Secrets Between Us
Alexander pulled him up and pressed him against the wall, kissing him hard. Lyn moved like it had all been choreographed by a skilled dancer for him to follow along. He hooked his arms around Alexander’s neck and pulled himself up, wrapping his legs around the strong body dominating his. The way his cock was twitching like mad only confirmed the impossible sexual attraction he felt toward his old friend from college.
Damn, Alexander could kiss. He was so good at it he must have had a lot of practice. Lyn punished his partner for all his former lovers by pulling him by the hair so that their heads angled perfectly for them to get as much tongue and lips and kissing from each other as possible. An incredible force was moving between them as they kissed like it was the end of the world.
They were both breathing hard, moaning and grunting while they went at it as if it could never be enough. Sex wasn’t like this – not the sort of sex Lyn usually had. Sex was like a tide, growing and crashing against the shore – this was a tsunami, engulfing everything in its path.
The time for overthinking was past. Lyn knew he could abandon himself with Alexander, to Alexander, because his friend had always been a solid presence, someone who understood him even better than he understood himself at times. And now, he naturally knew what Lyn needed to come undone completely.
Lyn was well aware he didn’t have to ask for anything. If Alexander planned to put him on all fours and wreck his ass, he’d be okay with it. If Alexander wanted to keep him on his knees and order him to blow him over and over, he’d do it until his jaw hurt. Anything, everything was possible between them.
And if Alexander planned on keeping him on the edge, without giving him one smidge of satisfaction, it would blow Lyn’s mind. If he ever dared to show this side of him to anyone else, he’d be in danger of becoming so exposed to the world that he crumbled. But his failings, his flaws, and all his desire for self-destruction were safe in Alexander’s capable hands. No wonder his old friend had always been destined to become a doctor. He was amazing at mending broken people and putting them back together.
Alexander’s eyes were glazed with passion when they reluctantly pulled apart. Lyn knew he had to look the same. They stared at each other, no words needed.
“You’ll come from my fingers only,” Alexander said with finality, a conclusion he must have deliberated on at length.
Lyn nodded, licking his lips. Alexander kissed him again, sneaking his tongue inside and making sure that not even one seed of resistance was left in him. He hadn’t needed to go that far; he had won already.
Lyn turned to face the wall and waited. Alexander disappeared momentarily, only to return prepared. Lyn groaned as nimble fingers pressed against his backdoor, circling it gently at first, spreading on the slippery lotion. He threw his head back at the first penetration. It was shallow and it barely breached the tight ring of his ass, but it was the thought behind it that counted.
Once he accepted this, there would be no turning back. Even if it wasn’t Alexander’s cock doing the breaking in, it was all the same. Lyn closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the pleasure.
The long elegant fingers probed him gently at first, coaxing his ass into opening more. Lyn was so hard he didn’t mind begging for it.
“Go deeper,” he whispered.
“What are you thinking about right now, Lyn?” Alexander asked. “I want the truth.”
“I’m thinking…” Lyn groaned and shifted his position so he could push his ass onto Alexander’s fingers harder. “I’m thinking of you.”
“Don’t lie to me.” Alexander’s words carried a warning, but also desire.
“I’m not lying,” Lyn protested.
“If Bradley’s on your mind, just admit it.”
“Fuck this shit,” Lyn murmured. “No, you fucker. Stop mentioning him. It’s you I want to fuck me.”
He had spoken too soon. What happened inside his mind, behind his closed eyelids, was one thing. Even as he surrendered like this, he still wanted to hang on to the part of him that couldn’t stand losing. That made the most of him, anyway.
“You do?” Alexander stopped moving his hand, triggering an instant string of expletives from Lyn.
“I do,” Lyn said curtly. “You promised me something. But your fingers aren’t moving.”
“I will continue,” Alexander promised. “But you must tell me everything that crosses your mind, even if it’s just a fantasy. Even if later you’ll go back on your word.”
Lyn pressed his forehead against the wall. “I won’t. I don’t let men top me, because they can’t be bothered to work hard for it. It’s easier for me to be the one doing the hard work. That’s all. But you’re not like others. So it’s only natural--”
Alexander stopped him by wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him close for a kiss. “Good. That’s all I need to know. Thank you for your honesty. Now, keep it up while I’m working your ass hard.”
