Jade looked out his window. He exhaled deeply as he watched cars down below hustling and bustling with the sounds of traffic, basically white noise.

He wondered of another life, what would he be doing? How would his life have turned out? Maybe he'd still love it when men bigger and stronger than him begged him for things they knew only he could give. He didn't remember how long the sound had been music to his ears, he just knew it was.

For someone with Jade's character, his life had been a bit unusual. He was always as insignificant as they came, a thorn on a rose to the people he called siblings, a foul sight.
His grandmother—God bless her soul—was the only anchor he knew of, the one who always collected the pieces of his heart when his family shattered it. She loved him with everything, and she was everything to him.

Jade didn't even know, or even find out for that matter that he was hot until he'd gotten older.  He noticed the attention he got from time to time, from boys and from girls. Weirdly, he was never interested, he just assumed that that was the norm, it was no biggie. He'd had a few flings but all they helped him realize was that he preferred his own gender.

Maybe he was naive, or maybe he was focused on other things, but he was only sixteen.

At the not so tender age of twenty-one, Jade found out that he was actually hot.

The night was just like any other, the timing was as good as any, and Jade was as ready as he would ever be.
That was the night he walked into a bar and turned heads unexpectedly to him.

He was a bit nervous but he feigned confidence. If he'd accepted every single offer to buy him drinks, he'd have a hangover though to the next week.
Inwardly, he was baffled by how desperate people could be. With one hand after the other on his thigh he recalled their words.

"Do you maybe wanna get out here?" one said.

Jade didn't say it out loud but he was going absolutely no where with him. From the way his words slurred to the monotone of his voice, he was high as fuck. And Jade just didn't like that.

"Sexy," a guy said, giving Jade a once over and biting his lower lip. "I'm going to buy you a drink and it's going to be the best thing that happened to you tonight."

The cockiness this guy had was beyond the roof, maybe on another day, Jade would have liked to spar with him, see how much that cockiness would last, how much of it was real. That day was not today.

"Hey baby, I've got a beach house over at Miami and it's been really lonely lately. You, me, what do you say? I'd like to take you if you'll let me, no?"

The man had a thick Mexican accent and an easy smile. Jade had to admit, he was hot.

Jade only smiled, and kept sipping on his drink.

To them, maybe it seemed like Jade was the type of guy who was always being hit on by other guys but what they didn't know was how hard he was trying to take it all in. And then the force of the realization hit him, it was almost like they would move at the flick of his hand. It was just absurd.

Growing up, Jade didn't know affection, apart from his Nana of course, but other than that in a house full of siblings, one would think he received at least a tad bit of whatever every child should receive but that wasn't it. His was fucked up but he wasn't complaining. Other people had it way worse. That sort of denial only fueled a kind of anger deep inside of him that no one could understand. And here was a potential outlet, a plausible solution and way, to soothe the burning edges of his frayed inner self.

Mike or Mich or Bob, with the beach house in Miami was Jade's choice for the night. He was the only person who seemed to have a brain compared to the others whose heads seemed filled with testosterone.

The most important thing to Jade was that he didn't just assume, he had asked. He hadn't forced or insisted, he had waited for Jade's answer. That screamed safe to Jade, he kinda liked it, he liked his easy smile too.

Mike or Mich or Bob seemed impatient for Jade, but before he could grab him, Jade caught his wrist in his.

"No," he shook his head. "That's not how we're doing this." Jade's own words shocked him. Of course the alarm, expertly hidden behind the entire facade.

And there was the easy smile again. "Well, please, enlighten me," he caressed Jade and kissed the side of his neck. "What did you have in mind?"

From then on, Jade knew, he'd have to operate purely on instinct.

"First of all, take off all your clothes," Jade said.

The amount of time it took for this particular exercise was worthy of a world record. "What now?" the guy asked.

"How about now, you get on your knees before me?" Jade asked, sounding cocky as hell, almost as if he wasn't asking.

An unsure look crossed the guy's face but he complied and Jade nearly laughed out loud in disbelief. What the hell was this? What was it called? Although through it all, it was very evident, the guy wanted him. Badly.

"I know you want my cock. You look good where you are, so I'll let you suck it," Jade's fingers had been trailing the man's jaw and now he put his thumb to his mouth, which was suckled on very hungrily. Good, very good...

"Then, I'll give it to you," Jade continued. "I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to decide whether you want it to last or you want it harder."

"I don't usually bottom," said a voice in a rich accent.

"Key words, 'don't usually'," Jade never faltered. "A beach house huh? Did you just think you would take me, then fuck me whenever you wanted to? How nice of you to assume that I always want to be topped."

The guy was big enough, he could have easily got up and forcefully taken Jade against his will but he hadn't. He didn't.
For the first time Jade was the one in charge, power rippled through him.

When the guy didn't say anything, Jade continued, opening his zipper and freeing his hard cock. "Remember, if you beg hard enough, I just might let you fuck me, do you understand?"

"Fuck yeah," came the answer.

Jade had made this man succumb, he'd broken his will to dominate and taken charge like he's never before. That was the most satisfying feeling.
When he looked down, the guy's cock stock stiff. A line of precum, connecting him to the floor.
He looked like a match close to a flame and ready to explode. Jade was so proud.

And that was it, that was the moment he knew there was no going back from this. Later, when all had been said and done, Jade was sure the guy was going to be sore. Jade was sure he too, was going to be sore. Part of it, his fault obviously. He'd fired up a monster, he'd loved it.

It had been one hell of a night, one of discovery, pleasure and a truckload use of the word 'fuck'.

The guy gave Jade his number, his card to be specific. He'd looked desperate, and that was understandable. But Jade was going to make sure that he was untouchable, he wouldn't be anything but.

Jade only smiled and kissed his jaw before flicking his tongue at his earlobe and walking out. "I don't do seconds," he'd whispered.

The guy had looked hopeful when Jade didn't give him back his card. He was wrong.
He was going to do this, but he really wasn't going to do seconds, certainly not his first time. He lifted his hand up and let the card go, let the wind carry it wherever the night would take it. Jade walked away.

Jade wasn't going to do seconds, that was until he found a challenge. Two challenges to be precise. They weren't like any other people he'd slept or played with. Definitely not like other rich people he'd tried. They didn't flaunt or run their mouths about whatever they possessed. To cut it short, they were interesting new playthings. Smart too. For them, Jade had made an exception.

Jade still saw other people, played with numerous others. That went without saying but he knew he wasn't the type of glue to stick for long, he was going to get bored of them soon enough. And life would be as it had always been.

For now maybe... maybe it was time they met.

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