King for Kyler

Venice Beach

Venice Beach 

Kyler sprinted on his way to the university, too fast that he tripped, and his bag fell; stuff spilled all over the place, and his iPhone kissed the ground.

"Damn it!" He mauled his red hair while collecting stuff, checked his phone hastily. 

"Thank god, the screen doesn't break" Then he saw one message...A message that almost made him slipped his phone again.

The King: Hey, North Dakota. How are you?

Kyler suddenly blushed. Because it was a message from Cruz Rizzman, an online model he'd a crush on since sixteen.And...the man he just had sex with eight days ago. Kyler counted days. He knew it seemed pathetic, but he didn't have a gut to start the conversation.

Cruz looked like an alpha male who didn't care about anyone. A guy who will do whatever he wants, owning his freedom, so Kyler didn't want to bother him. More importantly, he was just a freshman nerd who moved to Los Angeles, the second-largest city in the United States, the place where many Hollywood stars live a high-class lifestyle. But Kyler was the boy who came from a farm in a cold countryside like 'North Dakota.'

He was just a freckled-shy boy with red hair and a small body. He couldn't believe that night with Cruz was happening. If he didn't see all the bruises Cruz left on his body and the fact that he had to sleep on his front for three nights...he might think that it was just a dream.

Kyler sat down and replied.

Kyler: I'm good, no war. Did you finally break your motorcycle?

He asked about this to tease Cruz. The big guy yelled at him when he asked about his baby, Cruz's motorcycle; Cruz named it King; that's why Kyler called Cruz as King on his phone too.

Well...He is a king.

Cruz: Hey! Has anyone ever taught you not to provoke someone bigger than you?

Kyler: Then I couldn't tease anyone in my life because everyone is bigger than me.

Cruz sent a wink emoji.

Kyler took a long breath. He didn't take an eye off the screen as Cruz was typing...

CRUZ: Yeah, a pint-sized powerhouse for sure and your small body is so fucking sexy. So if you want to toy with someone, I don't think they will ever hurt you.

Kyler bit his lips while smiling. Cruz flirted like a gangster.

Kyler: But you did hurt me.

Cruz: Boy, you cum like three times. How did that hurt?

Kyler shook his head, didn't think that the conversation would go this way. He could imagine Cruz brushing his messy black hair, laughing carelessly.

Kyler: Just two.

Cruz: Three.

Kyler: How would you know?

Cruz: I saw it.

Kyler:😳

Cruz: Hey, North Dakota, if you are free this evening, come to Venice Beach. I have a gig at the weight lifting stage, but I'll finish at five. I know this great Mexican place; the owner is my friend. Join me.