BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁷⁷⁰🥵Waan x Tul

The crisp air filled the room as Waan checked in to the luxurious hotel. He was here for a business trip, but little did he know that this trip would be anything but ordinary. As he made his way to his room, he couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement in his stomach. The hotel was known for its lavish decor and impeccable service, but it was also known for something else - a hot spot for hookups.

As Waan unlocked the door to his room, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. The room was breathtaking, with a large king-sized bed in the center and a balcony that overlooked the city. He quickly unpacked his things and decided to take a walk around the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of some eye candy.

Little did he know, he wouldn't have to look far. As he walked through the lobby, he couldn't help but notice a handsome man sitting at the bar. His name was Tul and he was the bartender at the hotel. He had a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through Waan. Without even realizing it, Waan found himself walking towards the bar, drawn to Tul's magnetic presence.

"Hello, can I get you a drink?" Tul asked with a charming smile.

Waan couldn't resist and ordered a scotch on the rocks. As they made small talk, Waan couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards Tul. They had an instant connection, and before they knew it, they were laughing and flirting like old friends.

As the night went on, the tension between them grew thicker and thicker until it was almost palpable. Tul mentioned that he was about to get off his shift and invited Waan to his room for a nightcap. Without hesitation, Waan agreed.

As they made their way to Tul's room, the sexual tension was unbearable. The moment the door closed behind them, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. They explored each other's bodies with an urgency and hunger that was undeniable. Clothes were discarded, and their bodies intertwined, moving in perfect rhythm.

The night was filled with moans and gasps as they lost themselves in each other's touch. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were consumed with pleasure and desire, each kiss and touch igniting a fire within them.

As the sun began to rise, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their bodies still hot and sticky with sweat. They both knew it was just a one-night stand, but it was one that they would never forget.

The warmth of the morning sun spilled into the room, wrapping Waan in a soft embrace as he slowly awakened. He turned to see Tul still asleep beside him, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Waan felt a rush of affection as he admired the smooth lines of Tul's body, the way the morning light accentuated the contours and shadows. It was stunning—almost dreamlike.

Waan reached out, brushing a lock of hair from Tul's forehead, marveling at how comfortable they felt together despite having just met. The night had felt electric, charged with an energy that allowed them to forgo the pretense of knowing each other.

As Tul stirred, he blinked awake to see Waan staring at him. A sleepy smile spread across Tul's face, and he instinctively pulled Waan closer, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "You're still here," he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep.

"Thought I'd take a chance," Waan replied playfully, a smirk dancing on his lips. He was surprised at how natural it felt to banter with Tul. There was no awkwardness, no rush to figure out what it meant. It was simply pure chemistry.

Tul stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his torso flexing. "I've got to say, you definitely exceeded my expectations for a business trip," he grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Waan chuckled, feeling a wave of warmth flood his cheeks. "I could say the same about you, Mr. Bartender," he quipped, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it lingered, deepening as they melted into each other—lost in the moment.

Eventually, they reluctantly pulled apart, and Waan swung his legs over the side of the bed. He felt a strange pull to stay, but the reality of their lives outside this hotel room pressed on him. "I should probably get going," he said, glancing at the time on his phone. He had meetings to attend, presentations to give, and all the usual work that could not be ignored.

Tul sighed, sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Right, work. The mundane reality we both have to return to," he mused, his tone light yet hinting at disappointment. "How about we exchange numbers? A text or two wouldn't hurt, right?"

Waan's heart skipped a beat at the thought of having a piece of Tul with him even after they parted ways. "Absolutely," he said, taking out his phone. They shared their numbers, a small gesture that felt monumental in the moment.

As they finished dressing, the atmosphere shifted slightly. They both knew that what they'd shared was fleeting, but there was an unspoken promise in the air that left a tantalizing taste on Waan's lips.

After they dressed, Waan turned to Tul, eyes filled with sincerity. "Thank you for last night. It was... incredible."

Tul nodded, a genuine smile on his face. "It was. And hey, if you're ever back in town—"

"—you'll be the first to know," Waan interrupted, feeling the excitement start to brew in him once more.

They shared one last lingering kiss before stepping outside into the hotel's lobby. The world buzzed around them, filled with the usual morning rush, yet both men felt as if they were in a bubble—somewhere separate from reality, if only for a moment longer.

As Waan made his way towards the exit, he glanced back and caught Tul watching him, a mix of hope and uncertainty etched across his handsome features. Waan waved just before stepping outside, the weight of their encounter settling in—a satisfying ache that promised distant memories yet to come.

Back in his room to gather his things, Waan felt a renewed sense of energy. He headed out the door with a smile, knowing that while this was a business trip, it had blossomed into something unexpected—an encounter that would linger in his mind long after he returned home. Waan had learned something essential: amidst the business and the hustle, there was always room for spontaneity, passion, and perhaps, a connection that could thrive beyond even the hotel walls.

[No.86. Bye now.]