Author's Note: This is about how Wallace and Mobile met, and whatever follows until I get tired of writing. I included a few scenes from the book, only with words and from Wallace's point of view. You'll see what I'm talking about eventually...

Included in this story is sex between two men, some violence, and probably a lot of swearing. And did I say sex?

"Alright, I forgive you now," I said, looking around in awe.

Other Scott stood next to me and smirked.

The reason he needed forgiving in the first place was his own fault. We were out clubbing today, skimming several bars for any hot guys as usual, and the last bar he had picked was terrible. It had looked promising on the outside, but the phrase 'never judge a book by its cover' was pretty much the perfect motto for that place. It was dark and scary inside, and I'm pretty sure one creepy guy who looked to be about twice my age had started to feel me up on the dance floor. Needless to say, we had high-tailed it out of there pretty quick after that. I didn't doubt that one of us would have been roofied by the end of the night if we had stayed.

So Other Scott had tried again, apologizing profusely. I was reluctant to enter this one, afraid of a repeat, but the flashing lights and attractive bouncer drew me in, so I had no choice, really.

When we entered, it was pretty nice inside as well, especially for Toronto. It wasn't a gay bar, which usually made things a bit more difficult, but my gaydar was spot-on. Other Scott was sometimes shy about picking out someone he liked, which I didn't really understand. He was a little minx though sometimes, which didn't slip past my eyes. He may play all innocent, but underneath that mascara are the eyes of a little predator. I knew he wasn't particularly out to get any tonight, though, but damn it, I was getting laid. It had been a while, and my dick was angry with me.

I fiddled with the collar of my shirt, which was fitted and black (my 'asking for it' shirt). I looked over at Other Scott.

"Hey, Scotty, let's go get a drink first," I suggested. He nodded, so we made our way over to the bar.

As we sat, I noticed it was made entirely of glass. You could see the bartender through it, moving around, making drinks, and taking orders. The shelves beneath that held all of his materials for doing so were also visible. He wandered over to us finally and we shouted what we wanted over the music. He nodded, then ducked beneath the glass counter and rummaged around.

"See anything?" Other Scott said, wiggling his eyebrows. I smirked briefly at him, then looked around the room.

There were a lot of people dancing, that was for sure. I squinted to try and see through all the damn strobe lights, try and pick out the faces. Looks weren't the most important thing to me, of course, but I wasn't really looking for a relationship today. I was kind of on a mission. I felt a little bad, really, only picking out a guy for sex, but I didn't think I could even handle seriously going out with someone. Scott made sure of that, what with him hanging around all the time. Of course, I guess he was my roommate…

Even if I did pay for mostly everything. All the time.

I saw a few guys with glasses, which always made me shiver. I'm not exactly sure what that was all about. Who the hell had a fetish with glasses?

Me.

But sadly, it was a bit hard to see what they looked like. I sighed in frustration and turned back to the bar. My drink was sitting there. A cotton-candy martini, which was about the gayest drink I ever ordered, greeted me cheerily. I took the martini glass and swigged the blue liquid eagerly. Sweet nectar.

Other Scott always laughed at my drink choices.

I waited a while, enjoying just drinking and being merry. Occasionally I would try and look around again, but those attempts went as well as the first did. Little visibility. How in the hell was a guy supposed to get laid in this place if he couldn't even pick out a good candidate?

"I can't really see anything, so I guess I'll have to go dance to try and coax one over," I said over the loud music. It boomed from the speakers and tried to drown out my voice, but Other Scott was right next to me and nodded. Then he frowned slightly.

"Maybe you should wait a bit," he said.

I looked over at him incredulously. He had never turned down dancing before…

"Blondie over there's been staring at you," Other Scott muttered, grinning and pointing with his pinky finger. The rest of his hand was occupied with holding his glass.

I looked over the top of my martini and, sure enough, there was a guy with white-blonde hair sitting on the corner adjacent to us. He looked away as soon as my eyes found him, but wasn't quick enough for me to miss it. The guy took a swig from his own drink, which was a light sea-green color. I wondered vaguely what it was.

He was pretty attractive, too. His face looked like it was sculpted by angels or something, and his skin looked soft and well taken care of. His whitish hair was short, but still managed to frame his face perfectly. Plus, he was wearing a pair of very sophisticated-looking thin-framed glasses.

