Wilf made his way down the cold street. It was fairly chilly but the sky was blue. It was these days he liked the most. He threw his cigarette onto the road and turned of towards his house.
It was on Coventry Street and the only reason he had such a nice place in such a nice area of London was because he had received an inheritance from his rich grandfather that paid for it.
Wilf was sad because he had just broken up with his boyfriend. As he fumbled for the keys to his house he felt a tear run down his face. As he entered his house he knew he couldn't be upset about it, he had to move on and keep sailing through the wavey sea of life.
As soon as he put his keys down he decided he would go clubbing. He felt as though he could put himself back out there. Just really go for it. He wanted to get stone drunk.
After some supper he got changed in casual clothes and set out for Soho.
When he got to the club he got straight onto the dance floor and let every emotion go. Every little feeling of sadness, regret and anger just disappeared as he danced with proper feeling to the pounding beat.
Wilf new he was being watched. A strong arm wrapped around his stomach and turned him around and Wilf saw the sexiest face ever. Short jet black hair and chiseled features with slight stubble around his mouth and leading up to stubble sideburns.
They danced together for a minute taking each other in. Wilf thought the man, who was much taller than him, was going to snatch him up any second. But then, the larger man pulled Wilf into a long, firm kiss. It was a gay club so they didn't look out of place.
When they broke apart Wilf saw that the man's eyes were glowing amber. Wilf shook his head thinking he was just seeing something. But then when he looked back, the man had disappeared. Wilf was puzzled. He exited the dance floor and looked around.
He saw the man at the bar. He indicated for Wilf to come over. Wilf approached and the man ordered a shot of tequila for him.
"You won't have anything?" Wilf asked.
"No I'm fine." Said the man.
I was given the shot and i downed it. The man watched me hungrily.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked.
"Maybe I am." He said. "I'm Matt."
"Hello Matt. I'm Wilf." Wilf said.
Without another word Matt pulled Wilf into another kiss. Wilf's lips were crushed by Matt's large ones and he was crushed to Matt's wide, muscular body.
When they pulled apart, Matt asked if he would like to come back to his house.
Wilf accepted and they took a taxi to Knightsbridge. They got out in a very prestigious, well known, expensive street.
