Craving Take Me Fuck Me Love Me

Chapter 1 - A Craving Stirs

It had all started on his 20

th

birthday, Julian woke up and felt...different. The alarm clock blared at him as he sat up groggily, slapping the OFF button before standing to stretch.

Julian lumbered over to the closet to get dressed and glanced at himself in the mirror. As he examined himself in the soft morning light, a strange sense of vanity surfaced. His skin looked smoother, his cheekbones a bit sharper. His messy brown hair fell perfectly without effort, framing his face in a way that drew you to his eyes.

His eyes, usually soft and understated, glinted with a flicker of mischief, that hadn't been there before. His lips--full and slightly parted--looked inviting, almost seductive, and a strange confidence crept over him, as if seeing himself for the first time.

"You're beautiful",

whispered the voice in his mind, a quiet hum that reverberated in his head "

Why not show it?"

He ran his fingers down his chest, his slender frame had always felt awkward, too delicate. He had always wished he was more muscular like other guys, but today... today, he felt sweet, irresistible, like he was meant to be noticed.

"Pick something cute... something that shows a little more."

His hand reached into his closet, brushing past the bulky sweaters and baggy jeans he usually wore, and stopped at a short, fitted t-shirt he'd once bought on impulse but never actually worn.

He slipped it on, feeling the fabric cling to him, highlighting his narrow waist and drawing attention to his slight, lithe frame. The shirt barely skimmed his belt line, revealing a thin strip of his toned stomach.

An urge took hold of him as he reached for clothes that would accentuate... well, everything. He rifled through his closet, pulling out a pair of snug jeans he usually kept for parties. They hugged his hips and sat low, framing his ass and making it full and perky.

He turned in front of the mirror, admiring how the outfit made him look...

slutty.

It was a word he'd never associated with himself before, but somehow, he liked it. He felt cute, but in a daring way, like a signal echoed out from him for others to latch onto.

"Yes, That's better."

**

Julian stepped outside and made his way to the bus stop. The sun was barely up, casting long shadows onto the road while the soft glow of streetlights fell overtop him.

He could feel the chill of the morning air against the bare skin above his waistband, where his t-shirt just barely met his jeans. As he walked, he began to notice more than just the sounds of cars rushing past and the faint chatter of early commuters.

He could sense the attention drawn to him, subtle but undeniable.

A couple standing by a cafe, barely awake with coffee cups in hand, exchanged a look as Julian passed. The man's eyes drifted, lingering on Julian's silhouette, while the woman whispered something that made them both smirk.

At the bus stop, he joined a small cluster of people waiting silently in drab spring jackets and faded clothes. As he approached, he could feel eyes moving over him, some quick and bashful, others more blatant. A pair of college-aged girls whispered, nudging each other, one of them raising an eyebrow as her gaze swept over him. Further down the stop, a man in a crisp suit looked over his shoulder, his gaze flickering from Julian's face down to the curve of his hips and back up again, his jaw tightening subtly as he adjusted his collar and shifted uncomfortably.

"They're noticing you,

" the voice purred, curling around his thoughts.

"Isn't it thrilling, to be seen?"

As the bus pulled to a halt with a hiss of brakes, Julian stepped into the cramped interior, the noise of chattering commuters filled the space, mingling with the screech of metal against metal as the doors swung shut behind him.

Julian made his way further down the aisle, brushing against a couple of passengers who grumbled under their breath as he squeezed past. As Julian settled into a spot near the back of the crowded bus, he became acutely aware of the bodies surrounding him. The bus jolted forward, staggering the people around, Julian included. As he found his balance, he felt the presence of someone behind him.

Just as he was about to dismiss it he felt them press against his hips, glancing over his shoulder he noted the suited man from earlier standing there, tall and broad-shouldered.

The bus swayed again, and he found himself inadvertently leaning back, giving the man an opportunity to press closer. It was a small movement, almost instinctual, and the man stepped closer in response.

With each bump of the bus, the stranger's body shifted slightly, brushing against Julian's lower back and sending shivers down his spine. It was subtle--almost innocent--but deliberate.

"You want this, Let him feel you."