"Damn," I said, turning my attention back to my martini. Other Scott laughed.

"I'm jealous," he muttered, taking a sip from his own drink.

"I wonder if he's shy?" He hadn't come over yet, and I wasn't sure if he would. His face held a constantly bored expression, which only seemed to enhance his good looks. Perhaps it was a cover, or perhaps he really wasn't interested.

"I don't know, but he's cute no matter what," Other Scott replied matter-of-factly.

I sighed, sipping my martini. I would need another one soon. Was I going to have to make a move on this guy, or would he do it? Or, was he not even looking at me and I was just worrying myself? I pondered this, swirling my dwindling martini glass.

I wasn't really self-conscious a lot of the time. Call it cocky or whatever, but I knew I was relatively good-looking. I got a fair amount of offers, and I wasn't about to let this guy slip away, even if he wasn't interested at this very moment. Perhaps with the right amount of coaxing, he would come around. I would just have to make the first move, that's all.

I took the last swig of my martini and set the empty glass down, then turned to Other Scott.

"I think I'm gonna – "

But the bartender cut me off as he approached and said, "This is from the gentleman over there."

He pointed to the blonde guy and then set down another martini for me. I grinned, my cheeks turning slightly pink, and thanked him. Apparently he was braver than I thought.

I picked up the martini, raised it to the blonde guy (who was watching now), and smiled to say thanks. He gave a dazzling smile back and I almost feinted. God, I was such a girl.

But I kept my cool and sipped my new martini happily. This one tasted a bit better, like victory. It was only a matter of time before he got the courage to come over and talk to me. Other Scott and I waited patiently.

"He looks really…I don't know, intense, I guess," Other Scott said, eyeing the guy a bit warily. "Even if he is the hottest guy on Earth."

"What do you mean by intense?" I asked, amused. I ran a hand through my gelled hair in a slow way, trying to entice him to get his ass over here.

"Well, he just looks…I dunno. Almost too good-looking."

We looked at each other and laughed. Like that was ever a bad thing.

"I just hope he's not some creep-o or something," Other Scott added seriously.

"One way to find out," I said, grinning as I saw him get up from his stool. He was mine…

The blonde guy came over, looking a bit nervous. I always thought it was cute when guys were scared like that. Perhaps it was my predatory side that liked seeing such an innocent emotion. I would have to be extra flirty in order to keep this dude around…

"Hi," I said, smiling sweetly. He smiled back again, seeming to gain some confidence.

"I, uh, gotta go to the bathroom," Other Scott said smoothly, getting up and disappearing.

The blonde guy sat on my other side, being courteous by not taking Other Scott's seat.

"Thanks for this," I said, brandishing the martini.

"No problem." His voice was throaty, as if he had a permanent chest cold that made it a bit hoarse. Damn, even his voice was sexy. Perhaps he was foreign.

"What's your name?" I started with the basics.

"Mobile. You?"

"I'm Wallace," I said, sipping my drink. "I know it's an old-man name." I stuck out my tongue in mild annoyance. His eyes focused on the action briefly before they flitted up to my eyes again.

"Do you like to dance, Wallace?" he said, smiling a little. He seemed nervous again, but handsomely so.

His eyes were wide and a sort of grayish color behind his glasses. They looked innocent, yet experienced at the same time, which was sort of confusing. A bit like one of those Siberian Husky dogs. Half wolf, half loveable pet.

I nodded to answer his question, swallowing the gulp I had taken.

"Yeah, but only with hot guys," I said nonchalantly. He looked at me confused, as if wondering what this meant about him.

I laughed and dragged him over to the dance floor.

It had started out innocently enough. I wasn't trying to be too whorey at the start, which was difficult for me with two martinis in my system. Getting all up on a guy scared them off sometimes if they were shy, or it made them uncomfortable. But when he started moving closer to me as the songs went on, I started feeling the martinis a bit more and reciprocated. He was just too good-looking to not be close to.

Soon, I was facing away and grinding against him, which he didn't seem to mind. I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear, despite the booming speakers, which I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on immensely. His hands were on my hips and I wanted them to stay there. This one looked promising for sure, and I couldn't have been more thrilled. Or lucky.

