Daddy Issues

Chapter 4

Anton stepped out of the shower. Steam filled his vision as he wrapped a towel around his waist.  He walked into his bedroom and began piecing together his outfit. He pulled out his sluttiest pair of underwear, but put them back right away. After all, there was no reason to even wear any; if Anton were to get in his way he wouldn’t have any clothes on in a few hours anyway- and Anton always gets his way. He then pulled out his tightest pair of faded black jeans and a fishnet shirt.  Anton slipped into his clothes and quickly ran a comb through his hair before walking out the door.

                When Anton walked into the club he immediately spotted a familiar face behind the bar. He thought about going over there- but no- sure, the bartender was cute, and he definitely knew how to fuck… and make breakfast, but that was a one-time thing. Anton hadn’t been with the same guy more than once since- well since quite some time- and he wasn’t about to change that now. Instead he went straight for the dance floor. It was not long before someone began dancing next to him; slowly he began to advance, making his way closer and closer to Anton. The guy was young, little more than a boy. He had a slender frame topped with jet black hair. His eyes were a brilliant blue that seemed to call out to Anton.  The two men danced together, not saying a word until Anton grabbed the other man by the collar and pulled him to a table.  “You know,” the guy said staring at Anton intently. “you look really familiar.”

                Anton just looked at him. “Maybe you’ve seen me around the club. I come here often enough so you’ve probably seen me.”

                The guy leaned in closer, not taking his eyes off of Anton, barely even blinking. “No, well maybe, but no. I feel like I’ve seen you in a movie or something. You aren’t famous are you?”

                Anton chuckled nervously, “Hardly- anything but really. I’m telling you, you’ve probably just seen me here before. I’m Anton.”

                “Hunter,” The guy, evidently named Hunter, shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you are probably right. How about I get us some drinks? What would you like?” Anton told Hunter and watched as he walked to the bar.  He wasn’t sure why he lied to Hunter; after all it made no difference if he knew Anton was a porn star since the two of them would never see each other again after this. Anton watched as Hunter went up to the bartender and order the two drinks He watched the bartender mix them. Then he watched as he purposely knocked Anton’s appletini onto Hunter’s shirt.

                Hunter walked back to the table fuming. He patted napkins to his shirt, trying to dry it as best as he could. “They need to get a fucking better bartender here.”

                “Don’t worry about it. We can just get a drink back at my place.” Hunter seemed less annoyed and looked ready to go. “Just give me one minute; I want to go talk to that bartender.” While Hunter seemed confused by what Anton wanted if he had any objection Anton did not give him enough time to voice it.

                “What the fuck was that about?” Anton asked the bartender.  He just looked at Anton, acting as if he had no idea what he was talking about. “Why did you spill that drink on him? What, have you been watching me? Trying to sabotage my attempts to have sex? You can’t do that! Don’t you see? I don’t have relationships; I have sex- with a new person each time!  Now I am going to leave here- with Hunter. We are going back to my apartment and I am going to let him fuck me. And do you know what will happen after that? He’s going to leave, and if I feel like it I’m going to do the same thing all over again tomorrow with someone new. There’s nothing going on between us.” Anton turned around and took one step before he stopped. “I don’t even know you’re name.”

                “Wait Anton,” he heard as he walked away. “It’s Everett.” Anton just acted as if he hadn’t heard. He rejoined Hunter and the two left the club together.

                Anton pulled Hunter through his apartment door as soon as they got there. His hand fumbled around for the light switch as the two began to kiss. Their lips were still connected when Anton pushed Hunter onto the bed. The two broke apart and Hunter stared at the man hovering above him. “I know who you are now. You’re Tony Costa aren’t you?”  Anton forced a smile and nodded. “No fucking way! I’m seriously about to have sex with Tony Costa. You are my absolute favorite porn star. I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for years now.” Anton slid his shirt over his head and silenced Hunter the only way he knew how. He pressed his lips against Hunter’s and began unbuttoning his pants.