There's Good in Friday

Every Friday

A/N:

I AM TOTALLY INTO THIS SONG ☺

Enjoy the music and the story at the same time

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Baby, you don't have to rush...
We don't need to keep it hush...
'Cause I just can't let you go
Give me something I never know
So, baby, you don't have to rush
You can leave a toothbrush
At my place
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Beam wakes up to a silhouette of a man wearing black tight briefs that dig into his thighs, a loose white shirt and in one hand he's got a mug of tea, the other holding a bottle of Advil. The musical stillness of rain pasting against the building, black curtains drawn back, the gloomy light slipping through the windows and framing the person standing above him.

Possibly an angel, Beam thought.

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"Man, he's looking at you like he's trying to eat up you." Park almost yelled in order for Forth to hear him over the blaring music playing in that club.

"You're saying it like that's a bad thing," Sharp laughed, then took a sip of his drink.

The truth was, just the mere presence of the stranger was doing things to him. He seemed to want something from him. And with that sultry look Beam had in his eyes, Forth was sure it wasn't something with decency unadulterated.

He took a deep breath, and following his friends' advice, he grabbed his drink and made his way to where the stranger is sitting down with some friends. As soon as he was a few meters away from him, Forth saw him standing up, friends all chuckling, almost as if they were trying to cheer him to go and talk to him. Then, he approached Forth, a task not so easy when the night club was crowded like that on a Saturday night. Once they were face to face, he could examine the flawless features of his face. He is simply gorgeous

"Hi, I'm Beam." He smiled

"I'm Forth," he couldn't help but smile as well, chuckling and a little bit nervous.

Then it all became hazy.

Soon, Beam soon said his goodbye to his friends while Forth's friends were smirking and laughing a little bit too loud when they walked past them looking for the exit.

Then, back at his house, he could finally confirm that Beam wanted something from him, indeed. He could tell by the way that lovely mouth kept sucking his member like his determined to give him the blowjob of his life, like he wanted to drain all the sanity left inside his brain. His long fingers were tangled in Beam's hair, gripping it to make it, and the way his tongue flicked and sucked around his tip made the grip even tighter as seconds passed by. But Forth sounded oh so blissful, so divine that it only made Beam want to suck him even harder. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't perfect. And Beam weren't the type to have one night stands like that. But he just felt so right. Even him just standing there at the club had mesmerized and entranced Beam. How he would run his hand through his feathery black hair. He just had to be dreamlike.

But for Beam's pleasure, he wasn't. And he also tasted wonderful. But before Beam could even realize it, Forth parted from him between heavy breaths and pants and led him to the bed. Forth carefully laid Beam down and in the blink of an eye, he was already between his thighs. Beam moaned noisily for the first time that night and Forth thought he was already cumming just by hearing that wicked sound. Something that only made him lick even harder. He felt the earnest. His heart felt warm, more exactly. Then he stopped his movements and lifts his head to meet Beam's stare. His hair was a mess now and he looked at him with such a daring grin on his face that it made him tremble even under his grip. His lips were glistening, and without breaking each other's stare. He went back to eating Beam out and soon, he added his fingers to that mix of pleasure he was making you feel. It was all too much. Beam's body was nearly floating away from the bed with how much his back was curved and his fingers clutch Forth's hair, to his hands, to the white sheets, to the pillow. Beam never met someone who will put his needs first, a man who'll eat him out to orgasm. And Forth had never come across a man who tasted so pleasant to the tongue.