Punching stranger

"Coach! You

told us we can visit a club after the match!" Jeromy screams from the middle of

the bus.

"I did?

When?" Coach Moore feigns confused. "Don't lie! Come on... it'll be fun~."

Saffran encourages him. Other boys starts to pester him non stop. They are

determined to visit an L.A club this time. "You guys are underage!" Coach

shouts. "What?? We are all 18 except Norman!" Leo, that African American boy

exclaims. Norman's parents sent him school one year earlier. That's why he's 1

year younger than the others. "Yes. We'll graduate this year. Let us have some

fun!" "Okay fine. But on one condition." Everyone looks at coach with curious

eyes. "No more drinking than 2 cups. Also no girl will be involved." Seems like

nobody liked the idea. But nobody said anything either. After all they are all

young rebels. They'll do what they want.

"I'll bang

you drunk in some love room." Saffran whispers near Norman's ear which soon

turns red. "Does club rooms are considered love rooms?" He asks not looking at

him. "Hmm....I'll see. Wait! When do clubs have rooms? I mean most of the clubs are just for partying but some VIP clubs may have." Saffran looks at Norman

questionably. Norman blushes form head to toe.

"Normie? You

never visited a club?" Saffran asks mockingly barely hiding his laugh. "Don't

laugh! Mom never allowed me to!" Norman whisperingly screams. Saffran laughs

out loud earning attention from his fellow team mates. "You're such a baby."

Saffran says holding his tummy.

"Who's a

baby?" Ben asks from beside. "Norm never visited a club." "Hey!" Norman tries to

hold his mouth. "Aww...It's okay! You'll visit today." Leo says from the front.

Norman could

die out from embarrassment. Every time Saffran finds new ways to embarrass him.

Norman sits quietly staring outside the window. He doesn't wanna talk with

Saffran.

"I think we

have to do it in the hotel room." Saffran whispers but Norman doesn't reply him.

"Hey." Saffran again says looking at him bending a little. Norman still doesn't

talk. "Are you upset? For the joke earlier?" No answer. "Seriously? Who gets

angry for such silly jokes? Are you a girl or something?" Saffran says annoyed

and rudely which hurts Norman even more. "Is he mad?" Conny who was sitting

beside Ben asks sensing the conversation. Saffran nods. "Come on Norman! We

didn't mean to make you mad. It was just a joke." Conny says loudly. Norman

isn't liking the attention. Why can't Saffran just keep it to himself.

"I'm

not...mad." Norman says a little loudly to them. "Okay. That's a relief." Ben

says smiling.  But Norman still doesn't

talk with Saffran.

"Get off.

We're here." The bus stops at the previous hotel. "Listen boys. We'll go to the

Club at 8. For now rest a little." One by one all of them gets down. Saffran

strides to the the hotel without giving a care to Norman.

Norman goes

in with slow steps. Saffran was quite ahead of him. He doesn't wanna be in the

same room with him. But he got no choice. As other boys are also sharing rooms.

He enters the room and hear Saffran talking with someone. Curiosity spikes up.

He gets close to him like a creep.

Saffran

gasps loudly when he sees Norman looking at him dead turning around. He glares

at him. "What's your problem?" He whispers.

"Nothing."

Saffran says to the person on phone.

"I left a

note on the table" Norman keeps on listening though he didn't utter any sound

after entering the hotel room.

"Over

freedom? Are you kidding me?" There was frustration in his voice.

"Okay fine.

But I won't return until tomorrow evening." With that he hangs up. He

sighs sitting on the bed. He bends until his elbows are on his thighs and

covers his face with his palms. Norman feels bad. No matter how the pretty boy

treats him he can't help but feel sad when he is in pain. He comes towards him

with slow steps and holds his head.

Saffran

looks at him with curious eyes. "It's okay." He smiles warmingly and looking at

him Saffran's heart surely melts.

He tugs him

down till Norman was straddling him with his legs. The position was intimating.

Norman is basically sitting on Saffran's lap. After so much encounters,

Saffran's lap became Norman's favourite sitting place. Norman hugs him bringing

his head close to his chest. Saffran inhales him. Norman usually don't sweat

thus he don't stink. Saffran loves that about him. There is an earthy smell

that lingers on his body. Like the smell of nature and soil. Usually Norman

puts powder on his body. Seems like he forgot this time. So it's Norman's

natural scent.

Norman caress

his fingers on Saffran's hair. Silky jet black hair that always grabs people's

attention. Norman is not an expectation . Every feature of Saffran attracts

him. Saffran doesn't like someone touching his hair. But he is not resisting

now.

