I Promise
Lyn had no actual explanation as to how he had ended up in this situation. Brad had assured them that this part of the island was never visited by tourists, so it was okay for them to just swim in the nude. Like in their younger years, his best friend had no qualms about swinging his dick around like it was the most natural thing in the world. Their clothes had been left in a pile behind a rock, and Lyn hadn’t even been able to arrange his own neatly as he usually would. Brad had dragged him by one arm, his eyes glinting with mischief, never once acting like it was strange that they were all in their birthday suits.
“Have you learned how to swim?” Brad asked. “If you still don’t know how, I’ll hold you,” he promised.
Lyn could have lied. The temptation was unbearable, and his eyes stung as he tried his hardest not to steal glances at the others. But Alexander was there, and his eyes would bore holes through the poor schmuck who dared do the slightest unbecoming thing.
“I’m actually great at it now,” he replied.
Brad laughed, released his arm and ran toward the water, plunging in and giving Lyn a clear view of his ass as he dove into the waves. In so many ways, nothing had changed. Brad was still the same, flaunting his gorgeous body without caring what effect that would have on his friend’s tortured soul.
Speaking of torture and those keen on inflicting it, Alexander was slowly strolling toward the waves, showing no sign of embarrassment. But that was also the same as things had been in the past; Brad and Alexander felt great in their own skin. And they didn’t mind showing a lot of it. Although Alexander didn’t appear to share Brad’s penchant for a healthy dose of narcissism, he was still way too quick to shed his clothes whenever the occasion presented itself.
“When are you going to start running?” Alexander dared him, throwing a pointed look in Lyn’s direction.
“Why would I run?”
Alexander shrugged and turned his eyes away. Lyn stared at him, knowing that at least this asshole wouldn’t find it strange that he gawked like that. He took in the handsome profile, the aristocratic features balanced so well by that part of Alexander that had to be blamed on genes inherited from a long ago pirate or some other criminal. Especially his lips. Lyn suspected he was developing quite an unhealthy obsession with his friend’s mouth.
“You’re known to deny yourself possibility if you might make a mistake. Which means you’ll always lose.”
“Ha,” Lyn uttered, frowning at the direct insult. “You’re Mr. Perfect. You really can’t say that about me without sounding like a hypocrite.”
“You lose yourself in details instead of addressing the main problem.”
“Let me guess. You’re not going to tell me what the problem is.”
“Exactly.”
“Frustrating.” Lyn sighed for show and stretched his arms over his head to prepare himself for following Brad and Luke into the waves. The two truants were shouting and waving, but they were already too far away for their words to carry over the water in any intelligible form.
He caught Alexander staring. It was a strange look, a mix of longing and hunger that made Lyn’s skin bloom into goosebumps everywhere.
“What?” he asked in a thick voice he didn’t recognize as his. “You’ve seen it all already.”
Alexander smirked, not in the least ashamed about being caught. “So? Maybe I just can’t get enough.” As if to prove that he was only joking, he began marching toward the water, without paying Lyn any more attention.
Lyn lingered, his eyes following Alexander’s strong body as it disappeared into the waves, reappeared once more cutting through them with grace and force, two qualities that were so much him.
***
“I can go even farther than that,” Luke bragged as they all lay on the sand breathing hard after the exertions of their little friendly competition from earlier.
Lyn had given up first since he didn’t see how he could compete in speed and endurance with three guys who seemed to have been born for the wilderness, not the civilized side of their world. That hadn’t been difficult. It was worse now that they had to keep talking and laughing while pretending that they weren’t all naked as the day they were born.
He was the only one with dirty thoughts. Camaraderie of this sort didn’t have an under-layer of homoeroticism as some might think. As the only gay guy in the group, the naked bodies lying around tortured only him. To make sure that his body didn’t put on some shameful display, he sat with his knees raised, resting his arms on them, so that his mid-section remained obscured from view.
“When was the last time you won something?” Alexander’s question seemed blatantly an insult, but the demon would surely beg to differ if asked about it.
“I win a lot of things, lots of times,” Luke explained, jumping to his feet, making his cock bounce slightly.
Lyn had to hold his head at such a weird angle his neck was starting to hurt. Bella’s younger brother had to be endowed in that area, too. Lyn’s educated guess was that Luke was sporting a nice eight-incher, even if the organ in question wasn’t erect. His experience told him as much.
