TEACH ME, TOUCH ME

Part 11: Teach Me More.

Kanthi was a man whose outward image suggested impulsiveness and a fiery temper, but in truth, he possessed a calm and magnetic demeanour. He surprised even himself with how gently he treated that boy. Despite the lingering heat of his ardour, which was nearly impossible to control, he chose to end the night on a beautiful note. With the wisdom that came from years of experience, Kanthi took time to reflect. He couldn't quite understand what'd driven this sweet-faced young man to pursue bedroom skills as if preparing for some kind of competition.

 

Though the passion between them was undeniable, Kanthi worried that Gear might be too fragile if he allowed things to go too far. At the very least, he wanted to give the younger man time to think things through. But if Gear ultimately insisted on learning about intimacy, Kanthi wasn't the type to let such an opportunity slip away. He'd teach every move, every technique, until the unskilled boy became a master under his guidance.

 

The heated night, which had only involved kisses and the caressing of the length through a bathrobe, came to an end. Gear wasn't disappointed, just surprised. He hadn't expected someone like Kanthi to let the night pass without taking things further. Kanthi was far more respectful than his Playboy image suggested.

 

"Tonight, wait for me at the Rose Club. I might finish work late, but if you can wait."

 

"It's alright. I'll wait for you," Gear replied without hesitation.

 

"Heh, you're that eager for me to teach you, huh?" Kanthi teased, leaning over from the driver's seat to plant a firm kiss on Gear's soft lips before pulling away.

 

Kanthi had offered to drop Gear off at the university before heading to his showroom that morning. As Gear stepped out of the luxury car, he felt the weight of several pairs of eyes on him. He understood why Kanthi was the centre of attention, with his expensive car and strikingly handsome face. Lowering the window, he flashed a smile at Gear before driving off, leaving the younger man to face the curious stares.

 

The Rose Club had become so familiar to Gear that he was practically a regular. He'd grown accustomed to the pounding music, the throngs of people, and the unapologetic displays of affection. 

 

At first, the vibrant nightlife had been a shock to someone who'd lived a quiet, comfortable life. But now he found it exhilarating, offering a kind of joy and novelty he hadn't known before, especially since meeting someone like Kanthi.

 

Kanthi's beguiling face and intoxicating kisses were impossible to forget. The memory of those moments lingered on Gear's lips, leaving him yearning for more.

 

"N'M Gear," a voice called out.

 

"Huh? Yes?" Gear frowned slightly, confused by the sudden change in how he was being addressed.

 

"Mind if I call you 'N'Gear?" the man asked politely.

 

"Why?"

 

"I'm Kanthi's close friend. He asked me to look after you until he gets here," the man explained.

 

"Oh, that's not necessary. I don't need anything special. You can go take care of other customers," Gear replied, trying to be polite.

 

"Just call me 'Phee' if you're close with Kanthi, you can be casual with me too. No need to be formal," the man said with a friendly smile.

 

"Alright, P''..."

 

"Porsche," he introduced himself.

 

"Alright, P’Porsche. Thank you," Gear said, nodding. Porsche, the club owner, excused himself after fulfilling his friend's request. He figured he'd have a lot to discuss with Kanthi later, especially about this newfound closeness with Gear. After all, Kanthi had once adamantly claimed he wasn't interested in younger guys.

 

As time passed, Gear sat quietly, soaking in the atmosphere. He observed the colourful lives of the people around him, trying to understand the world he wanted to explore. While waiting for Kanthi, a few people approached to clink glasses with him, and Gear found himself slowly getting better at making small talk and forming connections, something he wasn't naturally skilled at.

 

"Gear?"

"..."

 

"It's really you. I never thought I'd see you in a place like this," the voice said, filled with surprise.

"Yes," Gear replied curtly, recognising the person but feeling a mix of emotions, part joy, part discomfort so strong he wanted to run away.

 

"Who's that?" another voice asked.

 

"Just a junior," the first person replied dismissively.

 

"..."

"Well, I'll be going now, Gear. Take care, drink carefully."

 

"Heh," Gear let out a bitter laugh at the frustrating exchange.

 

A junior? More like an ex-boyfriend whom you cheated on, you bastard!

 

It was all because of Kim! He's the one who'd driven Gear to act so recklessly. Kim, who'd been the perfect boyfriend for two years, suddenly changed completely. Kim, who'd left Gear with the excuse that he was too dull, too plain, too colourless. And just three days later, Kim had introduced his new, vibrant partner-the same person he'd just walked out with, arm in arm, right in front of Gear. One day, Gear vowed, he'd become the kind of person Kim wanted. And when that day came, Kim would regret ever letting him go.

 

"Hey, that's enough. Are you trying to get drunk?"

 

"Kanthi, when did you get here?" Gear asked, startled.

 

"Since you started downing drinks like they were water."

