CHAPTER 16

Ding-dong!

“Just a moment!” Van yelled out as he got up from his bed. He grabbed the remote control and turned off the plasma. He rushed to the door and opened it. In the corridor stood Hansen, his face looking cross as ever. Van offered a smile, but Sen did not reciprocate. Van just motioned him to enter his loft. Sen walked past Van and sat on the sofa.

Outside, Eastwood City was beginning to fill up with nighttime activity. Yet from the twenty second floor of the Eastwood Le Grand Condominium, the hustle and bustle below seemed like a world away.

“I missed you.” Van said as he attempted to kiss Hansen’s lips. Sen tilted his face away from Van. He placed his hand from his face to block Van’s kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Van asked. Sen stood up and went to the window.

“You’re dating Bea.”

“So?”

“What do you mean so?” Hansen said, his voice slowly building up momentum.

“Are you jealous?” Van stepped back.

“No. I don’t have a right to be.” Sen said. Van smiled. He went behind Sen and put his arms around Sen’s waist.

“You’re jealous.”

“Get off me!” Sen removed Van’s hands from his waist, but Van was persistent. He held on to Sen. He began kissing Sen’s neck and earlobe. Sen turned around and kissed Van. The kiss was violent and very forceful. Sen’s arms then grabbed hold of Van’s shirt and in one forceful motion he tore it open. The sound of ripping fabric echoed throughout the living room.

Van and Sen moved backward until Van found one of the seats in his living room set. He sat on the armrest of the seat as Sen made his way down Van’s chest. His hands were now exploring Van’s shorts, pulling them down.

Sen went down to business as Van grabbed the back of Sen’s head. His hips thrust forward with every bob of Sen’s head. His legs began to stiffen, he knew the moment drew near. He held Sen’s head in place as he reached bliss. Sen seemed to swallow every drop of his jism. He finally let go of Sen’s head.

Van fell back to the couch, tired and exhausted. He pulled up his shorts and looked at his torn shirt. Sen stood up and looked at Van.

“Grudge fuck!” He said as he walked out the door. Alone in his pad, Van smiled. He knew Sen’s weakness all along.