I vaguely wondered where Other Scott was and looked around. My wandering eyes finally located him at the bar, smirking. I smirked back as I felt Mobile's breath on my neck. He was getting a bit excited too, from what I could read by how his hands were moving up and down my sides slowly. I also could feel something else against my jean-clad ass as I rubbed up against him, and we couldn't let that go untreated…

"Do you want to go somewhere?" I asked breathlessly, leaning my head back to speak in his ear. If I hadn't, there would have been no way he could have heard me.

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

Score.

We walked away from the giant crowd of people and headed back to the bar. My stomach made an angry noise. I sighed.

"Do you mind if we go somewhere to eat first? I think those martinis are burning a hole in my stomach," I asked. Probably should have eaten before we came here, but I wasn't one for planning ahead much.

He nodded, so I went to go retrieve Other Scott.

"Hey Scotty, we're gonna go get something to eat. You wanna come, or are you staying?" I said, still slightly out of breath. It was hot on the dance floor, and was no doubt hotter while we had been on it…

"Yeah, I'll come along. I was about to go home anyways, seeing as how you were doing pretty well on your own," he smirked. I laughed.

So, the two of us decided to go to my place because it was closer. At Pizza Pizza, which was on the way, we all stopped for food after nearly collapsing from hunger. We were also all damp from the rain outside, yet my hair seemed to keep its messy attitude as always. It had taken years of conditioning, but I had finally managed to beat it into submission and make it stay in line through rain or snow.

"I'm gonna go to the ATM for a second," Mobile said almost right after we walked in. He waved to make sure I saw him leave again. Before I could tell him to not bother and that I would take care of the food, he and his whitish hair were gone. I felt kind of guilty that he had to go down the street in such crappy weather.

"Hey dude, I'll pay for it," I said, swatting Other Scott's hand away from his pocket.

"Thanks man," he said, grinning innocently.

I reached into my back pocket to get my wallet, during which I noticed my keys were gone. Shit.

After pulling out the cash and paying the chick at the register, who was holding two steaming slices of pizza that looked fucking delicious, I heard Other Scott shout beside me.

"Hey, Scott!"

I was in the middle of juggling two plates and two sodas, so I couldn't manage to turn around right away. But once we got sorted out, I looked around to see Scott and Ramona walking in, looking drowned from the weather.

"Scott and Ramona! My favourite boy/girl couple!" I said, making the distinction. I had other friends, you know. "How's stuff?"

Scott scratched the back of his head, which could have been from the rain or a sign he was lying.

"Uh…fine. We were just at a show," he said, his huge eyes looking up at the ceiling.

So damn cute, yet so damn straight. Well, not totally straight, but too straight to sleep with.

"We went clubbing!" Other Scott said innocently enough. "Who was playing?"

"Uh…no-one," Scott said, obviously hiding something. I narrowed my eyes, sensing his hesitance. "Some local band. From Montreal."

"Scott's, uh, ex," Ramona added flatly.

I noticed her head was glowing a bit, but it might have been the light. Or her vibrant hair, I was unsure.

However my mild curiosity was overtaken by a bout of rage at that harpy's mention. What the fuck was he doing hanging around that bitch who broke my poor defenseless Scotty's heart? Even if he was an idiot, no one was as broken as Scott was for the last year. And now…she returns.

Bring it on, bitch.

"Are you kidding me?" I burst out. "She called you and that put you in a coma, and you actually went to see her play?"

"And we sat in a dirty room with her for like seven zillion hours while she lorded it over everyone with her smug little laugh and her high heels," Ramona said snarkily.

Scott, as always, undermined things.

"I wasn't that bad!" he said, eyes wide again.

"Scott, yes, it was," she shot back.

"What band is this?" Other Scott asked. He tried to stay in the loop as much as he could, but at the same time, we mostly drank away the night on our outings. We probably always forgot about half of what we talked about whenever the two of us got together…

Anyways, rage still burning.

"That unbelievable bitch!" I shouted, clenching my fist as I maneuvered into a seat. She sounded as though she had gotten even more incredible as time had passed. Perhaps Scott had actually been soaking up some of her evil when they were together, making her a more bearable person to be around. The thought was disgusting. How could she be worse? "If she gets her claws in you again, Scott, so help me –" I cut off, "Are you wearing my shirt?"

"This is yours?" he asked, picking at the collar.

"Well, I was wearing it the other day, anyway…" I trailed off, momentarily distracted.

"Should I take it off?" Scott mumbled.

