Wohooo...at last here it goes the second part of Age doesn't matter but gender do...
Boyxboy
Uhmmm...hope everyone like it...It's a bit complicated so bear with me...
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This was how Jason Vender became Angelo Browncliff’s lover.
Seven years ago, when Angelo turned eighteen and the decision of him getting married to Keanner Larson was cancelled, he went to Britain, at the Britain’s Yellow Medical University, an exclusive and well established institution with state-of-the-art facilities, to study medicine.
Usual students allowed to that university were of royal blood, sons and daughters’ of powerful politicians, or simply rich bastard people as Angelo thought of it excluding himself and Jason.
This choice was to escape his growing feelings towards Keanner, which he thought would never be reciprocated. He even hated its presence inside his heart. Thinking of it, he was pissed.
There he met his long time friend Jason who will eventually graduated after two years but promised to wait for him and they’ll both go back at America. Jason also initiated that Angelo should stay at his place. Angelo agreed and was pleased.
Years being roommate, Jason noticed the drastic change on Angelo’s character, primarily his nightlife. Jason was worried because his friend was easily pushed on something and if ever he got drunk, he might do some mistake. So, he disagreed with it and tried to convince Angelo in stopping it but the later would always sneak out. Angelo became addicted to it and eventually understood his mom ‘s frequent night out.
One night, Angelo escaped from Jason’s keen eyes and went to a near pub. A lot of women surrounded him. Angelo started to like the attention. He suddenly remembered his friend Paula. He smiled and all women giggled.
Form the shaded part of the pub three guys noticed and smirked at Angelo.
Meanwhile Jason was also invited to a friend’s night out.
It happened to be in the same place. The pub was big with lots of patrons and noise. So, they didn’t have a chance to meet.
The club was obviously an exclusive bar for rich people because they had a strict filtering of those who gets in. Deep security checking.
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On Angelo’s, table with full of gals, the three guys from earlier approached him. The first guy was a hairy good looking, tall, and dark skinned with muscular built. He looked like a Half-Indian and Half- British. The second guy was a blond longhaired gorgeous man, smaller than the first guy but with same body physique, an American national. The last guy was the same height with the first but with a broader shoulder and a bit lean body. He was a total hunk and looked like an Australian. The three guys were rugby players.
All women squealed. They thought that those attractive men were after them.
Angelo got a bit pissed. For they were stealing out the attentions from him. He stood without a word and walked away. He went to the darker side of the pub with less noise and people. The two guys remained and entertaining the women while the last guy followed him.
“Hi…I’m Randie Sweller…can I join you?” the taller guy said while pulling a seat.
Angelo sighed unimpressed. His forehead’s nerve became visible. “You’re already seated…what, can I do…” he murmured sarcastically while displeased.
The guy didn’t mind his reaction and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Angelo Browncliff the Taekwondo killer.” He grinned grimly.
The guy seemed not intimidated and still asked, “Are you alone?”
Angelo scowled at him.
“So, you’re alone…” Randie answered his own question.
“This place is good…do you enjoy it?” Randie asked another question.
“Yes, earlier…no, just now…” Angelo tried to answer short and looked acerbic for the guy to leave him alone.
Long pause and silence but Randy seemed enjoying it. He even ordered a drink for Angelo. It made Angelo really angry.
“Oi, aren’t you gonna join your bastard friends over there, coz you’re annoying me here!” Angelo blew up. Randy raised a brow and a bit pissed but remained calm. Angelo was really offended and stood to walkout but was prevented.
“SIT DOWN…” Randie pulled his arm authoritatively. Angelo reminds him of Keanner’s brusque attitude which he hated so much.
“Hey, I ordered you a drink…Its rude to act like that!” Randie said while few people noticed them. Angelo was a bit embarrass he wouldn’t want to drew more attention and sat instead.
Angelo got the drink but pours it on the floor instead and said, “Look, IDIOT, I DON’T D-R-I-N-K!” he said it low but clearly. This time Randie lose patience, hauled him on the fire exit area, and budged him on the wall.
“Look, I’m trying to be nice at you, fuckhead…so don’t mess with me!” Randie sounded like he could kill him in an instance. Angelo didn’t show any shocked but made his favorite kick-ass Taekwondo move. The taller guy was somehow stunned but used his ever-reliable strength to dodge in.
Angelo looked proud at himself, “Yo, if you want to save your pretty face on…stop messing on me…I don’t need your company!” Angelo yelled as he was restraining himself from being a no head brain like Keanner when anger turned on because he was a cultured person. As he was about to turn back, Randie punched him at his side. Angelo growled in pain. He didn’t expect that. Then another blew from his stomach. The punched felt like he had been slugged by a dozen huge men. His pain tolerance was high but to receive such punched was unexpected. By the way, ever since he was studying medicine, he hasn’t trained himself on the martial arts. He dazed on the attack.
Randie dragged him on a VIP room of the pub. Jason happened to noticed Angelo being dragged by the all known manic s*x maniac. Jason panicked and followed them.
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Age Doesn't Matter but...Gender Does (Slash) (BoyxBoy)
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