There was a playful note at the end that put Lyn’s mind at ease. “Do you want me to tell you everything that crosses my mind while you finger-fuck me?”
“Yes, everything,” Alexander insisted shamelessly.
He was getting more daring now, and Lyn gasped as the agile fingers reached deeper inside, brushing around the spot he knew was sensitive.
“This is all new to me,” he whispered.
“Good,” Alexander said with satisfaction. “Just tell me, Lyn. Do I really deserve to be the guy who gets to pop your cherry?”
Lyn laughed. “Don’t handle me with kid gloves. I might not have had anal sex in my life – not like this – but I’m not a blushing virgin either.”
“Just answer the question, Lynton.” Alexander bit Lyn’s shoulder hard.
“Damn you,” Lyn whispered. “Yes, asshole, you deserve to be that guy. Whatever prize you might think that is.”
“Stop selling yourself short. It is a prize,” Alexander said, “because you’ve made me work hard for it.”
Lyn had one million ways to say he’d beg to differ, but he knew all too well that convincing Alexander of any view other than his own would be a fruitless endeavor.
Any rational thought disappeared from his mind as Alexander added another finger, confident as he seemed to be now that his ‘victim’ would be able to endure it. Lyn let out a frighteningly shameless moan as his friend went deeper and deeper, harder and harder on his ass. Was it because he was a doctor and the human body held no secrets for him? Alexander moved his fingers in and out, hooking them and turning them just right, as if Lyn’s body was an instrument for him to play on.
“This is,” he grunted, “fucking mind-blowing.”
“Don’t you dare try getting out of this. Keep talking,” Alexander ordered. “Fuck, your ass is so damn eager, it’s swallowing my fingers like it wants to eat them.”
The uncouth words were enough to cross a new threshold of pleasure in Lyn’s mind.
“You’re too silent. Should I remind you about Luke’s offer to measure our dicks? Only one’s not enough for you?” Alexander teased him.
“I don’t have time to think about stupid jokes,” Lyn grunted out each word. “Fuck. You’ve got the devil in you, you handsome fuck.”
“Oh, so you think I’m handsome?” Alexander drawled. He was rubbing the tips of his fingers right against Lyn’s most sensitive point, sparing nothing and gauging every reaction he could elicit from his partner.
“You are,” Lyn admitted, the strange sensation inside his ass growing. He knew what happened during anal stimulation, but only in theory. He had never been even curious to try it on himself. Or maybe he’d been scared.
“Do you know why you don’t bottom?” Alexander hooked his fingers against Lyn’s prostate, his moves gentler, deceptively so.
“I think I just told you why.”
“You told me how you see it when it’s about the guys who might be interested in doing your sexy ass. I mean, what goes through your pretty head. What you think of yourself as a bottom.”
It was damn hard to follow Alexander’s reasoning when his ass was being sweetly tortured like this. If this was how good it felt, he had missed out on a lot of pleasure. But no, it was true, and his tormentor was right. This went beyond the physical.
“Tell me,” he said in a rough voice. “Tell me everything.”
Alexander raised his free arm and snuck it around Lyn’s chest. “Suck on these for me.” Lyn accepted the long digits sliding into his mouth without protest. “They will be my lie detector.”
Lyn moaned around the elegant fingers, taking them in and licking them with abandon.
“You don’t bottom because you suck at it,” Alexander issued the challenge in a cocksure voice. “Ouch,” he growled as Lyn sank his teeth into Alexander’s fingers. “You’re angry because it’s true.”
Lyn couldn’t argue with that either. What if he made a bad bottom? The possibility had crossed his mind. As the one on the receiving end, control was out of his hands. What if he wasn’t cute enough, pretty enough, whatever? His fuck buddies never failed to be all that, but Lyn was well aware he couldn’t act all sweetly, the way he was supposed to, so he could get a guy hot and bothered.
He settled for sucking on Alexander’s fingers like they were a lollipop.
“Glad you agree,” Alexander said with glee. “Now, let’s see. You say you’re thinking of me.”
Lyn sucked harder on the fingers penetrating his mouth.
