NEW LIFE : A SECOND CHANCE

? Boy-boy Scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ?

The moment they passed through the door of the VIP room, Randall pulled Kyle over and slammed him against the wall. He placed both of his arms beside Kyle and a leg inbetween Kyle's legs.

Kyle just gave a slight smile as he tilted his head, looking at Randall then ran a finger down his jawline, "What's the matter? Can't wait?"

Randall growled deep in his throat and started sniffing Kyle's neck. The smell was amazing and Randall's mind went into overdrive. As he took a deep breath, all that was Kyle's essence seemed to seep straight to his brain.

Kyle simply tilted his neck more, allowing Randall free access as he started raining kisses from the earlobe to his collarbone, then his lips landed right at the point where the pulse throbbed. He licked it then nipped at it slightly.

Before Randall could mark this young man as his, Kyle had lifted up his knee and started rubbing in between and touching his crotch, grinding him slowly. His hands reached up the sides of Randall's head, his fingers raking through Randall's hair.

The way those fingers played with his hair and his leg dry grinding him, Randall groaned further. Kyle brought up Randall's face and started kissing him again, running his tongue along the lips before going deep into his mouth.

Kyle had discovered what really turned Randall on from the experiments he had done in the previous kiss, so he fully utlised it now. Kyle could feel Randall's arousal getting bigger and felt him slipping his hands underneath his shirt and touching him all over.

Kyle shivered, pretending that Randall's touch turned him on as he leaned towards Randall more. Then, in one swift move, he turned Randall around and it was Kyle now that had Randall locked inbetween his hands and the wall.

They were both breathing heavily, with Randall's hair all messed up and Kyle's shirt pulled out from his pants and crumpled up. Kyle gave Randall one last soft, lingering kiss on the lips and stepped back, saying, "I'm hungry."

Without another word, Kyle turned and headed towards the sofa, while taking off his jacket and flinging it onto the chair beside it. Kyle only had a skin-tight singlet underneath the jacket, so without it, one could see his well-toned physique even more.

Randall took in that sight with a glare. He had already known what sort of body Dean had, especially after he was busy roaming his hands all over it earlier.

Randall glared at the bodyguards that were in the room, daring them to look at the young man that was sitting nonchalantly on the chair, not caring about the sort of eye-candy he was giving everyone.

"Get some food over now!" he barked as he went to join the very tempting, but mischievous boy in front of him.

He was the elder here, darn it. He was the boss!

But why was it that each and every time, this young man had the upper hand?!

It both aggravated and excited him immensely.

All he wanted to do was get this young man underneath him and have his way with him. To bury himself in him so deep and see that young face moaning while he kept thrusting inside that tight little hole of his.

Just thinking of it almost made him cum.

Damn his pants was getting too tight.

"What brings you in this part of town?" Randall asked as he sat down next to Kyle. He put his hands on Kyle's thigh, stroking it.

"Nothing, other than the usual," Kyle replied, spreading his legs slightly wider, allowing Randall free access.

From the files, Kyle knew that Randall was a bisexual, though he preferred men. To be specific, he loved powerful men but since he was such a powerful figure, there wasn't many that fit his exact needs.

He liked it rough, and he wanted to be in control but there was something in the file that made Kyle think Randall might actually really be looking for someone to control him instead. That was part of the reason why Kyle took the initiative to dominate him earlier on and his gut instinct proved to be correct.

Each time Randall made a move, he was actually respectful enough not to cross the line until he got the green light. Which was why he made that move as if he was going to kiss him but did not take the final step.

He gave off that domineering aura to subdue him, but when Kyle made the first move, Kyle felt Randall losing control quite easily. Each time Kyle made the move, or directed him, he obeyed.

So Kyle adopted the pull-and-push method.

Let Randall do what he wants at first, then Kyle would swoop in and take control. Let him see who truly was the Boss in this.

Randall's hand got closer to Kyle's crotch and his fingers hovered over the button of the pants. Kyle looked at those fingers, then turned his head towards Randall that seemed to be seeking permission. Kyle didn't say a word, but neither did he make a move.

Emboldened, Randall slowly unbuttoned it, all the while not breaking eye contact with Kyle. His breath becoming slower as he was half afraid the young man would stop him and half in excitement if he wouldn't.

Seeing that Kyle was not making a move, he took hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down.

All he could see was a lazy smile on the young man's face, as if granting him a huge favour and benefit in allowing him to do this. Yes, allow! Him, the Big Boss was being granted permission to undress him.

Just as the zipper reached the bottom, Kyle's hand went over his and pushed it away.

Randall almost whimpered.

So close! Just a little more! He wanted to try and press his luck but when he saw the dangerous glint in Kyle's eye, he stopped.

He didn't want his favour to be taken away. He knew instinctively that if he did push it too far, this young man would leave.

So he obeyed.

With reluctance deep in his eyes.

"Doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one with an open zipper now, is it?" Kyle said huskily, putting his hand on Randall's chest.

He pushed Randall down, leaning forward and going on top, towering over him as he looked at the man underneath him.

Then, with one finger, Kyle trailed it all the way down the middle of his chest to reach Randall's navel then slipped underneath the waistband of his pants.

Randall gasped as he felt those warm hands somehow not only slipping underneath his pants, but also his boxers. He was directly touching his bare c*ck and it felt damn good. Just that touch alone felt so good ...

Randall's thoughts then went haywire. Just what sort of skill does this young man have? How many lovers did he have before this?! He was suddenly enraged.

But that only lasted a moment as that breathtakingly handsome face came closer, and those damn fingers started moving.