Around them, the bus was filled with commuters, mostly wrapped up in their own worlds. However, he caught glimpses of curious eyes from a few passengers, noting how he allowed the man to rub against him gently. He felt exposed, a chill raced through him at being the center of attention, yet he didn't want to pull away.

They continued like that for a while until the bus began to slow and a familiar stop approached, the announcement echoing through the cramped interior. The bus lurched to a halt, jolting him back to reality. He could feel the man's body retreat slightly, as if reluctant to break their moment of contact.

Julian turned his head, catching a glimpse of the stranger's face--sharp features, dark eyes. It was a fleeting moment, but one that would replay throughout the day. The energy between them sparked one last time, and Julian felt a pang of regret as he stepped away.

Pushing through the crowd, Julian exited the bus, the brisk morning air hitting him like a wave. The sun had risen higher, illuminating the street with a brightness so different from the bus he had just left behind. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, the hum he had felt all morning buzzing through his veins.

"Did you see how they looked at you? You were their center of attention. You need more of that."

Julian shook his head as he walked towards his destination, the hardware store where he worked part-time. Despite the chill in the air, he felt a warmth radiating from within, a new kind of confidence that bubbled just under the surface.

The attention followed him like a shadow, shades of curiosity and desire from each person he passed. As he stepped into the hardware store, the scent of fresh paint and wood shavings greeted him, but it felt different today. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to flicker with a new intensity, illuminating the space and highlighting him.

Behind the counter, his coworker, Marcus, glanced up from his phone, eyebrows raising slightly as Julian walked in. "Damn, looking good today, man," Marcus said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. Julian felt a flush creep up his neck, but he held his head high, taking the compliment in stride.

"Thanks," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him. He wandered deeper into the store, running his fingers over the various tools and gadgets, but his mind drifted back to the bus, to the man who had pressed against him, and the growing bulge in his pants at the memory.

Throughout the morning, the store bustled with customers, and Julian became hyper-aware of the continued glances thrown his way. It made him feel both wanted and vulnerable - what was happening today?

In the aisle dedicated to gardening supplies, a customer--a middle-aged man with rough hands and a weathered face--browsed for potting soil. As Julian passed by, their eyes locked for a heartbeat. The man's gaze flicked down, taking in Julian's fitted shirt and the way his jeans hugged his form. There was something predatory in the way he looked at Julian, a flicker of desire that made Julian's stomach twist.

"Can I help you with anything?" Julian asked, forcing a smile that felt both genuine and hollow.

"Nah, just admiring the view," the man replied, a smirk spreading across his face. Julian's heart raced, caught off guard and unsure how to reply. "You should dress like that more often."

Julian nodded nervously, swallowing hard as the man turned back to the shelves, but the comment lingered in the air, heavy and charged. Who just says that? What's wrong with him?

"They all want you. Don't hide it. Let them see."

By noon, the store was quieter, allowing Julian a moment of respite. He slipped into the break room, the stale air hanging in the room as usual. He leaned against the counter, taking a moment to breathe. The thrill of the morning was still fresh, but now it felt tinged with something darker--an insatiable craving for more.

He pulled out his phone, glancing at his reflection in the screen. The screen reflected a glint in Julian's eyes, one he didn't recognize--a smirk danced on his lips that felt foreign yet intoxicating. It wasn't just him looking back; it was something else, something that thrived on the attention, the looks and the touches.

He stared at his reflection, the confidence flickering like the overhead lights. There was an allure in the way he carried himself now, yet something gnawed at him beneath the surface. The hum of attraction continued, but alongside it, an inkling of guilt whispered in his mind.

"Why hide? They want you, and you want to be wanted."

With a reluctant sigh, Julian pushed off the counter and headed back to the store floor. "I have to be imagining this right?" he thought to himself as he navigated through the aisles. his mind was already drifting away from the store and back toward the memory of the man on the bus, the thrill of their covert dance and of being desired.

As Julian reorganized a shelf of power drills, he felt someone near to his shoulder. Turning, he found Marcus leaning against the counter with an amused smile.

"Man, you're really working that look today," Marcus teased, his eyes lingering on Julian's outfit before looking back up at him. "New shirt? Or maybe you're just trying to impress someone."

