Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 2: Fifth Floor and the VIP card.

"He's handsome, charming, and magnetic." That thought constantly swirled in Gear's mind, even though he had more pressing matters to think about than a man he'd only encountered a few times. That man was the complete opposite of Gear's character. He was charismatic, intriguing, and fascinating.

 

Every time those eyes looked his way, it felt like they carried an unexplainable force that stirred something deep within him. So alluring. If I learned something from him, my dull life would finally have some colour.

 

Though Gear rarely engaged with or observed others in the club, it was always that man who caught his attention. Somehow, Gear found himself knowing things about him, even though they weren't any of his business. He often saw the handsome man with someone by his side, sometimes even making out without a care for who was watching. And the person by his side? They seemed to change constantly. He must be the real player.

 

Gear drank more frequently, despite knowing how lightweight he was. A senior college student who'd lived a quiet, uneventful life, Gear had only recently begun to explore the world of alcohol. He wanted to break free from his old world, which he'd always believed was pristine, seeking out new and daring experiences to erase the sting of someone's hurtful words from his past.

 

"Are you here alone?"

 

"Yes," Gear instinctively shifted slightly when someone approached him to strike up a conversation.

 

"I'm Time. And you are...?"

 

"I'm Gear," he replied, raising his glass to clink it with the older man's in greeting. The good-looking young man had caught Time's eye for a while before he decided to approach. Using his natural charm, Time engaged Gear in casual conversation. Though Gear felt a vague sense of discomfort he couldn't quite explain, he tried to give himself a chance to experience more of the adult world.

 

While Gear wasn't worldly or experienced, he wasn't naive enough to miss what Time was after. The glances, the playful tone in his words-it was clear he wasn't just there to chat the night away.

 

"If you're bored, how about we do something fun?" Time suggested. 

 

"Something fun?" Gear hesitated, considering the invitation.

 

"Have you ever been to the fifth floor here?"

 

"I haven't. What's up there?"

 

"Well... there are rooms. If you want to relax, you can take someone up there." Time said

 

"..."

"But only if you have this card." Time pulled out a card the size of a standard credit card. Its elegant wine-red colour bore the club's name and the word "VIP" in bold letters.

 

Gear had never known that this club would have something like this. However, speaking of the beautiful VIP card lying before him, the young man had seen it before it was in the hands of that charming businessman. He seems so composed, but there's definitely a wilder side to him.

 

"If you want to have some fun, take this and head up. I'll join you shortly," Time said. Gear hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the card and walking away.

 

The fifth floor of the luxurious club was designed like a boutique hotel. It was a whole new world for Gear, one he'd never known existed. Beyond serving drinks, the club also offered private spaces for its patrons. Gear felt a nervousness he'd never experienced before. A mix of fear and anxiety crept in as he realised he was about to have sex with someone he'd just met. His body had never been touched intimately by anyone, but he knew that if he didn't push past this fear, he'd remain stuck in the same dull, detestable life.

 

The pain of his past gave him courage, bolstered by the alcohol coursing through his veins. His slender hand rested on the door handle. He stood there for a moment, deep in thought, before finally pushing the door open, deciding to do something he'd never imagined himself doing.

 

The cool air of the square room hit his warm, flushed body. A faint, relaxing scent filled the air, but it did little to calm his nerves. The dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, but he could make out a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a large red velvet sofa that exuded passion, and, most strikingly, a tall, muscular figure standing with his back to him, his broad, bare shoulders on display. The lower half of his body was wrapped in nothing but a towel.

"Did you lock the door?" the man asked without turning around.

 

"Y-yes," Gear stammered, his nervousness evident in his shaky voice. The unfamiliar tone made the tall man turn around, surprised. When their eyes met in the dim light, his thick brows furrowed instinctively, mirroring Gear's reaction. Gear froze in shock. The man in front of him wasn't the one he'd arranged to meet. It was the captivating, magnetic businessman, the one with the expensive cologne, who'd bumped into him earlier that evening.

 

"I think I entered the wrong room," Gear stuttered, unable to control his voice as Kanthi stepped closer to him. The light and their now closer proximity allowed them to see each other more clearly. The scent of expensive perfume was gone, replaced by a subtle, clean soap fragrance that was just as alluring. Kanthi's broad, muscular chest and toned abs were fully exposed, leading down to the dangerously low towel wrapped around his waist.

 

"The wrong room? I think you're on the wrong floor," Kanthi said, tilting Gear's chin up with his finger to study his flustered expression.

 

Gear's delicate face flushed a deep red. His thin lips pressed together, and his beautiful eyes avoided Kanthi's gaze. This wasn't the demeanour of someone ready for a casual hookup. If Gear claimed he was on the wrong floor, it would have been more believable.

 

"Wrong room," Gear repeated.

 

"Do you even know what the fifth floor is for?"

 

"I know."

 

"And what is it for?" Kanthi's calm voice questioned, forcing Gear to meet his gaze, though the answer was already clear.

 

"I just want to make sure no one tricked you into coming up here," Kanthi explained, his tone genuinely concerned. He could tell at a glance that the young man in front of him was far too innocent for something like this.

 

"No one tricked me. I... I want to do this," Gear replied, his wide, innocent eyes meeting Kanthi's as he spoke.

 

"Having sex?" Kanthi asked bluntly, while Gear tried to avoid saying the word.

"...Yes." Kanthi looked into those light-brown eyes, which sparkled with innocence yet held a reckless courage beyond his years.

 

"But you walked into the wrong room?" Kanthi pressed, still unsure about the young man's intentions, given how his actions contradicted his apparent inexperience.

 

"Yes."

 

"So, where's your room? Or should I walk you out?"

 

"I .."

 

".." Kanthi raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for an answer.

 

"I don't want to leave this room anymore," Gear finally admitted, summoning all the courage he had. The initial anxiety about having sex with a stranger had faded, replaced by the thought that it might be Kanthi instead.

 

"...So you want to have sex with me?" Kanthi asked, his brows furrowing slightly at the unexpected turn of events. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them until they were only a hand's width apart.

 

"Y-yes," Gear stammered. The warmth of Kanthi's breath, his intoxicating scent, and his broad shoulders filling his view-all of it was overwhelming. It wasn't surprising that an inexperienced young man like Gear couldn't help but feel flustered.

 

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

"No."

 

"So, what can you do?"

 

"I... I don't really know," Gear admitted, his round eyes lowering slightly as he confessed.

 

"If you don't know what to do, you should leave, then," Kanthi said, closing his eyes briefly and exhaling in disappointment. Kanthi wasn't looking to teach anyone or waste time on someone's first experience. He wanted someone who knew what to do, someone who could make him forget the stress of work. Gear, with his innocent eyes and lack of experience, was the exact opposite of what Kanthi sought.

 

"Could you... Teach me, please?" The reckless passion, once ignited, couldn't easily be extinguished. Gear tilted his face upward, locking eyes with the taller man. He used his slender hand to clasp the larger one, a gesture meant to convey the genuine desire that came straight from his heart.

 

The boy wasn't his type, and inexperienced in bed, but Kanthi had to admit it was a bit of a shame in that regard. So how long could someone like him endure those innocent, imploring eyes?