Life Support {ManxBoy} | Original Write Up

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Vance was bored with his life there wasn't much interesting going on anymore. Being a C.E.O. of a well established financial management company at only 25 may seem like a rush on the way up but when you finally got there it was just a flat line of boredom.

Today he'd set three contracts and started securing a new customer but he didn't feel tired or like he'd actually done any real work. He was bored more than anything as he drove home. He thought about going home like he did everyday. Go home turn on the T.V. maybe watch the news maybe see if he could find something on a movie channel. Normally the thought was fine with him he didn't have much else to do but today if he went home and turned on the T.V. and watched the news he would hang himself.

His daily routine was beginning to drive him up a wall he didn't do anything but work. He didn't have friends that he hung out with on a regular bases and even on an unregular bases he only really had two.

Stopping at a red light he was less than a block away from his neighborhood, a block away from killing himself. Sighing he looked out the window seeing a little center set off to the side, it looked like it consisted of a club and few bars with a couple random stores thrown around it. Throwing on his turn signal he turned into the center pretty sure he was doing something illegal as he hadn't been in the turning lane and a few cars honked.

The center was filled but not packed, most people were filling into the club but he'd never liked the club scene. He shook his head angry at himself then. He found a parking space fairly easily, looking out at the center again. The two closes buildings were the club and what looked like a bar called 'MIX' he wasn't going to question the gay pride triangle behind the word 'MIX' he didn't really care.

Undoing his seat belt he shrugged off his jacket and tie. He undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt. Running a hand through his short black hair before flipping down the visor he looked at himself in the small mirror. He didn't really make a habit of coming to places like these so he assumed he looked fine.

"If something interesting doesn't happen by the end of the night I'm going to hang myself," he stared at his mirror his green eyes focused before digging a coin out of his pocket flipping it and catching it, closing his hand over it. "Head I go into that club, tails I go into the bar."

Vance went into the bar, walking past the booths and tables he could feel the looks from the people in the bars. He scanned the bar looking back at some of the stares most of them were attractive but no one really interesting. Sitting at the bar Vance ordered a scotch, disappointed he looked around the bar again.

This time he spotted a cute blonde who stood in the corner talking to a much much older man, Vance couldn't help but wonder if they knew each other or were just hooking up for the night, the blonde seemed interested enough. The blonde was slender but not skinny, he looked maybe about 5" 9' maybe and a half.

Vance watched them openly not really caring. The old man was lucky if he was actually gonna score that. The blonde smiled then he laughed, covering hid mouth he shook his head turning away from the old man for a moment. His eyes were blue and his hair was a weird mix of wavy yet curly stopping at his shoulders.

He'd noticed Vance was watching him then, blushing he turned back to the old man who patted him on the arm and hurried off to the bathroom. The blonde stood there, obviously he'd been asked to wait until the old man came back. Vance watched him, staring til finally the blonde looked over at him. He smiled and gave him a friendly wave before turning away again and staring off into space.

Vance sighed abandoning his seat at the bar. He had told himself something interesting had to happen tonight, right? Well then, what could be more interesting than keeping a cute blonde from hooking up with an old pervert? Not much.

"Hey, was that your father or something?" Vance laughed at the blonde's reaction, his eye had widened and his mouth opened to say something but he had apparently nothing to say so he just looked up at Vance. His blue eyes were amazing but his lips were something beyond amazing. Women would kill for lips like his.

"Is that what it looks like?" The blonde whispered biting his lip.

"Yeah, your way to pretty for a geezer like that," Vance smirked, as the cute blonde turned away, blushing. "unless that's what you're into I mean to each his own, right?"

"Well, it's my first time so I don't really know I guess." Vance stopped smiling, staring at him not sure he believed what had just been said. "I, well, I've always known I was gay I've just always been kinda sheltered maybe so-"

"You decided to have your first time with some old guy?" Vance hadn't noticed how mean that had sounded until the blonde looked down obviously embarrassed. And just screw the act Vance wasn't blaming the old guy for jumping on such a easy target and he wasn't upset he was an easy target. Vance was interested, and if this cute little blonde was definitely going to fuck someone tonight why not Vance.

Vance sighed starting to apologize for upsetting him.

"Cyro?" A voice interrupted him, turning he saw the old man had finally come back. "Who's this?"

"I'm a friend of his, Vance, and he's really sorry but he can't come with you tonight." Both the old man and the blonde, apparently named Cyro, started to speak but Vance spoke over them. "Why don't you give me your number and I'll make sure he calls you."

Vance smiled as the old man pulled out a business card and handed it to him, he'd expected the guy to be retired or something. But he just smiled and excepted the card sliding it into his back pocket waiting as the man walked away.

"So your names Cyro?" Vance asked shooting him a sideways look as he nodded. "You wanna go back to my place?"

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