Julian felt a rush of warmth creep up his neck, both flattered and slightly flustered. "Just felt like switching things up."

"Switching things up, huh? Well, whatever you're doing, it's working. A couple of guys were definitely giving you a second look earlier," Marcus said, his smirk deepening. "Maybe I was too."

Julian chuckled, watching as Marcus's gaze lingered on his body, sparking something new inside him. Marcus had always been friendly, but today, his looks carried a weight Julian couldn't ignore. Marcus's easy confidence and casual charm contrasted sharply with the rollercoaster energy he was used to with Alex.

Alex was sweet and earnest, but his temperamental side kept Julian on his toes, making their relationship as unpredictable as it was comforting. "Well," Julian replied, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Good to know the new look's not going to waste."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with amusement, a subtle challenge. "Not wasted at all. Kind of hard to miss, actually." He leaned in, just close enough that Julian caught a hint of his cologne, something spicy and warm. "Maybe you're braver than you look, Julian. Didn't think you'd have it in you to rock something that, uh... fitted."

The compliment, veiled as it was, struck a chord. Julian had always been the quiet one, shy and avoidant of any attention. But today, he felt different--more confident, reckless.

Still, beneath the thrill, the guilt continued to creep in. His mind drifted to Alex--the warmth of his boyfriend's smile, earnest and real, unpredictable, a spark that could shift in a heartbeat.

Alex had always seen him, loved him for who he was beyond appearances, despite their constant balancing act. But here, basking in Marcus's bold attention, Julian couldn't ignore the pull. He loved Alex, he reminded himself, but Marcus's gaze stirred something sharp and risky in his gut.

He felt himself fidget in Marcus's presence, trying to keep his composure. "Guess I'm full of surprises," he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

Marcus laughed, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver through Julian. "Good. I like a surprise." He straightened up, his smile turning softer. "Anyway, keep that confidence, yeah? Looks good on you." With a final lingering look Marcus headed back to the register, leaving Julian with his heart pounding.

As he watched Marcus walk away, Julian took a steadying breath. The interaction had left him a little lightheaded. But he reminded himself it was harmless--just a passing thrill. He wasn't crossing any lines. Besides, Alex was the one he wanted to go home to, the one he trusted.

Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

As he finished up his shift and the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the store's front windows, Julian's thoughts turned to Alex.

They'd been together for a while now, and while their relationship had its comforts, he couldn't help but wonder how Alex would react to this new side of him.

Chapter 2 - Lust's Second Face

As Julian clocked out of the hardware store, the excitement of the evening ahead surged through him. It was his birthday, and Alex and his friends had planned a night out at the club to celebrate. He glanced at his phone, the screen lighting up with messages from Alex, filled with playful emojis and enthusiastic reminders to "get ready to party!"

The warmth of the evening air caressed Julian as he stepped outside, he could feel the anticipation building, mingling with the remnants of whatever feeling had overcome him all day. Regardless, tonight was about him.

As he approached the bar where they had agreed to meet, the lively sounds of music and laughter spilled out onto the sidewalk. Julian entered, scanning the crowd until he spotted Alex at a corner table, his head thrown back in laughter, a drink in hand. He was already a little worse for wear, his cheeks flushed and his movements exaggerated.

"Julian! You made it!" Alex shouted, slamming his glass down on the table, causing some of the drink to splash over the rim. "Look at you, birthday boy! You're a fucking vision!" He stood, wobbling slightly, before wrapping Julian in a tight embrace and kissing his cheek, smelling of whiskey and joy.

Alex was a wiry guy with a contagious smile that lit up his face, especially when he was a few drinks in. There was an easy warmth about him--his skin tanned from a love of the outdoors, and his cheeks flushed easily, whether from excitement or his temper. Tonight, he was dressed in his usual casual style: a fitted black shirt that highlighted his lean muscles and athletic frame with jeans that rested comfortably on his hips.

"Thanks, Alex," Julian laughed, feeling a warmth spread through him at the affectionate welcome. "You've had a few already, haven't you?"