When fucking, he preferred guys with smaller cocks. But looking and admiring were in a different league. Only that he was supposed to do neither while praying that his own cock didn’t have a mind of its own and decided to come out and play.
Brad pushed himself up and came to stand next to Luke, throwing one arm around his future brother-in-law’s shoulders and laughing. Great, Lyn thought, as his throat became even drier than before, now he only had to throw a casual look and he’d have the image of two nicely tanned blond guys, standing so close their cocks were almost touching.
The situation was starting to become unbearable. But what could he do to extract himself from this situation? Nothing came to mind, which was strange because he usually never ran out of ideas to make his own life easier. Or at least more bearable.
“Alexander, stop teasing Luke,” Brad said. “He’s our youngest, but that’s no reason to be mean to him.”
“I am not teasing him,” Alexander said matter-of-factly. “It is only a question.”
“He’s diamond and has the third best KDA ratio on his server,” Lyn intervened.
The silence that fell for a few too many moments made Lyn want to bite his tongue. Brad stared at him like he had just grown another head, and Alexander’s quizzical stare made him feel like a schoolkid who just gave the wrong answer to the teacher’s question.
“You listened!” Luke boomed, breaking the awkwardness. “Fuck me sideways, you’re so cool, Lyn!”
Lyn offered Luke a lopsided grin. “Of course, I did. There’s nothing more fascinating than listening to someone talk about their passion.”
Luke snorted like a horse and imitated the sound of a show buzzer. “And you had to ruin it by saying boomer things.”
“I’m only four years older than you, punk,” Lyn scolded him, still smiling.
Luke’s grin told him that he was still the guy’s hero, at least for one more second or so.
“Are you fraternizing with the enemy?” Brad asked, pulling Luke down and forcing him into a headlock. “This guy and his partner crushed us yesterday. Are you forgetting that?”
It looked like Luke didn’t intend to let Brad get the upper hand, so their little roughhousing quickly turned into full-blown wrestling.
“I should be asking the same thing.”
Lyn yelped as Alexander’s voice came from so close the guy’s hot breath ruffled his hair. “How do you manage to sneak around so soundlessly, despite your insupportable height and mass?”
“Are you befriending Bradley’s future brother-in-law?” Alexander asked.
He was so close their knees almost touched. Lyn moved his leg slightly away. His eyes glided toward the scene in front of him. Brad was bent on burying Luke’s head in the sand, the expression on his face playful, yet determined. Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem ready to yield and was fiercely opposing being reduced to a sand ostrich.
“Bella asked me to give her brother some advice. I did nothing else but listen to the kid,” Lyn replied.
“The kid is only four years younger than you are,” Alexander said, turning his words against him, as usual.
Lyn rested his cheek against his linked forearms and stared at his roommate. “What’s gotten into you? Take a break from putting people in their places for once.”
Alexander seemed too pleased with Lyn’s direct accusation. “I can’t. It’s what I do.”
“I yield,” Luke shouted, making them both look at what was going on. “Dude, I almost pulled a muscle or something,” he reproached Brad as soon as he was allowed to get up. It looked like his earlier defeat meant nothing, because the next moment, he had a mischievous grin on his face. “How about we measure our dicks? I bet I have the biggest schlong.” He guffawed like he’d just had the funniest idea.
Alexander made a move to get up, making Lyn flinch and forcing him to act. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed at his old friend and quickly grabbed his wrist. The worn-out bracelet slid under his fingers.
A knowing smirk lighting up Alexander’s handsome face made him curse under his breath. Lyn pushed himself up and clapped loudly. “Come on, guys, we should head back. I bet Bella’s blowing up Brad’s phone right now. If we go back and say that we’re sorry for everything, we might have a chance of being forgiven.”
“Ah, damn, Lyn, you’re no fun,” Luke complained. “Is it because yours is small?” The punk even dared to look straight at Lyn’s crotch as he said that.
Lyn scoffed. “It’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use it.”
Luke grinned widely. “That’s what guys with small dicks always say to save face.”
Was this guy Alexander’s secret sibling? Because he was a little demon, too. A lesser demon, but still.
“Too bad I can’t show you what I can do with it,” he said, rising to the challenge. He gave Luke a suggestive once-over, the usual kryptonite he used when dealing with straight guys with loose mouths.
