Starstruck on You [Mile x Apo] [MileApo]

Chapter 5: Beautiful Delirium

Tunnel vision, plain and simple, was the only way to describe Apo's current predicament – and that was keeping Mile Phakphum Romsaithong front and center. The iridescently cunning man that elicited in a variety of emotions, and he could hardly breathe, his body completely on fire – every synapse of pleasure clicking into place.

He had never felt so used and adored in all of his life than in this moment. This one, crucial, instant. Completely enraptured by the devices of this man. One he had failed miserably to dispel away from him. His friends had jokingly offered to get him talismans, pray for him, and Apo only chided them.

Perhaps he should have taken them seriously. Tried harder to keep himself close to the nose, harbored no enmity towards Mile; just wanted to protect the asset that was his heart a little more. It probably was the starved touch of human company that he missed. His work at the café, the cats – they provided companionship that greatly differed to a lover.

His friends offered their love, their invaluable friendship and advice, but not always their time. Apo had more often than not found himself alone in his small studio apartment, binge watching the latest K Drama for five hours straight, stop only to do some homework, before he had to be up for class.

The never-ending looped cycle that he found himself unable to shake off. A routine that was terribly mundane, ordinary, and he loathed it. Not because it was pitiful but because it was bland. He never took chances, always tried to think things through. This night, this date with Mile, had been a brash, irrational decision.

And fuck him up sideways if it wasn't the best lack of impulse control he had ever had.

This was better than a drink, better than a cigarette; this sensation that heightened everything was the highest high he could think of achieving. Even after the stunning concert by Guns N Roses, their show paled compared to the one he and Mile were performing.

Mile ran him ragged. Circled the pool like a relentless shark that smelled blood in the water, paced himself, then attacked at the most vulnerable point. Took clear advantage of Apo's hesitance, lack of disposition to leave, himself wanting an excuse to not disappear just yet.

It would mean their night would end. The fantasy would as well. Apo wanted to end it on a good note, the best kind, even if his heart and brain had to be turned off. They were tossed to the passenger seat as his body took over to the rockstar's ministrations.

Allowed his body to be strung, tuned, and caressed by professional hands that held delicate instruments on the daily, eyes focused and clear while Apo's were blurred, distorted and he panted.

The stage - the king-sized bed with designer silk like sheets that felt like velvet beneath his legs, that belonged to the rockstar whose face he had been coaxed to straddle. Apo's knees nestled on the pillow on either side of Mile's head, the contrast of his skin to the degrees of pale and white had him swallow.

The microphone, his cock buried in the depths of a warm throat, the vibrations of those hollowed cheeks, tongue swirled like a pup that lapped for attention, echoed vocal groans that sent shivers down Apo's spine to the tips of his toes that curled at the sensation, the wetness unbearably hot and all at once deliriously delicious.

The speaker, his own lips that increased in volume after a particularly hard suckle, the sound obscene that Apo's voice drowned it out with a strangled gasp as he allowed himself to be subjugated to the onslaught. A slow, controlled circle of that tongue to the tip of his reddened cock, a pop, he hiccupped the man's name as it dove back down. More than once. On repeat.

The performers, audience, production team – only them. Apo's hands curled against the headboard of the bed, alternatively dug in fingernails from a teasing drag of teeth along the underside of his cock, it felt like a tickle that churned and pulled the familiar stirrings of pleasure in his abdomen. A chuckle that he felt to his core had Apo snap open eyes that he hadn't realized had closed. The hard, unrelenting stare into the heated void of his soul, felt completely on display, and ironically, he was.