“Good,” Alexander said with satisfaction. His other hand was busy teasing the hell out of Lyn’s back entrance. “You’re thinking of me how? Fucking you?”
Lyn shivered. Yeah, he could picture it. Even if it wouldn’t be the prettiest sight for him to bend over and get dominated by this sexy fucker, he could see it. His eyes would be wet, his mouth would drool, and he’d just beg and beg for more.
“Excellent,” Alexander commented, but his cocksure voice was starting to catch in his throat. “How am I fucking you?”
Lyn pushed his ass back, impaling himself onto Alexander’s fingers.
“From the back? Like this?”
Lyn’s teeth grazed Alexander’s fingers.
“I’ll be damned,” Alexander whispered, his voice loaded now. “On all fours? Doggy style?”
Lyn swallowed the digits in his mouth down to the knuckles.
“Fuck.” Alexander’s cock rubbed against Lyn’s hip. The demon was hard again. “Am I rough?”
Yes, definitely.
“Am I going deep?”
Fuck, yeah.
“Do I own you?”
Lyn felt his knees turn to jelly. He braced his forearms against the wall while he fucked himself with his partner’s fingers, which, right now, no longer felt like enough.
“What else, Lyn?” Alexander was fucking him with his fingers hard and fast, the tight channel made supple by the constant action.
A strange sensation was growing inside him. For a moment, Lyn was worried that he might piss instead. Just because he wasn’t familiar with the sensation, it didn’t mean he would embarrass himself.
“Raw,” he mumbled around the fingers he was sucking now like there was no tomorrow.
“I’m fucking you raw?” Alexander’s voice grew deep and thick. “What else? Do you want me to shoot my load in you?”
“Yeah,” Lyn mumbled again.
He could see it. No, even more than that. The image inside his mind was so vivid he could taste it in the back of his throat. The experience of being owned, pushed to the limit filled his entire imagination. Yes, it was so stark, so clear. Alexander would push inside him, all that big cock of his swallowed to the hilt by Lyn’s thirsty ass, until he was nothing but a cock sleeve for the guy to use. And once his entire body had turned supple and smooth for the to and fro of penetration, Alexander would use him like he was a mare made for breeding.
He didn’t voice any of that. It was mortifying – or it would be if he weren’t caught up in the moment - and not even Alexander should know the depths of his perversion.
“Oh, fuck,” Alexander murmured, “you’re so fucking sexy right now, you’re making me lose my mind, Lyn.”
If he did lose his mind, it would only be temporary. Lyn looked down at his neglected cock. Yes, as the bottom to be used, he’d act just like that, in complete abandonment to sensation.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, letting Alexander’s fingers slip from his mouth.
His entire body worked for it. He was sweating through all his pores, while his attention was focused on his ass and the way Alexander fucked him with his fingers, while the unfamiliar sensation stimulating his cock turned into something he knew well.
The force of his climax made the first rope of cum splash against the wall like a loaded water gun. Lyn moaned loudly and watched helplessly as wave after wave hit him, turning his cock into a shooting machine.
Alexander continued to torture his ass, going faster and harder, without forgetting to support Lyn with his other arm.
Spent and confused, Lyn went down to his knees. Alexander cupped his cheek and pressed his cock against his lips. Although Lyn opened his mouth, Alexander didn’t push his cock in. He only used Lyn’s face to rub his cock on until he blew his second load. It got in his hair, Lyn was sure of it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
***
Lyn winced as he adjusted his position. While he’d always thought of himself as being a considerate top, he hadn’t ever wondered how the guys he fucked felt after having their asses thoroughly used. Alexander had only used his fingers, yet now Lyn’s ass was so sore he couldn’t sit still.
“Is there something the matter, Lynton?” Alexander asked in his poshest accent, his eyes glinting with mischief. He asked his seemingly innocuous question while pretending to need something that required him to stretch out one arm and lean toward Lyn. The saucer had done nothing wrong, but Lyn had a mind to empty its contents on Alexander’s head and then throw it against the wall to make his point.
“You asshole,” Lyn grunted.
Bella had not given up on her strategy to place the most eligible bachelor in a sea of single ladies during dinner, but Alexander had convinced the woman sitting on Lyn’s left to trade places with him. And now the demon was teasing the hell out of him.
