The Fourth Musketeer
The first thing that registered with Lyn was how much light the windows let in. The second was the realization that he must have overslept for the first time in forever. He winced as he got out of bed, his bladder reminding him – as if there was any need for that reminder – that he was way past his usual wakeup hour.
He had missed his morning run, too. Was Alexander’s mouth magical or something? Why had he slept so well, especially when he wasn’t even in his own bed at home? Lyn hurried to the bathroom and realized only at the last moment that he was about to make the same mistake Alexander had made yesterday.
The bathroom door opened abruptly.
“Morning,” Lyn mumbled and moved around Alexander to get inside.
Damn, he shouldn’t have hurried like he had. It made him look like he was hiding something. Hopefully, Alexander would pretend that last night hadn’t happened.
“I chose the blue toothbrush, but the pink one is all yours,” Alexander said in his usual cocksure tone.
“I packed my own,” Lyn groaned and flipped the bird at his friend, slash roommate, slash incredibly skilled blowjob provider. No, no, he needed to grab his mind with both hands and pull it out of that particular gutter.
***
He felt calmer as he emerged from the bathroom, perfectly groomed and in charge of himself. Alexander sat on the bed, flipping through a colorful booklet. Somehow, the scene before him seemed domestic and unusual. Alexander on vacation seemed to be a different animal.
“Do you plan on going sightseeing?” he asked.
Alexander dropped the booklet and sprang to his feet. Lyn didn’t have time to react, as Alexander grabbed him by the shoulders and went for a kiss. He dodged to the left, but Alexander seemed incapable of taking a hint. Their dodging game spun Lyn into an awkward pirouette and he fell on Alexander’s bed.
“For real,” he groaned as Alexander climbed on top of him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing you,” Alexander said promptly. “It’s the most natural morning greeting for us after last night.”
Oh, damn. Why had he hoped Alexander would drop the matter and pretend nothing had happened? Because he was, obviously, a fool.
“Last night--” he started, taking a deep breath to give himself the courage necessary to face the situation head-on.
Alexander stopped him by kissing him. Lyn angled his head to receive his old friend’s tongue, too tempted to resist. Would it be so bad to have someone to get his rocks off with throughout this painful reunion? After all, Brad was off-limits, and ten days without any sexual activity—
“See?” Alexander grinned as he released him. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
“You’re talking like you just gave me a flu shot.”
Alexander dropped his eyelids lower. Lyn felt his chest flutter at the sight in front of him. He had always thought of Alexander as handsome, but not this style of handsome. His college fantasies involving hot guys had the cold dimension of thoughts that would never come to pass. Even while fantasizing about Brad, he chose to keep a mental distance, as if he were looking at an erotic scene through a peephole. It was safer to do so.
“How about a morning quickie?” Alexander asked directly, leaning forward. “And stop thinking about Brad, while you’re poking my ass with your cock.”
“I’m not--” Lyn started protesting, but there was no use. Alexander turned around and grabbed his balls through his underwear.
“You are,” Alexander said matter-of-factly.
“Do I seem easy to you or what?” Lyn asked, betting on his irritation to be more rational than his growing arousal.
“Hopefully, yes.”
Lyn sighed, shaking his head. “Okay, come here. Let’s see if your big cock behaves better than its master.”
Alexander watched him with unconcealed curiosity as Lyn pushed him down on his back and tapped his thighs to spread open. The loose linen pants were the kind to wear outdoors, but it wasn’t Lyn’s fault that Alexander was always half-way dressed, half-way undressed.
He pulled the pants down. His eyes grew wide at the sight before him. “Is the word ‘underwear’ not in your vocabulary?”
“We’re inside, and it’s only us. Also, I like the freedom,” Alexander explained. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the way Lyn was handling his cock.
“Look, I’m not doing you any favors, okay? With me, it’s always tit for tat. You sucked me off last night, so that’s why I’m doing this.”
It wasn’t entirely true. Now that he saw Alexander’s monster cock – Brad and his stupid ideas – in broad daylight, he was getting a little peckish. He had to taste that. Since he was so good at fucking, his twink fuck buddies usually demanded to be nailed properly, so his oral skills weren’t on par with what he could do while topping.
Since Alexander had nothing to compare with except the women in his life, Lyn hoped to deliver what would be perceived as a stellar performance.
“Is this your first time?” he asked, just to check.
“The first time having you between my legs like this, yes. Nothing tops the real thing.”
