Red hair with blue eyes was rare—Google said so. But a redhead with a fiery temper? That wasn't rare at all.
Curly crimson hair, fair skin inked in black lines that trailed from his neck to his hands, curling around his fingers like fine art. Only his neck and hands bore the ink, the rest hidden beneath his clothes, leaving one to wonder how far the markings went.
Beside this handsome chaos was another, quite the contrast. With his chocolate-toned skin and sleek style, he looked just like the cold coffee one would crave on a hot day.
He had a head full of black curls, shiny as oil, with clean skin and a cute face. His innocent charm stood out so much, it almost betrayed the secrets of the chaos standing beside him.
But even with his pretty features, the cutie looked stressed—fine lines forming on his forehead, hands tucked deep into his pockets, lips pouting slightly. Something was brewing in the shadows.
The redhead stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned to face the cutie walking behind him. He shook his head, hissing softly. His left hand slid into his pocket, and his right ran through his tousled curls.
"Look, Luis, do you truly have to act as though you've been kidnapped each time we come to the club?" the hottie asked, his blue eyes glinting as he stared at the cutie before him.
Luis rolled his eyes. "Elias, what do you mean? It's basically just me—"
Elias's lips curled into a smirk that cut through his expression like a blade. His eyes swept over Luis's body and back to his face.
"Nah, nah…" Luis said, shaking his head.
"What?" Elias asked, his tone dripping with sass.
"Don't tell me it's what I believe you're thinking."
"What are you thinking?" Elias scoffed, turning forward again. "Please, don't drag me into your dirty mind."
"And who said whatever I was thinking was dirty? Now who's got the dirty mind?"
"Your IDs…"
They reached the front of the bouncer guarding the Madrid nightclub entrance. Elias stood confidently, his crop shirt sitting perfectly at his waist, his jeans gripping his hips just right. He looked up at the bouncer who had spoken.
"Would you still check me after all the performances I've done here?"
"Until you agree to suck my dick like you suck others, no straightforward entry," the bouncer said.
Elias rolled his eyes.
He dipped a hand into his pocket and brought out his ID along with a thick stack of cash. It was far more than the entry fee, but sometimes, recognition was the real price of admission.
The fact that he still had to stand in line like everyone else just because he refused to give a head job annoyed him. It wasn't his fault he had standards. He wasn't about to put his mouth on just anyone's dick, let alone one that smelled like urine.
Elias scrunched his nose at the thought, shoved the money into the bouncer's hand, and was instantly allowed entry.
He grabbed Luis and dragged him along.
"I hate that guy. And it's annoying that nothing can be done about it."
"Well, if you'd been a good boy to your papa, he could've easily dealt with this with a snap of his fingers. But no, you'd rather live your gay life here in clubs… mixed ones, at that."
"Yeah…" Elias said, shaking his head, uninterested. "Do you know what's best for you to do right now?"
"Keep quiet, right? Since that's what you always tell me every time we come here."
Elias shook his head with a smile, dropped a hand on Luis's shoulder, and said, "Yes, that'll be good. But before that… look at those two daddies entering the club."
From Elias's line of sight, Luis's words became noise, rubbish he couldn't even process. What Elias saw walking through the entrance was enough to silence every other sound.
Two men.
The first looked like everything Elias usually wanted—tattoos, piercings, carefree shirt and pants, and a face that screamed fun. But Elias's eyes didn't stay on him.
They trailed to the man beside him.
Oddly enough, this one was dressed in a fine suit. And yet, the neat lines and quiet confidence pulled Elias in more than he wanted to admit.
Elias felt the thing between his legs twitch at the sight of that dark, tailored suit. His gaze followed the man's frame, the way the fabric hugged his body, and his lips trembled slightly at the thought of that man on top of him.
He looked closely: no tattoos, no piercings, no visible ink at all. Instead of boring him, it intrigued him. Elias liked that he was clean, that he screamed order and restraint. It made him want to ruin it. To stain it. To be the reason that man craved chaos, and maybe even got it tattooed on his skin.
He leaned toward Luis and whispered, lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile.
"I think I just found my perfect play daddy."
"Eh? You say…who?" Luis voiced as he looked around the hall, trying to find the one who had Elias drooling. His eyes caught them.
Luis truly wanted peace and quiet, and he certainly wasn't gay. Everyone knew that, his father, his mother, even his friends, and of course his best friend Elias, who teased him about trying a man out. But Luis was too closeted to want that.
Yet this… this which Elias had brought to his attention was too tempting. Why did this man look like fine wine? Why did he look like someone Luis wouldn't mind losing himself to?
He swallowed hard as he stared at the fine face, the carefully carved brows, and shook his head, clearing his mind and returning his focus to Elias.
"Hey, I think you should stop staring before they notice you. What do you say? You look like a fool that way, anyways…"
"Or, you mean to say we should stop staring? I knew you had something up your sleeve. So, tell me, which of them do you feel?" Elias asked, his mood ecstatic as he looked at his cutie friend.
"What? Wh-why-y…why?" Luis stammered, shaking his head annoyingly at Elias. "You know I'm in a loving relationship with my girlfriend, so why would I fall for a man?"
"Who knows? You might be bi. Anyways, I've taken the clean one, so take your eyes off that," Elias said, lips curled into a huge smile.
He finally took his eyes away from the men and faced Luis. "Look, this one is going to get ready for dancing. This night is going to be different."
Luis's brows arched in confusion. "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious? I need to get this perfect daddy, so I need to work for it like I seriously need it. You're up for a show, trust me," Elias laughed, moving away from Luis's line of sight.
As Elias left, Luis sighed heavily, his breath heavier than before. He looked around, eyes scanning the room, and when he was sure that no one he knew was there, he rested his back against a pillar and set his eyes comfortably on the man before him.
As much as he wouldn't admit it to others, he couldn't lie to himself. Truly, the handsome hottie had left an impression on him.