Ramona coughed loudly, then said very clearly "Envy Adams!"

Rage.

"Where?" I snarled. "I'll kick her snooty ass!"

"Well, Envy is dating Ramona's third evil ex-boyfriend, and he's kind of, sort of, uh, tough," Scott sounded beaten. Had he actually lost a fight?

Well, he wouldn't next time if I had anything to say about it.

"We'll train. Don't worry about it. Tomorrow morning," I said, tearing into my pizza finally. All that Envy-hating gives you an appetite.

"Tell them about your friend," Other Scott said slyly.

"Oh! Dude!" I said excitedly. "I picked up this boy? Named Mobile?"

I didn't mention that it was Mobile who did more of the picking up, really.

"His name is Mobile?" Scott asked, sounding confused.

"Yes!" Was it so hard to grasp?

"Is he…European?" Scott said slowly.

"He's very intense!" Other Scott said seriously.

"He's slightly intense," I sipped my Diet Sprite.

"Very," Other Scott persisted.

"Anyway, he went to the bank machine, I don't know what's taking him so long…" I explained. I was a bit worried, really. Great, he probably ran off or something once he saw what a slut I was in the lighting.

"So, you're saying I should stay over at Ramona's?" Scott said knowingly. Wow, he was really getting the hang of this 'me sometimes having a life' thing.

"Uh…" Ramona sounded doubtful.

"Ramona, pleeeease…I picked up this boy and we only have one bed in our apartment and I need the one bed for the cuddling!" I begged. I forgot to mention that there would be less cuddling and more desperate ravaging, but she didn't need to know that at the moment.

"Don't I know it." she said, rolling her eyes. I didn't want to think about straight people sex in my bed, but I was forced to now.

Thanks bitch.

"Ramona, I love you. I'll love you forever. And I have dipping sauce for you!" I seized the small cup of ranch dressing. "I'll be your dipping sauce bitch!" I pleaded.

"Dude, it's okay. Scott can come over. He just…he…he smells like trash," she said hesitantly-but-not-really. "But it's okay. I'm just tired and cranky and like…how did he date her? What's wrong with him?"

This I could see.

"Let's be friends based on mutual hate," I smirked and we shook on it.

"It's unreal. Look at him! He's so cutesy and unassuming," she added, waving her arms at Scott.

He looked back at her, appalled. "Cutesy?"

Just then I remembered my previous dilemma, right before we had all come together in this little reunion.

"Oh hey, Scott, give me your keys. I forgot my keys," I said, rummaging in my pockets even though I knew they weren't there.

"You invited a guy over knowing you had no keys?" Scott said incredulously. He gave them to me anyways.

"I just figured it'd all work out. And it did!" I said triumphantly, jingling them before him. People thought I stumbled blindly through life, but I was insanely lucky, so I was allowed to do so. "This bodes well for my future."

Ramona stood and grabbed Scott's arm, dragging him towards the door and saying "Okay, we're leaving now."

"Bye, guys," Scott waved, looking like a puppy that had been struck with a rolled-up newspaper.

I waved back. He needed a good telling off once in a while, and I was glad I didn't have to do it for once. Even if I didn't know what he did to deserve it, per-say.

Other Scott had gotten off at his stop after Pizza Pizza, so it had been just me and Mobile then.

While we had been alone and talking, sitting very near each other on the bus, Mobile had been warming up to me even more.

"No, it's your Chi. You spread it all over the surface of your body and then push it outward."

I felt small speck of water fly in all different directions, though in a fan outward away from Mobile.

"That's cool. Are you magic?" I asked, confused.

"No," he laughed. "You can do it too. Just try."

I closed my eyes tight and tried. I imagined my Chi like a thin layer of skin over my skin. It was the closest I could think to what he was explaining. Then I imagined it lifting off of me, and my hair blew about like I was in the wind.

"See?" he said, smiling lightly.

I looked down to find myself dry.

"Wow, it worked," I replied. I was pretty shocked. I had never manipulated my Chi before.

That sounded dirty. Perhaps because I was already horny as hell. Having this cute guy next to you was enough to make anybody salivate.

"So your place is in two stops, yeah?" Mobile asked, leaning closer to me.

"Yes," I said, grinning ever-so-slightly at the mild impatience in his voice. "But it's not very special, so don't expect a grand staircase or anything," I added bitterly. I hated where I lived.