"Just a couple!" Alex grinned, his dark curls bouncing with his enthusiasm. "You know I had to get myself into the right headspace to celebrate my man!" He gestured grandly, nearly knocking over the half-empty bottle of rum in front of him.

Julian's laughter faded slightly as he watched Alex, a pang of concern hitting him. The confidence he'd felt earlier tinged with a growing apprehension. He loved Alex's carefree spirit, but throw in alcohol and he knew his boyfriend's tendency to become careless.

"Let's get you some water first," Julian suggested, steering them toward the bar as Alex leaned heavily against him.

"Don't baby me, Jules," Alex slurred playfully, attempting to sound stern but failing miserably. "I'm fine. I'm ready to dance! It's your night, and we're going to make it legendary!"

Julian ordered a drink which Alex added a shot to for himself, downing it with a reckless abandon that made Julian wince. "You sure you can handle this?" he asked, trying to inject some caution into the celebratory mood.

"Handle it? I'm going to own it!" Alex proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he pulled Julian toward the dance floor. The pulsing beats thumped around them, wrapping them in a haze of lights and sound.

As they danced around the floor together, Julian felt exhilarated and wary. He couldn't deny the energy of the club was intoxicating, but he also felt a familiar tug of that inner voice urging him to be seen and desired. The energy of the crowd was electric, and as Alex swayed, oblivious to his surroundings, Julian caught the gaze of several onlookers.

"See? This is what I'm talking about!" Alex shouted over the music, his arms swinging as he danced. "Everyone is here to celebrate you, baby! You're the star tonight!"

Julian couldn't help but smile, though he felt a knot of anxiety twist in his stomach. The glances from strangers looking him up and down continued to pour in. "

Yes, they see you,

the Lust purred, "

They can't look away. Why should they?"

He wanted to soak in the attention, but he also wanted to keep Alex from going too far.

"Let's take a break!" Julian shouted, grabbing Alex's arm and pulling him toward a quieter corner of the club. They leaned against a wall, the noise a muffled thrum in the background.

"Why? You're not having fun?" Alex asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I am! I just... I want to make sure you're okay. You've had a lot to drink," Julian replied, concern creeping into his voice.

"I'm fine!" Alex insisted, swaying slightly on his feet. "I just want you to enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Just--" He paused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know, anything you want tonight - it's yours. Just say the word!"

Julian's heart raced at Alex's drunken bravado, and the Lust swelled with satisfaction. "

He's handing himself to you",

it murmured, coiling around Julian's thoughts, its influence intensifying with every beat of the music.

"

And everyone else? They're waiting for the slightest invitation".

The Lust urged him to lean in, to push boundaries, to bask in the warmth of Alex's devotion while letting the crowd simmer with longing.

In that moment, Julian felt the pull of a hundred strings of attention, the thrill of being wanted not just by Alex, but by the many strangers watching from afar. He could feel their eyes, hungry, as if sensing his hesitation. "

They want you even more when you hold back",

the Lust encouraged. Julian fought to keep his focus on Alex, his steady presence grounding him, but even that couldn't drown out the Lust's whispers.

"Okay, let's have some fun," Julian said, taking a deep breath, pushing away the doubts--at least for now. They'd been together long enough for Julian to know that Alex's love was unwavering. "

Tonight is yours",

the Lust assured him, satisfied. "

And they'll be watching every second."

Inside the club, the atmosphere was electric, a heady mix of pounding bass and vibrant lights that made the air shimmer. As they continued to dance in the crowd, Julian could feel the circles of strangers drawn to him, like a rope pulling them in.

It was intoxicating--handsome men leaning in, exchanging flirtatious glances, while women whispered and giggled as he passed. Each brush of a shoulder, each lingering look, ignited something primal in Julian. He felt wanted, desired, a feeling that mingled tantalizingly with the pulse of the music.

But as the night wore on, Julian became acutely aware of Alex's presence beside him. His boyfriend's grip tightened around Julian's waist, almost possessive, as they maneuvered through the throngs of partygoers. Alex's expression had shifted from playful to a mix of protectiveness and unease, his eyes darting toward anyone who dared to glance in Julian's direction.