Lyn stopped and pondered Alexander’s words. He was a damn cheeky bastard.
“Has another dude ever sucked your cock?” he said with pedantry. Establishing facts was his forte.
“No,” Alexander replied. “Are you really going to give me head?”
This version of Alexander was definitely looser compared to the stiff and unyielding guy he had been in college. He even used normal words like normal people.
Lyn wasn’t beyond teasing his old pal. “I will do that, but first, I must check. Are you sure you don’t want to give me the down low on the benefits provided by oral sex from a medical perspective?”
“I would, but we need to be done in half an hour or so.”
“Why?”
“We’ll miss breakfast otherwise.”
Lyn shrugged. Alexander, as always, was practical. Thinking this was more than a bit of naughty fun between friends would be ludicrous. He wrapped one hand around Alexander’s shaft and examined the nice head with knowing eyes. Yep, that was definitely one good looking cock and Alexander had every reason to be proud of it.
“Aren’t you going to put it in your mouth?” Alexander’s voice was deep and soft. It made Lyn feel a slight shudder run down his spine.
He stole a look at his roommate. Alexander was naked from the waist up, so his gorgeous chest was on full display. He had his arms under his head, so it was quite a nice view. Taken together with that face that had to belong to a ruffian, Alexander looked like temptation incarnate.
The best way to deal with temptation was to give in to it. In Lyn’s experience, it was better to do that than succumb to fruitless longing. Unfortunately for him, he was an expert in the latter, also.
“Do you like what you see?” Alexander teased him, his lips curling into a knowing smile.
“You have no shame, you narcissistic fuck,” Lyn scolded him. “You’ve really turned into a handsome fucker, not gonna lie.”
“So, I wasn’t handsome in college?” Alexander searched his face with the same gaze that seemed to go deep in search of answers.
“You were, but not like this.”
“Praise me more,” Alexander suggested. His eyes glinted with desire. Lyn wasn’t sure he wasn’t hallucinating. There was too much hunger there to be real.
“Later, you dog. We’re on the clock now, right?”
He had to keep it light, so they would take it easy. Without any further notice, he pushed half of Alexander’s beautiful cock into his mouth. It was his way to exact revenge for last night.
“Fuck,” Alexander whispered.
Lyn looked up for a moment. Yes, winning was the best sensation someone would get to experience in life. And he was great at that.
“You are, indeed, very good at this,” Alexander praised him, using too many words.
Lyn didn’t need them; the only confirmation required was the stiff cock in his mouth. That reminded him that Alexander had been up and ready even before Lyn had mentioned returning the favor from last night. Was a kiss enough to get the well-known cold fish hot and bothered? It had been one hell of a kiss, Lyn was willing to admit, but they were grownups now, not young men with too much pent-up energy and no outlet for release.
Alexander placed one hand on his head. Lyn frowned slightly. Whenever he was engaged in sex, he preferred to remain in control. Deepthroating Alexander would be a challenge, since Lyn’s usual fuck buddies weren’t this well-endowed, so having the demon pushing him down to take it all wasn’t something he had even considered.
He grabbed Alexander’s wrist and felt the worn-out leather band. He’d ask about it later. Right now, he needed to hold Alexander’s hand by his side and continue his task.
“I won’t mess up your hair, I promise,” Alexander said, using his other hand to touch Lyn’s head.
They would have to play like this. Lyn held both Alexander’s hands down and used only his mouth to suck off the asshole.
It looked like the guy on the receiving end didn’t mind being dominated. Alexander was surprisingly compliant, making Lyn wonder and long to know how he would behave in other circumstances. It was crazy to consider fantasizing about making the man submit while he was the one giving head.
But it excited him in ways he didn’t usually entertain. Alexander’s cock was now gliding in and out of his mouth effortlessly as Lyn fell into a rhythm. Why didn’t he suck cock more often? While there was no shortage of anal fucking in his life – with him on top – right now he definitely felt like he was missing this.
And Alexander’s cock fit just right. It filled his mouth so well and it tasted great. Alexander was clearly not a fan of ironed shirts, but he was perfectly groomed down here. His bush was wiry, but trimmed, quite fashionably so, making Lyn wonder if that was how Alexander’s women liked him.
Too bad for them that Alexander seemed to prefer someone else handling his cock. Damn, he was petty, but that was no surprise. Petty had been his middle name for as long as he could remember.
