Lost and Found

Realization

"New, who is the father of that child?"

"I... I don't know."

"Since you decided to be a whore, I hope you can take care of yourself and that child alone."

To be honest, New didn't really know who the father of his child was. He'd been drunk at the club he and his friends had managed to sneak into a month ago. They were still seventeen and had just finished their mock exams before the final exams. Looking back, he wondered why they'd been so excited—it was just a mock. They'd partied all night, making the most of it. It wasn't every day someone managed to sneak into a club underage, and this had been the third club they'd tried that night.

While dancing and living his best life in the moment, a very handsome man with an impressive physique, eyes that seemed to pierce through you, black hair, and an unforgettable face walked up to him as he owned the dance floor.

"Hey," the man said, taking his place behind New to dance with him.

"Hi," New replied, acknowledging him and letting the man move with him.

"You dance pretty well," the man continued, placing his hands on New's waist, making his intentions clear.

"Thank you," New said, smiling before letting himself go. He danced with the man, grinding, rocking, and moving his waist in ways that came naturally. When he finally turned around to get a proper look at who he was dancing with, he was mesmerised. This was the kind of man he fantasized about during long, boring classes. He'd always had a thing for older men but planned to wait until he turned eighteen to explore. Until now, he'd stuck with people his age or a year older, just to keep those desires in check.

"Wow, you look even younger up close."

"Yeah? You look like a businessman or something."

"Well, I am a businessman. How old are you anyway?"

"Oh, I'm twenty." New wasn't about to fumble his chance to be with someone like this. The man looked like he would be good at what he did, and New wanted to know what it felt like to be lifted by those strong, veiny hands.

"Okay, cool. I was worried you were younger."

"How old are you?" New asked back.

"I'm twenty-four."

New mentally calculated the age gap. Seven years wasn't so bad, right?

"I'm Tay. And you?"

"Newwiee."

"Cute name for a cute boy—fits you perfectly. Want to sit at that table over there?"

"Sure," New said, signaling to his friends where to find him.

At the table, they drank, talked, and eventually made out. The tension was too much, and they decided to take it to Tay's car.

"Hng... more," New begged, his voice breathy. The man was doing so much to him. He had never had sex this good. Surely, older men were better!

Tay was also going insane. The little fox bent over in front of him in the back of his car, his body arched perfectly, was turning him into a beast. He hadn't expected it to be this good, but with the way New had been dancing and moving his waist back at the club, he should have known.

"Faster, Tay," New moaned, and Tay moved faster.

Their voices grew louder, and the car rocked with the intensity of their movements. When they finally finished, they lay there, spent, breathing heavily as if they'd just run a marathon.

"Wow, that was good," New said, his face flushed.

"I know," Tay replied. "Where do you live? I'll drop you off."

"10th Street, the big white house on the corner," New said, lying, not daring to reveal his real home address."

"I think we should dress up," Tay said, laughing.

"Yeah," New agreed, too tired to say much more.

"Call your friends, too, so they don't go looking for you."

"Okay," New replied, exhausted.

Tay drove him home, but New had lied about his address. He couldn't risk his parents finding out that instead of studying, he'd been out with a man at a club. The White House was just across the street from his own.

He bid Tay farewell and watched him drive off before sneaking into his house and climbing through his bedroom window.

After a quick shower, he lay in bed, replaying the night with a smile.

"Oh, shit," he muttered. He'd forgotten to take Tay's number. Once definitely wasn't enough.