Purple Rain

Pretend With Me

Ray was having a seemingly normal day. Despite Mew telling him that his face was all over tabloids Ray didn't see one clear image. For the first week, there were plenty of articles trying to find out who he was. And during the second someone had a lead. It proved to be a false one.

And now a third week into the so-called scandal still no one knew who Ray was.

Why would he care then? It was as simple as that.

Although he still couldn't believe he slept with a famous person it made Ray feel kinda weird. He had his conquests but this was another thing. He was only lucky that people knew nothing about him.

Well, at least for those who didn't know him personally.

And now that he could put a name to a face Ray wasn't ashamed as he looked his mysterious suitor up. From what he could see on social media, Sand was very popular.

Especially, among younger people. People his age. But he also had some songs that the older generations liked.

Ray was very familiar with the songs older people liked. After all that was most of his playlist.

He also knew that Sand rose to fame ten years ago and no one could find any information on him before that. It was like he was a ghost. Many people speculate that he changed his name to a more artistic one.

Looking at the pictures of the saidman Ray had to pat himself on the back. He knew that the man was hot but to see him be this handsome in the daylight was everything. Ray loved good-looking people. They would offer him the most comfort because most of them were experienced.

And Sand was a hundred out of ten.

The young student couldn't stop thinking about the night they had.

He went out with his friends the first weekend when the rumors started. Of course, Cheum, Boston, and Mew had to know every detail.

The problem was that besides the fantastic orgasm and strong hands holding him, Ray didn't remember anything.

Boston, always the first to jump into bed with someone, congratulated Ray on being fucked out of his mind. His friend had a way with words.

During the night Ray drank but not a lot. He tried to cut off a bit in the latest times. It was better for him. He only drank a lot when it started to get too painful.

So when a man approached him he was sober.

They chatted a bit and as things do, one thing led to another and they found themselves in the back of the man's car.

The makeout wasn't bad but for some reason, Ray just wasn't feeling it.

"Sorry, Khun..." He said breaking their kiss and going out leaving the man nursing blue balls.

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Ray found himself at the same bar every weekend since then, searching for a spark that matched what he felt with Sand.

No one else seemed to come even close.

He watched faces and bodies move under the dim lights, but none of them could compare to the tall and slender stranger who took him by storm. Never had he felt such a need for somebody to touch him as he did when he remembered the night spent with Sand.

The young heir would fantasize about the rockstar often.

In a shower... At university... Even his kitchen...

He wondered how it would feel to have Sand bend him over the marble countertops and use him till his hole became swollen red.

It was frustrating. The memory of that night lingered, a tantalizing whisper at the back of his mind. None of the toys he purchased helped and he needed to find relief.