His jaw hurt a little from the effort, but he didn’t mind a bit of pain. He needed to prove himself, as he began applying extra pressure, pulling out almost completely, only to dive down again and enjoy the sounds Alexander made with each of Lyn’s actions.
Alexander had surprised him last night by using his tongue. Lyn knew a thing or two about that, too. He wrapped his repeatedly around the delicious head, enjoying the way it twitched in his mouth.
“Can I do it on your face?” Alexander asked urgently.
And to think the night before, Lyn had been such a gentleman. But there was too much pleasure to be had from witnessing this notoriously cool guy coming undone, so he agreed with a quick nod. He let go of Alexander’s hands to grab the guy’s awesome cock again.
Too bad he’d have to keep his eyes closed. At least, he wasn’t letting Alexander have his way completely. He still remained in charge.
As the hot drops of cum hit his face, he understood Alexander’s desire from last night. He, too, for a moment, and not another more, felt a sudden desire to taste the precious genetic material Alexander was thus wasting on his face.
“Wow,” Alexander breathed out. “I knew you’d look good like this, but just wow.”
“Give me something to wipe it off, you ass,” Lyn said, groping one hand blindly in front of himself. “What’s this?” he asked as he felt the silky material between his fingers as Alexander handed him something. “I hope it’s not your shirt. Give me a tissue, dammit.”
Pretending to be irritated worked well enough to hide his real state of mind. Alexander kept saying weird things, as if he’d thought of all of this before. Since when?
He wouldn’t ask, though. As far as he knew, Alexander was just using him to get his rocks off while getting over his divorce. Lyn had no idea what divorced straight guys did to move on; apparently, the only one he knew didn’t mind engaging in pretty gay stuff.
“I’ll go wash,” he said abruptly. His cock hurt, and he needed to teach his little friend a lesson.
“Okay,” Alexander said. “But I have to say it again. You really look good like this.”
“And I have to remind you that nothing you say will rattle my cage. I know you too well.”
Alexander’s low and sexy chuckle followed him. It was as if more than just the guy’s jizz lingered on him. Lyn liked the smell of Alexander’s skin. With so much friction going on between them, they were bound to end up smelling like each other. The thought gave his aching cock another reason to weep in despair, but he had no time for it.
Yeah, he thought, friction was all there was to it. They weren’t strangers to that, in the sense that their friendship had been far from frictionless, the way his had been with Brad. Lyn had to laugh at himself and the bad puns he was making up on the go.
***
Luke was definitely not a pimpled kid in a striped shirt. Lyn wished he could hate the guy, but that bright-as-the-sun smile and carefree attitude were enough to remind him of Brad as his friend had been in college. Anyone who looked at the two future brothers-in-law would think they were actually siblings, they seemed that much alike.
Brad had invited them to meet their D’Artagnan, and now Lyn couldn’t help staring. The perfect tanned shoulders indicated that Luke spent hours outdoors, not cooped up inside in front of a screen as his sister’s annoyed remark from the night before had hinted at. His messy hair fell in his eyes often, Luke seemed to have given up on brushing it away and just stared through the straw-blond curls like a golden retriever puppy still unused to his ever-growing shaggy fur.
He was as tall as Brad, and their bodies matched, too. Lyn felt the same twinge of envy he had used to experience in college when studying took precedence before anything else so he couldn’t exercise to put on muscles. Even now, he was still too much on the lean side to compare to these guys.
“So,” Luke said with a grin that said everything people needed to know about how easy life was for him, while brushing one hand over his perfect six-pack, “are we doing this or what?”
Brad had challenged Lyn and Alexander to a match of beach volleyball, while informing them that he was going to team up with Luke. And now, the two teams were facing each other, like warriors ready for battle.
“Since you’re the guests, we’re going to let you have the first serve,” Brad said, leisurely hooking one arm around Luke’s shoulder. The golden retriever puppy looked at his future brother-in-law like Brad had to be the absolute shit in the universe.
“A coin toss would be just,” Alexander suggested courteously. “After all, we’re obviously better than you are.”
Lyn pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He had to remind himself that Alexander’s politeness usually had to be followed by an insult. He took the ball from Brad and threw it into the air a couple of times.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to rile you up so you end up making mistakes.”
“Really?” Luke asked, his grin wide and guileless.
The guy wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. According to Brad’s short introduction, Luke had finished college about four years ago and had taken just as many sabbaticals to figure out what he wanted to do next. It seemed to Lyn that Brad’s future brother-in-law intended to take his time before beginning whatever that turned out to be. After all, mom and dad were loaded. No pressure there.
