruel, it hurt nonetheless, and he turned his face away, biting his lip.

“Sorry.” He said softly and disentangled himself from the redhead's arms, walking away and trying to ignore the uncomfortable stickiness in his underwear.

“Hey, wait up! There's nothing wrong with being a virgin! I can help with that!”

Kale blushed deeper but just kept on walking, burying his hands in his pockets and striding quickly in the direction of his apartment. If he hadn't been so lost in his shame, he might have noticed he was being followed.

And if he had cared to glance out his window, he would have noticed that his stalker had waited outside his building to see which floor and apartment he went into.

He might have also seen the wicked smirk on that little nymph's face as he walked away into the night, chuckling softly and plotting in his head.



AN: To Be Continued!