"You good?"

Saffran nods. He tries to unbutton Norman's shirt. "Now? Let's shower first."

Norman isn't feeling like having sex now. He is too exhausted. They had to wake

up early today. Also Saffran said after visiting a club they'll have some

drunken steamy sex. Norman never visited a bar. He knows that people go there

for drinking. Do people dance there? He can't help bus be curious.

"Umm

Saff..."

"Yes princess."

Saffran's eyes were closed. He kept his face buried in Norman's chest. At this

point Norman's feet is getting numb.

"D-do people

dance in a club?"

Saffran

chuckles. Norman feels embarrassed for asking such a silly question. "Forget

it." Saffran looks at him with hooded eyes. "It's like nightclub. No...it is a

nightclub. There people get drunk and dance there sadness away. They find other

people for hook ups...take them to their home..f*ck them...and when they wake

up the next day with a massive headache, they regret their life choice. And

this cycle continues." Norman was listening so carefully that Saffran couldn't

help but laugh. "W-what?" Norman blushes. "Nothing. You'll see once we get

there."

........

8 PM

"I can't believe

coach actually managed to get us in this elite club." Roy says gaping at the

entry. "Heh. Who do you take me for?" "Let's get in!" Jeromy shouts. "Wait! You

have to remember my conditions-" But nobody listens to the coach. He sighs and

enters at the last. Norman's eyes were about to pop out from his socket. The

neon lights were so pretty that his eyes could go blind. So many people here

dancing and drinking.

"Come on."

Saffran takes his hand and goes to the drinking counter. "What you wanna

drink?" Norman doesn't know many drinks except bear and whisky. "Umm you choose.

"He shyly says. "Two Tequila please." Saffran orders. A lot of girls were

eyeing Saffran. As he is the prince charming, with his godly looks, any girl

can be head over hills for him. Norman feels uneasy. When the drinks are served

Saffran takes his and finishes it in one go. He indicates Norman to take.

Norman hesitantly sips a little. The taste was a bit different than usual beer

so he too finishes it quickly. "You wanna get another?" Saffran asks. Norman

can't hear him properly as the music is loud.

"Won't we

dance?" Norman questions back with hopeful eyes. "You wanna? Come." Saffran

takes his hand and goes in the middle of the dance floor. As his teammates were

all busy drinking, they didn't care what this due do. Saffran was skilfully

swaying his body while Norman was just awkwardly clinging onto him.

"Come on.

Move more....I wanna see your perky ass move..." Saffran seductively and loudly

whispers to his ears. Norman shudders and he almost moaned hearing his sexy

voice. He tries again and this time he did it like a girl. He didn't like the

idea of dancing like this. But the intimacy between him and Saffran is

something he'd do anything for.

Soon Saffran

gets bored dancing with him. He feels someone tapping his shoulder and looks at

them. An extremely beautiful lady was bothering him. That girl's curves can

beat anyone. Saffran starts feeling hot just by looking at her. He quickly

pushes Norman away and starts dancing with her.

Norman doesn't

know if he should feel pain or anger. Saffran again ditched him for some woman.

Norman gets angry. He doesn't wanna persuade him too. So he goes on his own to

the drinking counter. He takes another drink which the bartender gives him

willingly. The bartender was handsome. But all the people in here were handsome

and beautiful anyways.

"Want some

company?" A man around 25/26 appear out of nowhere. He puts his hand on

Norman's shoulder making him off guard. "N-no." Norman meekly says. He can

smell the rich cologne from him. It's so addicting that Norman subconsciously

leans on his side. "Hmm? You're acting like a cat." That man chuckles. He

brings his head down and examines Norman's face. Norman was already feeling a little drunk. He

had dark blush on his cheeks. His eyes were kinda dilated. "What a beauty~."

The man purrs. "Wanna do something naughty?" He keeps on rubbing his fingers on

Norman's shoulder. Norman was too drunk to think rationally. As he becomes

easily drunk from a little drinking. "No! Dance with me first!" He acts like a

stubborn toddler. The man laughs. "You wanna dance? Alright. Come." He stretches

his hand to him. Norman takes it gladly.

The dance

was smooth. That man wasn't trying to touch him in perverted ways which Norman

liked a lot. He suddenly wanna kiss this man. So he leans on that man's body

and gives him a peck. The man was shocked a little. But with a smile he holds

Norman's face and kisses him deeply.

But the kiss

couldn't last long as someone separated him and punched that man.