Cast a Shadow [02]
"Are you willing to do anything I want?"
"Okay," Joe said, letting go of Ming as he tried to shrug Ming off his elbows. "This is getting weird."
Ming kissed him, crashing his lips into Joe's so quickly that for a moment their teeth clashed.
When Joe gasped in shock, Ming slotted his tongue into Joe's mouth, grabbing him by the neck as he turned Joe's head the way he wanted. Joe melted against him, holding on to Ming as Ming pressed him back till Joe hit the bonnet of his car.
WARNING: ABUSE, TRAUMA RESPONSE, NONCON
CHAPTER TWO
It was a miracle that Ming was alone.
Joe rarely saw him alone. The few times he had, Ming's guards always appeared like the wind, brushing off any encounter like human interaction was a danger to Ming's health.
But this time, he was alone.
As Joe slowed down and lowered the passenger window, he half expected to be accosted by the big, buff men who seemed able to disappear and appear at a moment's notice. But no one came.
"Do you need a ride?" Joe asked.
Ming didn't reply.
Squatting on the side of the road with a forgotten cigarette slowly burning between his fingers, Ming stared into nothingness. Even when Joe honked his horn, Ming didn't move, didn't startle.
Wherever his mind was, it wasn't anywhere near where he was squatting.
Clearing to the side, Joe got out, pulling off his jacket as he approached Joe to cover him. Once again, he wondered if the guards were present. If they were, he wondered why they hadn't come to get Ming.
As he squatted to meet Ming, Ming gasped nearly jumping out of his skin as Joe moved to steady him. With nothing else to stop their fall, Joe slammed Ming into the metal bars right behind him as Ming groaned in pain, finally coming back to life.
"What the fuck?" Ming cussed, closing his eyes as he grimaced.
"I'm so sorry."
Joe had such horrid luck. For weeks, he'd been trying to talk to Ming since he got back into the country. Unlike his sister who was a regular visitor on set, her brother had never been to any of the sets of any of the movies that Akarayota Enterprises sponsored. The only reason Joe knew who Ming was, was because he'd walked into him at the hotel where Wut threw a closing party, in Tong's last movie.
As far as Joe knew, Ming didn't interact with anyone in the movie industry and probably didn't even watch any movies. A silent recluse who was always followed by big, scary guards.
It was just Joe's luck that the one day he'd found Ming alone, the one day they could actually talk, he'd gone and mistakenly assaulted the man.
"I didn't mean to startle you."
"Get your hands off me," Ming said, shrugging Joe off as Joe moved away.
"My bad. Look, I-" He searched for a way to salvage the situation. "Do you need a ride home?"
"I'll find my way home."
"How?" Joe asked. "Where are your bodyguards?"
"They're where they're supposed to be," Ming said, a somber anger in his tone.
Joe immediately backed away, hands raised in the air for Ming to see.
"That's fine," he said. "I meant no offense."
He turned and headed to the car when he heard a soft gasp emit from Ming.
"Are you alright?" Joe turned back to find Ming staring at him, eyes wide with barely concealed horror. "What's the problem?"
"You just..." Ming began, shaking his head. "You... from behind. You look like someone I know."
"Oh?" Joe asked with an exaggerated, charming smile. "I've been told I have a stunning behind. I should," he said. "After all, I'm Tong Saelim's stand-in."
"Stand in?" Ming asked, unconsciously taking a step toward Joe. "What's that?"
"A stunt double for the movie star."
"Tong is a movie star?"
"You don't know that?" Joe asked, perplexed. "He's your sister's friend."
Ming scoffed. "More like fiancée."
"What?" Joe asked, ears prickling for that bit of information. Mostly because it was the kind of thing Yim would want to hear about.
"No," Ming said, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have said that." He covered the distance between them. "You can't tell anyone."
"Okay," Joe agreed immediately, noting how distressed Ming sounded and looked. "I won't tell anyone," Joe said, holding Ming by the shoulder, to keep him calm but mostly to keep him from coming closer so he wouldn’t mistakenly shove Joe into the street. "I promise."
Breathing hard, staring at Joe like he was trying to choose whether to trust him or not, Ming frowned at him as his hands held Joe by the elbow, keeping Joe from actually moving away.
"You don't have to worry about me," Joe said, starting to worry as Ming's hands tightened. "I won't say a thing."
Ming leaned closer, moving right into Joe's space as Joe held his ground, weary but curious as to what Ming was going to do.
"Are you a good actor?" Ming randomly asked, confusing Joe beyond reason.
"Uh... as good as I need to be."
Because as beautiful as Ming was, Joe was slowly starting to realize why he didn't welcome human interaction. In the two minutes since they'd met, they'd hopped from one conversation to another with no clear transition. And while it was fun to stare into the round, big eyes of the mysterious pretty boy, Joe wasn't sure he was ever going to be able to keep up.
"Do you do as you're told?"
"What?" Joe asked, unable to fight the cringe that went through his body.
"Are you willing to do anything I want?"
"Okay," Joe said, letting go of Ming as he tried to shrug Ming off his elbows. "This is getting weird."
Ming kissed him, crashing his lips into Joe's so quickly that for a moment their teeth clashed.
When Joe gasped in shock, Ming slotted his tongue into Joe's mouth, grabbing him by the neck as he turned Joe's head the way he wanted. Joe melted against him, holding on to Ming as Ming pressed him back till Joe hit the bonnet of his car.