But Luke didn’t back off as expected. Such subtleties most likely went right over his head. He smiled at Lyn and even made a move to take a step toward him, as if he was open to the veiled invitation. Brad caught Luke’s arm, pulling him back, the same way Lyn had done with Alexander earlier.
“We really need to go back,” he said. “Just don’t abandon me when I face my lady’s wrath.”
Luke guffawed, instantly forgetting what he had been about to do.
“Lynton and I need to drop by our place to take a shower. Salt is bad for the hair,” Alexander said in the posh tone he used when he truly wanted to annoy the hell out of people.
“Since when do you care about that?” Brad asked, showing too many teeth when he smiled.
“Since Lynton explained to me the importance of having a beautiful, healthy mane,” Alexander replied in the same annoying voice while slowly moving his fingers through Lyn’s wet hair.
“Hey, cut it out,” Lyn protested and made an attempt to move away.
He should have known better. Alexander moved fast. Taking advantage of Lyn’s surprise, he executed a nimble dance move and wrapped his arm around Lyn’s waist.
“Let’s go,” he whispered.
“Don’t just decide things by yourself,” Lyn hissed back.
“Fat chance.” Alexander pulled him close, making their bodies touch in forbidden places. “Play nice unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you away.”
It occurred to Lyn only much later that Alexander had chosen to stand in front of him not to intimidate him, but to obscure the line of sight between him and the other two guys present.
***
Alexander’s hand pressed gently against the back of his head, moving lower, between his shoulder blades. Lyn groaned as the hot water pelted his head and shoulders, resting his palms against the wall. Normally, a position like that made him feel vulnerable, and he always faced his opponents head-on. The demon was, however, a different kind of opponent.
The weirdness of the afternoon hadn’t yet worn off. Lyn’s mind circled back to the recent events, summoning fragments of images. Even after all these years, his heart still throbbed when he looked at Brad. And, as always, his friend had remained his same oblivious self.
“How long are you going to pet my back like I’m a dog?” he asked in a rough voice. Now that he was inside, he could let go of all the inhibitions dictated by being in the company of others. Alexander didn’t count. He was, after all, the only one who saw Lyn as he was and never pulled his punches.
“What do you expect?” Alexander’s cock brushed Lyn’s ass occasionally, making him start. His entire body reacted even though he kept his back turned to his shower partner.
“Do I have to say it out loud? You’re the guy who wanted a fuck buddy.”
“I never said that.” Alexander’s hand dropped lower, resting against the small of Lyn’s back.
That was true, of course. Lyn had only assumed it to be true, and he should remind himself, over and over, that the slightest assumption about Alexander could easily be the wrong thing.
“Okay,” Lyn said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I’m hard. Jerk me off.”
No reply came, but Alexander now moved his hand between Lyn’s buttocks, his fingers slowly moving along the crack.
“Enlighten me how this works in your imagination,” Alexander said. Lyn pushed his ass back, allowing his friend to caress his skin lower. “You say you always top. Do you really imagine yourself fucking Bradley?”
Lyn set his jaw so hard he ran the risk of chipping a tooth. There had never been any doubt that Alexander knew about his crush, even in college. But never before had the demon used such crude words.
“No,” he eventually said. “This has nothing to do with him.”
“Liar,” Alexander shot back in the same steady, almost bored tone he sometimes used with Lyn.
“I’m a gay guy. I was just forced to spend hours in the company of attractive naked men.” Lyn pulled himself away from Alexander. “Forget it. If you have no intention of giving me a hand, piss off and let me finish my shower.”
He turned so he could push Alexander out if need be. It looked as if his nemesis didn’t intend to budge in the slightest. Lyn met the cold blue gaze, determined to fight.
The words that left the mouth he’d been so obsessed with lately left him speechless. “Blow me.”
Lyn made an attempt to talk but his eyes were locked on Alexander, and his cock twitched at the command like a trained dog.
Alexander placed his hands on Lyn’s shoulders, applying pressure. “On your knees. You still owe me if I recall correctly.”
He did. Lyn kept score, and as far as sexual favors went, he did owe Alexander. It was easy to go with it, but he struggled with his decision. The part of his brain that wasn’t foggy with desire told him that he should resist this.