Damn, he needed to control his pettiness. So what if he’d had it tough in life? He was here, sharing the same space as these guys and more importantly he had earned it – where others had been lifted up to get there, he had climbed, clawing his way up with everything he had.
“We will destroy you,” Alexander said in the same tone, with a deadly smile plastered on his face. If sharks smiled, the posh jerk must have taken lessons from them.
“Wow, I like this guy!” Luke exclaimed and guffawed, pointing shamelessly at Alexander’s chest.
If that had been sarcasm, it would’ve been just. But Lyn knew that Luke, not very dissimilar to Brad, felt drawn to Alexander’s nasty personality for reasons unfathomable to the logical mind.
He placed both hands on the ball and planted his feet firmly in the sand. With keen eyes, he examined his opponents waiting for his move on the other side of the net. Brad was staring at him, the same waiting quality in them that Lyn had noticed during their short walk on the beach. Luke looked at him, too, but he was like a playful dog barely restraining his eagerness to become involved in the game.
Brute strength had never been his forte. Lyn believed in precision above all else; his arm moved smoothly as he threw the ball in the air. His serve was perfect, diving low to the net, and at an angle, forcing both Brad and Luke to scramble after it.
***
“Rematch,” Luke grunted, but he looked like he was running out of breath. His perfect sun-kissed skin was glistening with sweat now, and he looked worse for wear. Still insanely attractive, Lyn thought. He had two working eyes, so he could look, right?
“Are you sure?” Alexander teased Luke mercilessly. “As they say, it’s your funeral.”
The playful banter across the net had turned into a fierce and silent battle of wills over the course of several rematches. Lyn wasn’t keen on admitting it, but he and Alexander made a perfect team. They both preferred clean strikes, and they were equally adept at exploiting their opponents’ weaknesses at every opportunity that presented itself. In contrast, their adversaries had too much eager energy and no plan at all.
Luke groaned as he dove after Lyn’s next strike.
Alexander moved behind Lyn and gave him a friendly pat on the ass. “Good job, partner.”
Lyn grinned and pinched Alexander’s butt as his teammate took his position. “Yeah, you, too.”
“Since when are you two butt-fucking friends?”
Brad’s venomous jibe took Lyn by surprise. He felt the blood draining from his face, an irrational panic taking over for a moment.
Alexander pulled him out of it by throwing an arm over his shoulders. “Since you put us in the same room,” he drawled. “What? Jealous?”
Brad sneered. “Yeah, in your dreams, you fuckers.” He shook his head. “It’s beach volleyball, for fuck’s sake, not a chess tournament.” His usual carefree grin returned. “Okay, since we lost, we’re going to buy the drinks. See you in an hour or so, ‘cause Luke and I need a break from you two fiends.”
Lyn followed Brad with his eyes. Why had Brad reacted like that? Because he’d lost? It was true that Alexander’s prediction from the start had come to pass, but they were all competitive and—
“Nice playing against you,” Luke said and took Lyn’s hand to shake it. He did so enthusiastically, making Lyn wonder just how much energy he still had left. “But we’re going to beat your ass at drinking. There’s no one like us.”
“I’m sure you will,” Lyn offered with a polite smile. Luke was too close, his body smelling of sweat and sexy guy. Lyn really, really needed to struggle not to hate him.
Alexander wrapped one arm around Lyn’s chest, pulling him away from Luke. “We will let you have that,” he said, never missing a chance to rub something in his opponent’s face.
Even though Brad seemed to be over it now, Lyn felt like he and Alexander had behaved like assholes, wrecking their opponents so ruthlessly. He struggled out of Alexander’s hold and opened his arms wide as he walked to Brad.
“We’re two single dudes with no love life, while you’re getting married to an awesome girl,” he joked. “Let us have this win at least, you lucky fucker.”
Brad’s face lit up with good humor. “Okay, fair. Come here, asshole.”
He had hugged Brad before, countless times. But right now, it felt as if Brad was snuggling against him too tightly. And, when he finally let go, there was the shadow of a peculiar move, as if he was just about to give Lyn’s ass a squeeze before thinking better of it and giving up.
TBC
Author's note: Thanks for reading!
@Derek - Liking Alexander is easy, indeed.... And Lyn might not escape this time around, just saying. Happy you found the other story :)
@DavidB - well... he's definitely caught up in his own head and doesn't want to get out of there.
@Buchanan - thank you! I hope you will continue to enjoy it!
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