As much as he wanted to keep going, Joe turned his head away, dislodging the kiss as Ming's hands clenched his jaw, trying to bring him right back.
"We're outside," Joe said immediately.
Just then, the lights from a passing vehicle washed over them as Ming seemed to come back to himself, looking away from Joe as the spell broke for another second.
"How far away do you live?" Ming asked, watching the other car drive away.
"Not far," Joe replied, his heart beating in his chest at what Ming's question could possibly mean.
"Take me there," Ming said.
And for once, Joe couldn't believe that good luck had somehow found its way to his doorstep.
*
There was no way.
Joe couldn't believe it.
Not even while it was happening.
With his knees spread against his bed, Joe rocked back against Ming's targeted thrusts as he pumped his dick with his free hand. It hadn't even been up for discussion. The moment they got into the apartment, Ming had stripped and positioned Joe on his knees, whispering against his skin as he kissed down Joe's back. Speaking words that were barely meant for Joe's ears.
But Joe wasn't usually particular about the mechanics. As long as everyone involved had a good time, Joe was always down. If Ming didn't want to bottom, that was just fine. By the time Ming slid into Joe, inch after inch till Joe was quivering with need, Joe realized that he'd been right not to fight Ming about it.
Moaning away as Ming pounded into him, Joe wished for his orgasm, coasting towards it with reckless abandon. So close. So hard. So sweet. Joe's eyes were clenched shut in anticipation, in thirsty want. So near.
"Oh," Joe gasped when he felt Ming's fingers encircle his neck.
At first, it was a passing flicker. A tentative touch that came and went between thrusts. But as the night progressed, Ming's touch became more certain, pressing against Joe's throat with more boldness each time.
As Joe's orgasm neared though, both of Ming's hands wrapped around his neck, pressing tightly against his throat till Joe's movements staggered. He batted at Ming's hand, a silent request for Ming to let up, but Ming only pressed harder, his thrusts coming in with more force than he'd used before.
"Ming," Joe croaked out as the hand tugging Joe's dick went to his neck, tapping harder.
But it just seemed to incite Ming more as he pushed Joe's head down.
Mind spinning at the abrupt appearance of possible danger, Joe reached for Ming's hands with both of his but the movement left him without a wedge as his head flopped onto the bed, dislodging Ming's dick completely.
"Ming, this isn't-"
Ming lifted a leg and stamped right on the back of Joe's head as Joe reacted on impulse. Turning over on the bed, he grabbed Ming's leg, shoved it away, and pulled Ming to the side, throwing his weight around as he switched their positions.
On his back, beneath Joe, Ming laughed at him, his face twisted into maniacal glee.
"I forgot that you're a stuntman."
"What the fuck was that?"
"I'm sorry," Ming said. "I mean, I was going to negotiate but I've decided I quite like that your resistance is real."
"Are you crazy?" Joe asked, his heart beating a million beats per minute as he looked down at the man he'd only ever seen as angelic, who'd somehow caught a devilish glint in his eyes.
"You should know," Ming said. "That my bodyguards are never more than twenty feet away from me."
"What the fuck does that have to do with you trying to kill me?"
Instead of answering, Ming called out, "Willy!"
"Yes, Khun-Ming," a deep voice answered from just outside Joe's doors as they opened and a tall, muscular man walked into the apartment.
Breath shuddering, Joe tried to get up. Ming held him in place.
"I'm going to do a few things tonight and I honestly don't want you to like any of them."
"Ming-" Joe began but Ming cut in.
"Take out your gun, Willy."
Willy reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun with a silencer already attached to it.
"What are you doing?" Joe asked, shoving Ming away as he crawled toward the edge of the bed to get away.
"If he gets off the bed, shoot him in the leg, Willy."
Joe stopped moving just as his foot was about to touch the ground. Putting his foot back in, he turned to Ming.
"Why are you doing this?" Joe asked, his whole body rigid with the thought that Ming was crazy enough to get Joe shot and rich enough for such a crime not to matter.
"If he raises his voice at me again," Ming said, looking right at Joe. "Shoot him in the leg, Willy."
"Please," Joe said, kneeling before Ming as Ming crawled over to Joe.
"If he tries to fight me in any way," Ming said. "What are you supposed to do, Willy?"
"Shoot him in the leg," Willy replied.
"Oh," Joe whimpered as he covered his mouth as scared tears fell from his eyes.
Moving behind Joe again, Ming's hand returned to Joe's neck. Joe winced, closing his eyes as more tears poured from them.
"How does it feel," Ming asked. "Now that you can't hurt me?"
"I have never-"
"Shhhhhh," Ming said
Joe's mouth clamped shut.
With his nails digging into the side of Joe's neck, Ming asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Oh god," Joe pleaded.
"Tell the truth," Ming said.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Tell the fucking truth, Tong!" Ming commanded.
Crying, Joe said, "I am not Tong."
"Yes you are," Ming whispered as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the back of Joe’s shoulder. "You’ve buried yourself in my skin Tong, but tonight? You’re the one who’s going to bleed."
As Joe quivered beneath Ming’s mockingly soft touch, he realized that he should have known.
If the pretty boy that Joe had been thirsting after for weeks suddenly wanted to fuck Joe, he should have known.
That his luck had never been that good, to begin with.
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