Chapter 1 Redux

My deepest apologies for the loooong hiatus, and for the false start. The last two chapters that I published gave me a writer's block so I was obliged to delete them. Sorry!!! =(

So now I'm re-posting two new chapters in an attempt to breathe new life into my Working Men series. Please enjoy, and comments are welcome as always!
 

Title – Working Men – Chapter 1 Redux - Rendezvous

Author – Rigel126

Genre – Action, Crime, BL

Warning - Explicit male-male sexual acts. You have been warned!

Synopsis – Two men and lots of booze equals sex.

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Chapter 1 – Rendezvous

“Santé!” Wine-glasses clinked amid the cheers of the mainly-French expatriate community of the Sri Khazanah Condominium in uptown Kuala Lumpur. One of the residents had taken it upon herself to organize a soirée to celebrate the start of the summer holidays before everyone disappeared on vacation trips to Bali, Cebu, Ho Chi Minh City or whatever exotic locations that tickled their fancy.

Two hours into the festivities, Asad Samuntara was already feeling the strain of forcing himself to smile and make small talk with his white neighbours. He was a tall, powerfully-built man of nearly forty years, having spent his younger days in the Malaysian army and as an amateur bodybuilder. Now he worked as a private detective, helping suspicious ladies keep tabs on their husbands for ridiculous sums of money.

Feeling well-roasted under his starched shirt, Asad rolled up his sleeves and popped open a button under his collar. The temperature around him suddenly rose and more than a few pairs of eyes were ogling his big hairy pecs, some of them in awe and others in envy. In vain, he tried to shrink his big self into the furthest and darkest corner of the festivities and hope that they would eventually ignore him.

Working his way out of the crowd (and getting a few indiscreet gropes in the process), Asad with great difficulty escaped from the rowdy terrace and went to a row of lazy chairs further away by the swimming pool.

In the fading evening light, Asad saw that he had company waiting for him. It was the newest resident of their apartment block, an architect or some other from Hong Kong. Asad paid little mind to him, but the man did have a stunningly beautiful Asian wife, and the last time Asad checked, the buxom beauty was burning up the dance-floor in a hot little red dress that should have been banned in a conservative society like Malaysia’s.

“Can I join you?” asked Asad, approaching slowly. The man, a young professional no older than thirty, held a glass in one hand and a bottle in another as he stared a hundred miles away into the horizon.

The young man looked up from his reclining position and gestured with his glass to the adjacent chair. He sat up and offered the cupful to Asad. “I hate social functions.” The young Chinese man spoke with an elegant accent but great bluntness.

“… I take it your wife talked you into this?”

 “I think you mean my sister.” The other man drained his glass with one gulp.

It took a few seconds of awkward silence before Asad held out his hand. “I’m Asad, number 420.”

“Nigel, number 504. So, what do you do to pay for such a lavish residence?”

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“Mmph….”

“Could you kindly get off me now? You’re bloody heavy, you know that?”

“Huh…?” Asad’s eyes snapped open and nearly fell out of their sockets. He saw his own naked self, in bed, atop an equally naked Nigel. “Holy motherfu…!!” Asad fell off the bed with a thunderous thump. “Oh my god!” he stammered. “Did we… did we…?”

Nigel sat up and stretched his long, lithe limbs with catlike grace, making the joints crack softly. He looked down on the older man with a smug look, almost like a tiger that had just finished its meal. With the early-morning light filtering in through the curtains, Asad began to realize that the Chinese man was surprisingly well-built. He certainly was not as big as a typical bodybuilder, but Nigel had enough muscle tone and definition to turn more than a few heads. His now-bare arms and shoulders, which were covered by his shirt-sleeves last night, displayed a collection of white scars.

“You’re one of those guys who blank out after a couple of drinks, huh? Well, your loss then.” Nigel’s gaze lowered down to Asad’s crotch, taking the opportunity to rape the older Malaysian man with his eyes. “But if you’re still packing some spare ammo in your side-arm, I could give you a reminder…” he growled huskily.

Asad had no chance to protest before Nigel pounced, knocking Asad onto his back. “Mm… “ Nigel took a deep sniff at the crook of Asad’s neck. “There’s something about your smell that I can’t get enough of,” the Chinese man murmured into Asad’s rough and aged skin, holding himself up so that his nose just barely brushed over Asad’s collarbone. The older Malaysian man, being a good 240 pounds of muscles and a trained soldier, could not resist Nigel’s painfully erotic touch. He moaned through gritted teeth when Nigel’s tongue started lapping at one stiff nipple. The Chinese man feathered his fingers down the older man’s delts and under his arms, making the hard, bulging flesh twitch uncontrollably at the mind-blowing sensations.

Asad squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering, “Stop… I’m straight…” He was horrified, and yet he had never been more aroused.

The tongue continued its perverted pilgrimage down Asad’s pectoral shelf, across the cobble-stone abs and criss-crossed over the treasure trail. It was clear that Nigel had no interest in responding when his mouth was preoccupied this way.

“Nngh! Mmph!” Asad shoved his fist in his mouth in a vain attempt to stifle his moans. The hot breaths of the young Chinese man were like a powerful aphrodisiac that set his skin afire.

The pleasurable feelings travelled to the hard, pulsing erection jutting out painfully from Asad’s crotch. Nigel’s licked up and down the shaft while his fingers tickled the older man’s throbbing nutsack.

“Guh! I’m gonna – argh!!” Just mere seconds of direct stimulation and Asad lost control. “Ah! Ga-haa! Haa… haa…. Haa…” He collapsed on the hard timber floor, his huge body twitching from the aftershocks of his powerful release. Asad’s massive pecs heaved with each gasp of air he took.

Nigel sat upright and wiped off the semen staining his lips with his forearm.

“Shit…” Asad half-groaned, half-panted. “Godd, that was… that was…”

“Good?”

“… Yeah…” Asad blushed when the word left his lips.

“Glad to hear that.” Nigel leapt to his feet like a monkey and stretched his naked self, sunlight dancing over his lithe, rippling muscles. “Mmm….” He let his arms flop down to his sides and he turned towards Asad with a cheeky grin. “And you were very vigorous last night, Mr. Asad. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for the rest of today.”

The older man turned redder still. “Holy crap… I…?”

Nigel’s impish grin grew wider. He bent down to reach for his rumpled clothes which lay scattered across the floor. “I think we’ll be meeting again soon, Mr. Asad. And I look forward to it.” Nigel quickly dressed to pass off for decent and, with a breezy “see you around” and a naughty wink, he disappeared from Asad’s flat. Asad was left alone, stunned and confused for long, long minutes before he began to pick himself up.

[Chapter 1 - Rendezvous End]