Lyn jolted when someone smacked his shoulders and squeezed them hard.
“You two jerks, you abandoned me to fend for myself,” Brad complained.
Lyn wished he could relax after his initial reaction, but Brad was pressing down hard on his shoulders, something his ass didn’t enjoy at all.
“We were really dirty,” Alexander replied. “We had to take really long showers.”
“You should’ve showered together to save time,” Brad replied promptly.
Lyn felt his face getting so hot he needed to cool down immediately. He reached for his water glass and brought it to his lips.
“Why so silent, Lyn?” Brad smacked his shoulders again, just when Lyn was trying to drink from the glass, making the water splash all over him. “Well, at least someone has the decency to feel guilty.”
“Come on, man, it was all on you,” Lyn said, putting the glass down and reaching for a napkin.
He didn’t have the time to do so because Alexander was already patting him down and wiping his face, while staring at Brad.
“Hey,” he tried to protest, but Alexander had already finished.
Lyn didn’t have the guts to look at Brad and read in his eyes what this strange interaction must have looked like. The warm hands on his shoulders held him pinned in place like a punishment. Then, they moved to wrap around his neck and squeeze for a moment.
“I really hate you,” Brad said before moving his hands away. “You used to be my ride or die, Lyn.”
“You have your brother-in-law,” Lyn pointed out. “I’m sure he had your back.”
Whether Brad really had to confront an angry fiancée earlier or not wasn’t clear. Bella had seemed her same affable self while interacting with the guests. She hadn’t mentioned the help Lyn had offered her brother, but it wasn’t like any thanks were needed. After all, Lyn had barely managed to have a short conversation with Luke.
“It’s not the same, man,” Brad complained again.
“Yeah, no one could ever replace Lynton,” Alexander said. “He’s unique.”
Lyn looked at Alexander, searching for the usual signs of sarcasm. But his old pal looked as serene as ever. In this light, he felt tempted to take Alexander’s words at face value.
“True,” Brad confirmed, chuckling. “That’s why I’m counting on him like usual. Hence the disappointment that he ditched me in favor of a—what did you say it was? A long shower?”
“Never underestimate the importance of cleanliness,” Alexander said promptly.
“Since when is this guy talking in your stead?” Brad directed his question to Lyn. He leaned over, making Lyn tip his head back so their eyes could meet.
“He doesn’t,” Lyn said in a clipped manner. His ass throbbed, and he wanted this dinner to be over already. He’d have to sleep on his belly. If Alexander’s fingers could make him feel like this, that monster cock of his had to be a real damage-dealer. “What can I say, man? The chick needs to leave the coop. I can’t be your mother hen all your life.”
Brad guffawed as if Lyn had just told the funniest joke ever. “What if I don’t want to leave the coop?” he drawled, cupping Lyn’s cheek with one hand.
“You have to. You’re getting married,” Lyn pointed out. He swallowed hard. After all these years, when he looked at Brad from so up close his heart still fluttered. It wasn’t fair.
“Dude, stop fooling around.” Luke’s voice interrupted them.
Lyn adjusted his position and threw a cautious look in Alexander’s direction. Why did he feel as if he’d just been caught doing something shameful? Alexander had an odd expression in his eyes. An assessing look, Lyn used to call it. Later tonight, he’d have to ask the guy to come clean. They were… doing things together. But it wasn’t like they were dating.
He might just be imagining things. Alexander jealous was an impossibility. Such mundane feelings were beneath him.
“Bella is going to have your head if you don’t dance to her tune tonight,” Luke added. “What’s up, Lyn?”
Lyn frowned as Luke dug his fingers into his shoulder as he passed by, pushing Brad to move. It was a bit too hard to be considered playful. No, it felt more like a warning.
But a warning about what?
TBC
Thank you for reading!
@Derek - I really enjoyed your discussion with Buchanan, because yes, it does feel that way, Alexander choosing to befriend Brad so he could be close to Lyn. I love it when readers find clues :)
@DavidB - Yes, one of these days, for sure :D Lyn will gain the gift of sight, lol.
@Buchanan - thank you, and I'm happy you guys enjoy this story.
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