Midnight Rendezvous: A SandRay Story

Chapter 2: Strangers in the Night

Ray's POV

I was bored out of my mind sitting with my friends in the VIP area. Cheum practically dragged Boston and I here to "support" her latest girlfriend she said. They are playing tonight. She plays the drums, she proudly brags. Amongst us, Cheum is the only one who does relationships and despite the failure of her previous one's she has not seemed to have learned her lesson. Lucky Mew, who already said he has to study and make his assignment so we will have someone to copy from tomorrow, so Cheum gladly let him off the hook.

Boston already seems to have set his eyes on a girl tonight who looked like she was hanging onto every word he says. I could not understand that because Boston is my friend but he talks so much nonsensical stuff that I often drown out whatever he is saying if I do not have to remember them later. Well, whatever floats your boat ladies, I smirked into my glass of scotch on the rocks.

I've noticed a number of sultry looks thrown my way from both the ladies and the gentlemen but I felt too lazy tonight to return the favor. I just wanted to drink. Huh.. this is a new one huh.

The first strumming of the guitar on the stage drew my eyes towards it. My eyes fell on a tall guy with attractive doe eyes and pouty lips singing.

He was very good looking and the brown leather jacket over a black band shirt, ripped jeans and dirty converse just makes him more appealing than he already is. He looks almost ethereal as he gets lost in the music channeling all his emotions into the slow rock song. He is glowing.

The more I looked, I realized he looked familiar. I think I've seen him before. It took a few minutes before it clicked. This was the tall, handsome number two student in our college. His name is Sand if I am right.

I'm pretty sure many would agree that he is handsome, judging from the eyes that follow him whenever he appears on campus and in class but he often appears oblivious to it. Like he can't be bothered with what is going on around him or else he just doesn't really care for anybody. He is often sleeping or taking notes in classes and then hurrying out afterwards like his time is too precious to be wasted on anything or anyone for that matter.

I've never seen him engage anyone in conversations save for the few times that there are group assignments. He appears too scholarly and maybe too similar to Mew on that matter for my taste that I have stayed far away and never paid him too much attention.

What a nice surprise tonight though. He looks like a complete 180 degree to his university persona. While the one in class almost looks like a nerd save for not wearing glasses, the one in front of me is a guitar slinging rockstar commanding all the attention he deserves and a voice that anyone could get lost listening to. His usual disinterest gone to be replaced instead by an over flowing confidence- perhaps in his music prowess or perhaps just his looks, because damn it he is handsome.

My interest was piqued and I couldn't take my eyes off this lanky, tall Singer with a captivating smile. Looks like my evening will not be that boring after all, I smirked as I bought my drink to my lips.

After one set, I saw him talk to his bandmates before walking off stage. The next time I tried to find him, I saw him downing beer as he sat on the last stool in the bar. Away from the crowd. Deciding to make my move I found myself approaching him and sitting down on the empty seat beside him.

He appeared almost surprised that I was talking to him and damn he is more gorgeous up close. I could see the flecks of gold in his dark brown doe eyes and his full lips is the prettiest shade of pink. That mole under his eye and below his lip only add more to an already captivating face.

He appears to want to be left alone initially and so I had to flirt more. Putting on my most winsome smile as I try to convince him otherwise.

When he eventually leaned in to kiss me, I couldn't help myself, meeting him halfway. My hands eventually found its way around his neck and at the back of his head as his right hand snaked around my waist to drag me closer. Our lips smashed together in a hungry dance. My tongue eventually found his and the taste and feelings made me forget where we were until we both had to come up for air and I whispered "Let's get out of here".

Clutching my hands, he half dragged me out of the noisy bar and into the cool, late night air. His hands were rough against my own soft ones, obviously a working hand. He appeared to have sobered up a bit but I didn't give him a chance to change his mind as I tiptoed to put my lips against his again and he eventually melted into the kiss putting his hand into my hip. It was a sensitive spot for me and I felt goosebumps all over my body.. the good kind of course.

Knowing I would not be able to hold out much longer, instead of driving to my house, I dragged Sand into the nearest motel, just a few steps down the bar giggling and touching like two teenagers who can't keep their hands off each other. I've never been this turned on ever, Sand is hot.

Sand's POV

We finally managed to find our room amidst the heavy make out session we had along the way. I had to half shove Ray into the room in a hurry and closed the door with my foot. We hurriedly removed our shirts and undid our pants until we were down to our boxers.

I pushed him none too gently to topple into the bed as I climbed over him. By this time we were already too far gone to spend too much time with the preliminaries and I found myself already pumbling with the lube and the condoms on the side table.

I huskily asked "Ray do you top or bottom?".

"I normally top, but I really don't care right now. How do you want it?" He replied with half lidded eyes.

Thinking that Ray normally looks like someone who wants to be in control, I have this need to make him want and need me.

"I'll take the top first, okay? We can switch for Round 2" I grinned and he nodded in agreement.  I squeezed the lube into my fingers and began preparing him.

Before long, I found myself driving into Ray in one swift movement that earned me the longest freaking moan I've heard. That was such a turn on.

He was so tight and felt so good. He was calling my name like a whispered prayer when I started moving after letting him adjust to my size and as I increased the pace.

He meets me with equal fervor and despite my heated state and my burning passion, I imprint in my mind the beautiful expression of abandon and ecstasy that I see in Ray's face as we both approach our peak.

My god, Ray is beautiful was the last coherent thought in my head before we both exploded.

We both lost all strength and eventually laid side by side trying to catch our breaths and regain our senses.

I eventually heard Ray say "You really are a rockstar, even in bed",

I grinned thinking this would be a compliment coming from the sex god himself.