"I'm sure it's adequate enough," he said, almost speaking directly into my ear.

"Adequate for what, exactly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I tried to keep my voice level to hide my obvious arousal. This guy was too damn close.

"I don't know, what do you want me to do to you?" his throaty voice replied.

I pretty much almost jizzed right there, which would have sucked, really. I managed to not do that and instead laughed lightly, feeling his warm breath on my neck.

I wasn't going to make it.

But apparently there was a God, because my stop came up at that very moment. I picked up my jacket hurriedly, which had been draped over the back of the seat, and led Mobile to the swingy door of the bus. It opened to reveal the sidewalk and we stepped out onto it.

"So this is it," I sighed, walking up the pathway to the front door. I don't know why I was so worried about this guy's approval. Perhaps because he seemed so 'intense' or whatever.

"It's fine," he chuckled. Great, now he knows that I was seeking approval, which means it was a pity-compliment.

Holy shit, self. Chill the fuck out.

I unlocked the door, the keys jingling wildly what with all of Scott's stupid keychains. Seriously, the guy had two keys but about a thousand little charms and stuff, most of them relating to Zelda. After I pushed the door open and walked inside, I gestured vaguely at the hooks on the wall.

"So, I don't know, you can put – "

But that was as far as I got before I felt eager lips attacking my own. I got a brief glimpse of whitish hair before I closed my eyes and moaned. I forgot what I was going to say anyways…

He kissed me vigorously, his tongue working into my mouth. I met it with mine and they battled furiously. I felt him push me against the wall and bite my lower lip, making me shiver. He was certainly awesome when it came to making out. I felt around blindly beside me and shut the door again, yet still remained heavily distracted by the delicious lips on mine.

I sighed breathily as he moved down to my neck, biting and sucking as he went. He was pretty talented, I had to say. His straight teeth nipped me gently and I felt him lift my legs to wrap them around his waist, him now holding me up completely. He pressed his groin against mine as we kissed again, pushing me tighter against the wall. I felt dazed as he ran his hands all over me. He was greedy, feeling me everywhere, but I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. The fact that it was from this freaking model also helped…

Mobile wrapped his arms around me and carried me over to the bed, still tonguing my mouth eagerly. He must have seen enough of the apartment in the two seconds we were in the door to know where the bed was, because he managed to find it in the semi-darkness and lay me down. I could definitely feel a growing in my pants at the prospect of what was to come. He stood before me and pulled off his shirt, then quickly got on top of me and started placing smaller kisses on my lips. The sweetness of them made me smile slightly. He was clearly in a hurry to get me undressed, but not enough to take time on little things like this. How did a guy like this even exist?

I helped wiggle out of my own shirt as he hiked it up and over my head. His tongue came back to greet mine again, and my breath quickened when I felt his hands on the button of my jeans. He undid it quickly, despite his obvious distraction above, and pulled my zipper down too. I threaded my fingers through that wonderful, nearly white hair of his and felt him working my pants and boxers down my hips. I lifted them to help him, since he seemed unwilling to break the kiss this time. I was only too happy to oblige. He was a great kisser…

I sighed again as I felt him grasp my erection suddenly and start working at it. I enjoyed this for a moment, feeling his calloused hands on me, so slow and teasing. His other hand was undoing his own belt and jeans, with which jingled as he quickly dispatched them. I moaned slightly, seeing his generous size.

I wanted that thing in me so bad.

"Lube?" he whispered against my ear, which made me shiver.

"In – in the drawer," I breathed, feeling him stroke me extra slow when I tried to speak. I pointed over to the desk, which was the one place Scott never looked since it didn't contain food or video games.

He reached out a hand toward it, which confused me. The desk was across the room, there was no way he could reach from here.

Apparently I was mistaken. My lubricant, which was expensive and had a tingly feeling to it, flew from the now open drawer and into Mobile's hand quickly. I looked up at him, confused, only to see his eyes fading to their normal color after having been completely glazed white and shining. Uh…what?

"I'm psychic," he said, obviously seeing my bemused expression. His face looked sheepish, perhaps because he hadn't told me sooner.

"W-why?" I asked, confused. I was also a bit distracted, due to the current placement of his hand.

He shrugged. "For my own reasons. I'm not radio-active or anything."

