Scream Attention

Thirty minutes later, James waited patiently…he waited and waited. Hoping that Martin would come back. 

"He didn't ditch me." 

He sang out like a mantra, trying to convince himself. Maybe— just maybe, Martin wouldn't leave him. 

Paxton sighed realizing that he gripped the bed tight, roughing the edges on the bedsheet. But the tension from his body dissipated the moment he heard a knock on the door. He stood up in a hurry, but the person opened the door. 

Martin. 

His beautiful hazel eyes met a pair of dark ones— worry and anxiety filled it like an ocean. Martin immediately relaxed and whispered.

"You were right." 

Then his expression twisted into anger, his tone spiking up volume. 

"A night, 2.5 million dollars. This is a rip-off." 

James sat back down awkwardly and said. "Uhm, that's how the rich roll. It isn't a rip-off for me but it would definitely be for you."

A split second later, James stood up, and strode towards Martin who stood a few meters away. The younger man was suddenly startled but couldn't move away in time and the next thing he realized is, his back pressed against the wall and a powerful body, upon him— hard. 

"What, what… What are you doing Paxton?"

James ignored the question, as his hands slowly raised itself and cupped Martin's face. 

Martin pushed James' hands off and tried to pull himself away from James' hold, however Paxton's natural ability shifted into brute strength, pulling Martin against the wall and grabbing his wrist. 

This time around, Martin couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried, almost as if James had become incredibly freakish in a span of two seconds.

"Please don't." Martin whispered, his body trembling but James said softly. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." 

"Please let me go." 

James wouldn't. Instead he said.

"I'll make you feel good." 

Martin trembled. He had managed to suppress this part of himself, the lifestyle that made him a gay… he had successfully done so for three years and here, this man had just brought it out to the surface in a single moment. Martin wanted to curse, he wanted to shout at Paxton for doing this to him. He wanted to say that he had awakened the demon sleeping for years in him but— he did not dare. 

James' lips slowly pressed itself on his neck, causing Martin to shiver. He felt the instinct to withdraw, to run away. But with James hands tight on his waist and the wall behind him, there is no advancement he would take that would favor him. At this moment, he was completely at James mercy.

Paxton's lips trailed down his neck, sending strange electric shocks down Martin's spines. The small flames within him were the dormant fragments of Martin, being gay. And James' kisses turned these small flames into a wild fire that spread dramatically around his body. 

Martin felt himself shed hot tears, but he still had a bit of fight left in him. 

Immediately, he threw a punch. James Paxton was prepared.

He spun out of the way that Martin's punch only hit the air. Then, it was as if his lungs were knocked out of air, his back crashing upon the soft mattress, followed by a loud tear. 

Martin's body was now bare after his shirt was torn away. James hungrily pressed his lips against Martin's lips, causing the younger man to enter a state of complete numbness. A strange pleasure shot up from his stomach up to his brain like a sensor. Without understanding, he kissed back ferociously, just as hungry as James had kissed him. 

When he realized himself, he tried to resist, but James hot tongue suddenly grazed his nipples making a chilling pleasure to descend— 

His mind suddenly went blank, empty, exactly the same way to knock someone senseless. This is exactly how you explain what Martin felt at the moment. 

James smiled seeing the younger man's reaction. 

"I knew you'd like it." His husky voice said, and he licked, sucked, grazed with his teeth— Martin's nipples, making the previously inactive body part to become so sensitive and red.

"Oh— James…ah…" 

Martin did not even know when he started to call out his name. If Martin realizes what he did, he would have likely burned down with embarrassment. 

The next moment, it was as if Paxton had undressed, because his once clothed body was now bare as it rubbed against Martin, taut muscles rolling under his skin. For a while, Martin just gawked at James' body— stupefied, worshipping… and strangely, James liked it when Martin graced his body with his eyes. 

"Do you like it?" 

Martin subconsciously nodded. When Martin realized, he sighed, defeated. He couldn't stop what was happening, his body was already succumbing to James' touch, his every exploit— so it was already too late to resist him.

And then, James' hands started to go lower, stopping a while at Martin's brief waistband. Martin's eyes suddenly widened, noticing that even the blue jeans he wore were no longer on him— somehow, he had removed them unknowingly. 

He wanted to ask how he had pulled off his jeans, but James' hands suddenly grabbed at his crotch, causing powerful heat to spread around his body in a wave. 

His penis was already so hard that it demanded attention and that attention is— James and no other.