Bad Attraction | Chris Motionless x Michael Jackson

CHAPTER 1

Silence fell on the self just as Chris took his drink to his lips. All mumbled chatter, all annoying cutlery's clatter, all half-playful fights died down as if someone had just blown off a burning candle. Darting a glance across the large lunchroom, Chris let his hand fall between his legs, hiding under the table, fingers grazing at the spot on his leg, where his razor blade was tied to his calf. A mere precautionary measure in case things turned south, but none of the men gathered there seemed about to move toward his table.

All their gazes were turned to the opposite wall, where the arch leading to the queue was, and, precisely, to the young man crossing it.

A small, derisive smirk pulled at his lips, and he was about to roll his eyes and mutter a few chosen words to Ricky Olson, sat next at his right - something about how telling it was, of their boring lives, that the sight of a new face attracted so much attention an entire room full of dozens of men collectively held on a single breath - when his gaze fell onto that new face for a second time, and couldn't budge away again.

Handsome.

That man was handsome. Chris wasn't one for calling men handsome, usually, but in the privacy of his own mind, grinning, he let the word slip. As he walked closer to the table Chris was at, his eyes lifting from the ground to throw uncertain looks around himself, Chris' grin grew wider.

Yes, very handsome...

A strikingly attractive young man, with long, black curls, nice lips that called to be bitten, and beautiful eyes. His figure was slim - and Chris noticed he was around the height of 5'9". Perfect, just perfect.

But the most interesting part from close inspection -- his eyes looking at his backside, his ass looked good enough, but Chris knew not to get his hopes too high -- the young man was still the most enticing person he had laid eyes on.

The uncomfortable shifts, as well as the way his shoulders hunched, as if he wanted to make himself smaller, and his head had stayed low, were only added bonuses. At least he was aware of his place in the great scheme of this place. Chris kept his eyes on the young man, watching him shuffle around, and then finally picked a spot to put his tray down and sit.

"Hey, boss.." Ricky breathed out on his right, the words almost flying well above Chris' head if it hadn't been followed by a, "do you see that? Gorgeous bitch with the long black curls, he's a 10! Wow, he's so damn fucking hot. I wonder if he's single." That snapped him out of his fantasies.

Looking around the room for a second time, Chris' jaw clenched when he saw no one had looked away yet. Some were sporting self-satisfied smirks, as if they already had the handsome man moaning and keening under them, which... was impossible. This was the guy's first meal here, Chris could see it plainly, which meant he had been transferred there during the morning, not before. Others, even amongst his own friends, were staring at him, their own food forgotten.

"Look away.. Ricky" Chris gritted between his teeth, "he's mine." His eyes were still focused on the young man, his friends complied, some looking as if the order was paining them while others, more loyal ones, trusted fellows like Ricky, muttered an apology and switched their attention to something else. Satisfied, Chris gestured for Andy Biersack to come over. "Why is he here?" He asked, his head jerking to where handsome man was still eating his meal.

"His name is Michael Jackson-"

"Did I ask for his name, Biersack? I don't give a fuck about his name." Chris took another sip of water, waiting for Andy's answer, eyes still focused on the young man.

"Drugs. He's here because of drugs."

The announcement brought some sputtering around him, and Chris couldn't blame them. Drugs? He took another look at him. Judging by his looks, he had thought he had been caught in one brothel or another, or even out in the streets -- he had even started to entertain the idea to offer him a job at one of theirs, not to let such a nice face go to waste. Not a whore, then, at least not officially. From the murmurs he caught from his friends, he hadn't been the only one to be lured down the wrong path. Well, it promised a different sort of interesting.

"Missed his calling, then.." He added to the hush of remarks, making some of his friends snort and guffaw. "Pity." Though certainly not for him. Whore or not, the man was still handsome, and a fool if he'd turn down the offer he'd make him. He would be the one to have him, Chris swore as he stared at all the other men still ogling.

This one meal, Chris would leave them this one meal, indulging in what they'll never have. But tonight, tonight the handsome man will be his.