"Oh," I replied. I decided I didn't care, and it was a bit hard to think straight while there was a hand on your dick.

When he saw that I wasn't freaking out, he continued.

Mobile opened the little bottle and immediately spread some on his length, which was clearly hard. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, unable to stop myself. He was so hot, even his psychic powers were sexy.

I saw him coat his fingers in the substance too, which was all the warning I got before he shoved his tongue in my mouth again, while shoving his fingers in my entrance. I moaned into his mouth, feeling him gently work them inside me. I clutched at his hair as he fingered me expertly, making me want him that much more. He moved away from my mouth just as he grazed my prostate, making me gasp.

"Ohh," I whined, feeling it again. He nipped my lower lip affectionately, looking as though he was enjoying this.

I bucked my hips back against his hand as he worked inside me, loving how he felt. This adorable guy, doing the dirtiest things to me, in my bed. I was in heaven.

He looked down at me, flushed from his own arousal, and his eyes glowed briefly as his free hand played along my chest. His fingers glowed ever-so-slightly on my skin.

"Ah!" I cried, feeling a jolt of pleasure in both my lower half and on my nipple, which he was currently playing with. I panted and closed my eyes, turning my head to the side from the aftershock. What was that? Some freaky, psychic thing? I wasn't quite sure if he should be messing with my nerve endings like that…

He did it again, making me moan loudly. I decided it was alright.

I arched into his touch as he continued to play with me. He was too good, I wasn't going to survive the night if he continued this. His slim fingers made me worship them and my mind started to go fuzzy. There was just this guy in front of me, making me feel amazing, and that was all I was aware of.

Just then he pulled away and I saw him stroke his own arousal a few times. He moved his hips closer to mine, but I managed to gather enough presence of mind to grab his shoulders.

"Wait," I said breathlessly, shaking slightly from his previous ministrations. He looked up, concerned.

"What is it?"

I used my remaining strength to flip him over and climb atop him this time. It was his turn…

"I want to ride you," I said, some solidity returning to my voice. His mouth opened slightly and a soft groan escaped him.

He didn't do anything else, so I decided that was my signal to continue. I centered his dick with my hand, hovering over it on my knees. He looked up at me, clear want in his eyes as well as a bit of surprise, and I slowly lowered myself onto him.

He grunted, I moaned. I could feel his generous length entering me, which still hurt a little no matter how many times I had done this, but finally reached the end with his hips flush with mine.

"Fuck," he said simply. He put his hands on my hips and caressed the skin there lightly.

I smirked, seeing the desperate look in his eyes. It was clear he wanted me to get going. I decided that I was adjusted enough, and gently began to move, using my knees on either side of him to push me up. I saw him reach up to his face, for his glasses.

"Don't," I whispered, holding his wrist away from his eyes. I didn't stop moving against him as I spoke. He just looked up at me confused. "Leave them on," I clarified, "I want you to see me."

I thought I felt him shiver slightly beneath me.

I continued slow for a bit, getting used to the feeling. He began panting hard when I started grinding a little with each thrust, his toned chest glistening wonderfully in the low light from the window.

I whined again, feeling his cock brush my prostate once more. I put my head back and placed a steadying hand on his abdomen so that I could keep going, because hitting that spot was making me a little weak. His hands held firm on my sides. I ground my ass continuously against his hips, making him and myself moan.

"Oh, god," I said breathlessly to the room. I moved a bit faster, feeling his hands encourage me to do so.

I took my own cock in hand to relieve my tension and started stroking myself. Mobile made a funny noise, almost a gasp, as he watched me jack myself on top of him. I could feel him start thrusting against me, trying to go deeper.

"Yes," I breathed. I hadn't felt this good in a long time…

I rode him hard, pumping my own erection in time with the friction inside me, which felt wonderful. Sweat dampened my hair slightly, and my thoughts became less clear. I could feel the build-up, which tingled in my midsection, making me whimper as I impaled myself as hard and fast as I could.

I cried out loudly as I came. My warm seed spilled over my own hand and my muscles tensed. I continued to grind against Mobile's cock, hearing his breath hitch as I tightened around him reflexively during my orgasm. With my eyes closed and my head back, I almost forgot where I was for a second.

Oh yeah, I was having totally awesome sex with a random guy I met at a club.

I sat atop him, with his dick still inside me, and panted wildly. The aftershocks were making my mind blank. I was surprised I could still sit up straight.