No, he’d do it, for several reasons. One was that he wanted it; fuck, he wanted it so badly his mouth was watering. Two – Alexander was right. Their relationship, this weird version of it, was all about tit for tat. Three – after the lewdness-laden afternoon, he needed to go all in.
He knelt of his own accord. He pressed his face against Alexander’s cock and ran one hand through the guy’s wiry bush. The demon better be prepared. Lyn would blow his mind while taking care of his own business because this was too much.
“Look at me,” Alexander ordered.
Lyn looked up. He grinned and played with Alexander’s cock, rubbing it against his cheek. “You’re kinky for a straight guy. Do you really want us to keep eye contact while I blow you? You won’t be able to fantasize about someone else. A woman, for instance.”
Alexander’s sardonic smirk sent a chill down his spine, and it wasn’t all unpleasant. In the presence of his old friend, Lyn seemed to be developing a penchant for punishment.
“It is you who isn’t allowed to fantasize about someone else,” the demon said. “Keep those eyes on me until I blow my load. It is the least you can do for me after what you did this afternoon.”
“What did I do?” Lyn asked, not really expecting an answer.
“You,” Alexander said while placing a warm hand behind Lyn’s head, “shamelessly salivated over Bradley and his future brother-in-law. And they also saw you naked, which I told you I wouldn’t be okay with.”
“I didn’t salivate over anyone,” Lyn protested meekly.
“I won’t give you sexual satisfaction while you’re getting hard because of someone else,” Alexander explained, ignoring his protests. “So keep both hands on me and show me how good you are at being gay.”
The insults were piling up on top of each other. Lyn knew it was his choice; he could get up, walk out and never think of doing anything remotely sexual with his friend ever again. Yet, the promise of orgasm denial intensified his need in the most delicious ways.
“I can do that,” he said with a shrug. “Stop being so insecure, you freaking devil. Your cock’s too big to feel like you’re coming in second when you have someone getting on their knees for you.”
“Promise you won’t think of anyone else while you suck my cock,” Alexander ordered again.
“I promise.” Lyn presented his pinky with a big smirk on his face.
Alexander hooked his through Lyn’s finger, squeezing tightly.
Lyn chuckled. “You are so funny sometimes.”
He gripped Alexander’s monster cock with both hands and stuck his tongue out. It was true; as he began tasting the engorged head, all thoughts of other guys were gone from his mind. He liked this. Damn, he liked it more than any of the other times when he had sucked a guy’s dick. Was it the size? But his throat kind of hurt as he tried to accommodate more and more of Alexander’s pride and glory.
Yeah, he liked even that sensation. Alexander was making him work for it, and Lyn liked it when he had to work for things. Or sensations. Or any sort of accomplishment in his life. That made the two of them compatible.
Lyn wrapped one hand around Alexander’s wrist, feeling the old friendship bracelet again. He didn’t need many words or any at all to explain how he wanted it. As he arranged Alexander’s hand on his head, he started going hard at it.
And Alexander helped him get the most out of his skilled blowjob by pressing on his head to bring him closer and make him take it deeper until his eyes rolled back in his head from pleasure.
He could definitely take it deeper than this. It was no longer a matter of ambition or his reputation being at stake. It was a matter of making Alexander come so undone that this experience would be so memorable it would turn into something he’d never forget.
Too bad he couldn’t swallow Alexander’s load. What his friend had said before now made sense. Lyn felt an ache for something he wanted so damn much growing inside him. It was strange because this wasn’t a normal need for him.
Was it just sex? Or something more?
Alexander pulled his cock out and pushed Lyn away. He closed his eyes just in time as the fresh cum hit his face. He raised his hands and began rubbing it into his skin while Alexander was still shooting. His cock was still hard and throbbing between his legs, yet his satisfaction only soared higher.
And higher. Beyond whatever he usually experienced while being with a lover or a fuck buddy. Nothing compared to this. It was special because it was unique, just like the man releasing his load on his face.
TBC
Author's note: Thank you for reading! And thank you for leaving comments on my last Liar vs. Liar - and final Sunny Hill episode :) That was a really good ride.
@Derek - the story is called the way it is for a reason... so this might not be the last time you think that of Lyn, I'm sure. But eventually... there will be an alignment. It won't happen without pain, though.
@DavidB - Brad is and will remain the biggest mystery... he's more than meets the eye!
@Buchanan - thank you, and I hope you'll continue to enjoy it!
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