I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

5. I must have lost my damn mind!

Frederic PoV

The sun hitting my face wakes me up. Shit! What time is it? I grab my phone. Fuck! It's 9.30 am. I jump out of my bed and stumble into my living room where I'm greeted by a laughing Noah. Wait! I stop abruptly. "How the Hell did I get home Noah?" 

He shakes his head, still laughing his ass off. "D-don't you remember?" He can barely get the words out. " And here I even g-got you home without the paps getting a whiff of their new King being hammered beyond belief. I deserve a goddamn medal Freddy!" He hands me a cup of very strong, very black coffee while wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. "You better start cleaning yourself up man. I got your minions to push this mornings meeting to tonight, but you still have the eleven thirty and I know how long you take to get ready after partying like you did last night. With that, he leaves me to fend for myself.

Maybe I should go and see if I can find my brain somewhere on the breakfast table. I drag my tired body to the trolley. The only thing that I could seriously consider eating is a piece of dry toast, so with my treasure in hand I flop onto the couch and start munching while I fight my foggy mind for the memories of last night.

Slowly it is coming back to me...

After getting out of the meeting I was extremely annoyed. Something about the way Jon Ericson behaved around Jacob was rubbing me the wrong way. I mean really? What was up with the whispering and touching? As far as I knew, this was a professional working environment  and not a goddamn high school! Not that I cared obviously! I just wanted them to concentrate on the job I payed them handsomely for, and keep the touching somewhere I wouldn't be subjected to it or better yet, not touch at all!

It was with these thoughts rolling around my head that I met Noah. He had done me a solid favor and ordered from my favorite pizza place. So before getting ready to hit the club, we grabbed a couple of beers and stuffed our faces while just shooting the breeze. Damn I needed to step back and regain my calm. 

Getting into the club was easy. The staff there knew me so the door was immediately opened. Luckily they had always been discrete, so no one called the tabloids. With my first drink in hand I turned from the bar to survey the crowd. Noah was leaning up against the bar beside me checking for prey just like I was.

One good thing about Noah is, that he dosen't discriminate. As long as the person seems to have more than two brain-cells to rub together and don't look like they got hit by a bus on the way to the club, he won't care about small things like gender or sex. Noah calls himself a "sexual omnivore" I just call him a "horny bastard"

I was having a hard time finding someone that could catch my eye. It seemed like all the twinks were a little wrong... One was not blond enough, another had too short hair and none of them looked like they had any muscle to speak of. Wait was that Jon? No, just someone looking like him. I seriously needed to get laid! I was fucking tired of having that giant running through my mind at all times!

Giving up on the hunt for now, I started doing shots with Noah. Which is always a terrible idea, since Noah has the stamina of a bull. So four shots in I was close to piss drunk and Noah was just getting warmed up. 

Trying my luck again I moved to the dance floor to pick up someone, anyone who would quiet my screaming hungry body. Eventually I found myself a cute twink, who looked nothing like Jon Erikson thank you very much! I wasted no time herding him into one of the large bathrooms, that this club was very famous for, and had him on his knees in front of me only moments later!

Not wanting to waste any time I yanked down my pants and underwear to just below my cock and grabbed his head roughly. "Suck me!" I ordered. And then I just moaned as my cock slid into his warm mouth. Damn this twink knew what he was doing and soon I had to concentrate hard to not flood his throat. But no! I needed more! So I pulled him up by his elbow and almost threw him against the wall. Believing in the boy-scout motto of "Being Prepared!" I had remembered to stuff the travel sized lube and condoms in my pocket before we left for the club. Quickly prepping myself and my willing victim, I gave him only the barest minimum af time to adjust to my size as I bottomed out in his tight ass. I then started taking him with long sure strokes that would quickly bring me to the finishline.

Because my mother, or rather my nanny, raised a gentleman, I didn't plan on leaving my partner high and dry, so I grabbed his dick and  started tossing him off in time with my thrusts and he seemed to like that if his high pitched moans were anything to go by. "I'm not going to last much longer!" I grunted into his ear. Fortunately that was not a problem since he came in my hand only moments later. Between hearing him mewling and feeling his ass squeezing my cock I pushed deep and followed him over the brink. "Fuck yeah Jon!" I whispered. Wait what? 

"Huh?" Luckily the  twink was so out of it that he didn't catch my mistake. "Thanks  I needed that!" Nice save Frederic! I pulled out and tried to clean off myself and him. Eventually I  just gave  up and pulled up my pants. "Do you need any help?" He didn't.

"Well bye!" I did the douche move and just left him there and headed straight for the bar where I ordered another round of shots to help me pass the time until Noah was ready to pick me up.

And he must have done so, since I woke up in my own bed.

I have a lot to think about, because last night I think that I lost my mind.

Published September 2. 2018

Don't hate me! This had to be done.

Until next time.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!