While I was still reeling, I felt Mobile lift me slightly and pull out. He flipped me over, gently despite his haste, so that he was on top again and I was now on my stomach. His breath was uneven, displaying his excitement. I felt him spread my legs and immediately push back into me from behind, but I was too tired to do anything now.

Except moan.

He pounded into me, no doubt trying to get himself off now. I supposed I was a bit selfish. I should have let him finish first, but I got carried away. I don't know if it was because I hadn't been laid in a while or because his cock felt extra-amazing, but I hadn't been able to hold myself back.

However, his excited breathing and wandering hands said that he didn't seem to mind. He felt along my body, my mind still a bit dazed. His hands brushed my sides, my stomach, my hips, my back. The way he touched me made it feel so intimate for two people who had just met a few hours ago. I felt his hand wander around to my front and down to my dick, which was half-hard again at the feel of his cock inside me once more. He must have noticed this, or my pleasured gasps, because he grasped it and began stroking me slowly again.

I buried my head in the pillow beneath me, groaning. This guy was going to make me come twice…

He placed kisses on the back of my neck, nipping at it periodically. His powerful thrusts into me sent little shocks to my groin, making me harder and causing me to get all hot again. I whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, but it was muffled due to the fluffy pillow beneath me. His other hand wound into my hair, pulling it slightly as he lifted my head up.

My breathy sigh must have notified him that I liked my hair being pulled, because he chuckled slightly.

"I want to hear you," he whispered against my neck.

"Oh," I whined, turning my head to the side. Mobile's throaty voice made my skin prickle, especially when it sounded so commanding. His hand was merciless on my dick, and I could already feel the ache for my second release.

I bucked back against him to meet his pounding cock, which made him make a pleasured noise in the back of his throat. His tongue ran sexily along my shoulder, making me sigh. My arms were going to give out if he kept doing shit like that…

"Fuck," I said, closing my eyes. He was bumping my prostate again, making my mind go fuzzy once more. Mobile wasn't showing any mercy.

He pulled me back so that I was upright on my knees. I don't think I would have been able to keep myself up if he wasn't holding me tight against his chest with the arm that wasn't busy stroking my cock. But he held firm, grinding his hips into me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. All I could do was lean against him and moan wildly, feeling that familiar build-up in my groin yet again.

My panting increased, as well as his, and I finally lost control again.

"Ah!" I shouted, coming a second time that evening. My head dropped back onto his shoulder as my body locked. I clutched desperately at his arm across my chest, feeling the waves crash into me. Mobile thrust against me hard as I came and his teeth clamped down on my shoulder, giving me no chance at keeping my sanity through this.

As I slowly came down from my high, I heard Mobile groan from behind and felt his cum spurt into me. The warm feeling was pleasant, and I had grown to like it over the years. In the aftermath of an orgasm, however, I was still regaining my ability to process information.

Mobile slowed and stopped, still nipping me gently on the shoulder. My dazed mind began kicking back into action, though slowly, as he pulled out of me. I felt the beginnings of a smile form at the corners of my mouth.

But when I realized what was happening, that Mobile had just come inside me, I felt a pang of guilt. I realized that I hadn't used a condom. What an idiot. He seemed like a very clean person and all, but that didn't mean I should just have random, unprotected sex with someone I barely knew. Well, it was too late now.

I felt him release me, still breathing heavily, and I flopped down onto the pillow. That poor pillow had witnessed its fair share of gay sex during its existence in this apartment. At least its life wasn't boring, that was for sure.

Mobile flopped down beside me, smiling slightly. He looked tired, but still more fucking cute than anyone should be allowed to be. I grinned back at him, unable to help myself. He was contagious.

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?" he asked, half muffled by Scott's pillow.

"Yeah," I said, laughing slightly. "I'm not gonna kick you out, you know. I'm not a jerk."

Mobile chuckled. I felt him throw a lazy arm over my shoulders and he leaned over. His tongue grazed the shell of my ear before his teeth bit it lightly.

Damn, he was just sexy all the time.

I was hoping he wasn't trying to have another go, because I really didn't think I could take it. However, he simply kept his arm over my shoulders and laid his head back down where it had been.

"Thanks," he said sleepily.

As my mind drifted off and my vision became darker, I remember thinking that I would be sad to see this one go.