 

"I can handle my drinks," Gear mumbled, avoiding Kanthi's gaze. His voice was soft, and his claim couldn't have been further from the truth.

 

"You can barely drink at all," Kanthi said knowingly. His experience allowed him to see through Gear's bravado instantly. It was clear the younger man was already nearing his limit after just two glasses.

 

"..." Gear relented, setting his glass down, though his face remained visibly upset.

 

"Is it because of him?"

 

"What?"

 

"The guy who just left. You started drinking more after seeing him, even though you can't handle it."

 

"You saw that? I thought you said you only noticed when I started drinking."

 

"So, am I right?" Kanthi asked, his tone calm but probing.

 

Gear stayed silent, choosing instead to pick up his glass again, hoping to drown his frustration.

 

The love story of teenagers- how could someone seasoned as Kanthi not see that Gear and that youth must have some kind of history together? And if his guess was correct, it might even be the reason why the naive boy in front of him yearned to change so many things about himself, including the lessons on sex that he kept asking Kanthi to teach him.

 

"I'm going to the restroom," Gear said abruptly, standing up.

 

"Don't keep it all to yourself," Kanthi said, his tone firm as he grabbed Gear's arm to stop him.

 

"What do you want me to do, then?"

 

"Show him that you're just as happy as he is."

 

"..."

"Want some help?"

 

"How?" Gear asked, intrigued despite himself.

 

"Heh," Kanthi smirked, pulling Gear close by the waist.

 

"Show him the most passionate kiss you just learned," Kanthi said before leaning in to claim Gear's lips. 

 

The kiss was intense, their lips pressing together firmly. Gear quickly put his newly learned skills to use, parting his lips to welcome Kanthi's tongue. He expertly explored Gear's mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of alcohol mixed with sweetness.  Gear moaned softly, lost in the moment.

 

"Mmm," Gear forgot his anger for a moment, swept away by the kiss. The familiar scent of Kanthi, a man in his thirties, awakened the skills Gear had been practising. Kanthi eased the intensity of the kiss, allowing Gear to take the lead. 

 

Gear moved his lips passionately, alternating between soft nibbles and deep, lingering kisses. His breathing was steady, and his tongue teased Kanthi's with surprising confidence, as if he'd mastered the art of kissing.

 

"Ah, good boy, you're doing great," Kanthi praised as they pulled apart. Gear's naturally pleading eyes looked up at him, filled with a seductive warmth that made Kanthi want to kiss him all over again.

 

"It seems to have worked. That guy doesn't look too happy," the wicked man whispered, leaning in close to share the observation.

 

The fiery kiss had its intended effect. Kim, Gear's ex, was visibly irritated, his mood souring as he watched his former lover passionately kiss a handsome man. The sight of Gear's newfound boldness and skill, something Kim had never experienced, left him seething.

 

"Thank you," Gear said softly. Kanthi smiled, his hand gently caressing Gear's cheek. But he forced himself to pull away, knowing he had important business to discuss with Porsche that night.

 

"I need to talk to Porsche for a bit. Want to come and sit with me?"

 

"No, I'd rather wait for you here." Kanthi raised an eyebrow but nodded, leaving Gear to sit alone while he headed to his usual spot, where he could still keep an eye on the younger man.

 

"Causing a scene as soon as you arrive, huh, Mr Player?" Porsche teased as Kanthi joined him.

 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kanthi replied coolly, accepting the glass of whiskey Porsche handed him and taking a sip.

 

"French kiss in the middle of my club like that."

 

"Isn't that normal? Don't act as if I've never kissed anyone in your club before. Don't act like people don't hook up here. And don't act like you, the club owner, haven't kissed a customer or two," Kanthi retorted, shrugging and nodding toward a corner where a couple was getting cosy.

 

"I'm just surprised that the guy you kissed was N' Gear, one you once said you weren't interested in."

 

"Yeah, back then I wasn't interested. But now? It's kind of fun."

 

Gear's seemingly unassuming and straightforward demeanour carried a charm and intrigue that Kanthi had never encountered before. There was something uniquely captivating and intriguing about youth.

 

"Fun? Damn, I feel bad for the kid," Porsche said, shaking his head.

 

"I'm not playing with him," Kanthi replied firmly.

 

"He seems... fragile, you know? Are you sure this won't end badly?" Porsche asked, his tone sensuous.

 

".." Kanthi frowned at the question. He had no intention of subjecting someone as inexperienced as Gear to anything rough or overwhelming.

 

"I mean emotionally. The kid won't end up falling for you, right? Because let's face it, you're not exactly the type to commit."

 

"Gear didn't approach me because he likes me. He just needs my help with something," Kanthi said, revealing only part of the truth to reassure his friend.

 

"What kind of help?"

 

"That's my business," Kanthi replied curtly.

 

"You're keeping secrets now? Or maybe you're the one falling for the kid."

 

"Heh, ridiculous," Kanthi chuckled dryly, brushing off the comment with his usual calm demeanour.

 

"Then why'd you call me to keep an eye on him?"

 

"You've seen how young he is. If some drunk guy started bothering him, he wouldn't be able to handle it."

"Kanthi, listen to me."

"..."

 

"The most dangerous person here is you," Porsche said firmly, patting Kanthi's shoulder for emphasis.

 

"Would your club go bankrupt if you didn't insult me for one day? Now, let's talk about your car. I don't have all day," Kanthi replied, crossing his long legs and leaning back on the plush sofa with a relaxed yet undeniably charismatic air.

 

As the two men continued their conversation, a striking man with blonde hair approached. He was familiar with Kanthi, as he was one of the VIP customers who frequented the club. The man often interacted with Kanthi whenever the owner of the luxury car showroom visited. He even knew Kanthi's drink preferences and wasted no time catering to him, sitting close enough to lean against Kanthi's broad chest.

 

Kanthi's image as a Playboy businessman was well-earned. It wasn't unusual to see someone entwined with him, and many people were drawn to the magnetic aura he exuded.

 

"That's it for tonight. I have to drive," Kanthi said, stopping the blonde man from refilling his drink.

 

"Not coming up to the fifth floor with me tonight, Kanthi?" the man asked suggestively.

 

"..." Kanthi responded with a faint smile instead of a direct answer, lightly brushing his fingers over the man's shoulder.

 

Kanthi's actions were clearly visible from Gear's perspective at this angle. He was still the same as ever. That entrancing image of charm wasn't fabricated in the slightest. Just minutes ago, he'd kissed Gear, and now he was sitting with his arm around someone else's shoulder. And there were still many others ready to approach him, prepared to play with the fiery spark that the businessman had ignited. Meanwhile, Kanthi was trying to wrap up his business discussion with Porsche as quickly as possible. Even with someone attractive sitting beside him, his eyes kept drifting toward Gear, who was waiting patiently. But then, Kanthi noticed another man join Gear's table. The man clinked glasses with Gear, leaning in closer than necessary, clearly trying to take an advantage.

 

"Call me if there's anything else," Kanthi said abruptly, not even looking at his friend as he stood up. His sudden movement startled the blonde man beside him, who seemed momentarily baffled. Kanthi's focus was entirely on Gear. As he approached, he saw the other man urging Gear to drink. With a calm yet intense demeanour, Kanthi reached out, taking the glass from Gear's hand and setting it back on the table, causing some of the amber liquid to spill.

 

"Don't accept drinks from strangers," Kanthi said, wrapping an arm around Gear's shoulders protectively. He didn't care about the other man's reaction.

 

"Kanthi, are you done?" Gear asked.

 

"Did I keep you waiting long? Let's go," Kanthi said.

 

"O-okay," Gear stammered, barely having time to say goodbye to the man he'd just met before Kanthi led him away. Walking beside Kanthi, Gear couldn't help but notice the unusual energy radiating from him.

 

"Was he hitting on you?"

 

"...I don't think so," Gear replied after a moment of thought, looking up at Kanthi.

 

"That's what hitting on someone looks like. I guess he didn't see how passionately we were making out earlier."

 

"Maybe he just got here," Gear suggested, his innocent tone and expression making Kanthi smile despite himself.

 

"Forget about him. But from now on, don't accept drinks from just anyone. Not everyone can be trusted."

 

"And... Can I trust you, Kanthi?" Gear asked, nodding obediently before throwing the question back at him.

 

"You can. But will you trust me?" Kanthi stopped walking and placed his hands on Gear's shoulders to turn him around. He leaned down until their faces were level, his gaze intense.

 

"I will. I trust you," Gear said, his beautiful eyes filled with sincerity. His genuine smile was so disarming that Kanthi couldn't help but smile back. This kid is ridiculously captivating...

"If you trust me, then..."

 

"Mmm," Gear's words were cut off as Kanthi leaned in, unable to resist capturing the boy's lips in another deep, passionate kiss. The dim lighting and the heat between them made the moment even more intoxicating.

 

"You're irresistible, you know that?" Kanthi murmured against Gear's lips.

 

"Does that mean I'm getting better at kissing?" Gear asked, his eyes lighting up with joy.

 

"But being good at kissing isn't enough."

 

"Then teach me something else already," Gear challenged, his tone eager.

 

"Are you sure you want to ask me that?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Sex? Penetration? Is that what you're asking for?" Kanthi's eyes gleamed with mischief. He'd already decided that if Gear were truly ready to take this step, he wouldn't hold back anymore. He wouldn't stop at just teaching him how to kiss.

 

If Gear wanted to learn, Kanthi would teach him completely and thoroughly.