You Should See Yourself
He was moving in a fog of lust and mind-blowing pleasure. The steam shrouded everything, making their surroundings appear as if taken from a dream. Alexander’s lips moved over Lyn’s throat, pressing, kissing, squeezing. After one hour of well-earned rest, he had straddled Alexander, asking for more.
That direct demand had landed them in the shower. Lyn moaned, his head tipped back while Alexander fingerfucked him slowly, reminding him that he might be sore as hell later but it was all worth it and for a good cause. A ravenous part of him had cracked wide open under Alexander’s touch, and now he couldn’t stop wanting more and asking for it in unequivocal terms.
They took their time washing, although they paused along the way more often than not to kiss, grope, and bruise each other. Lyn had been the initiator of the latter habit, grabbing Alexander’s hips and pressing his fingers hard enough into the other’s flesh to know he’d leave marks. The response was swift and playful, but Lyn wanted to do more than just play.
He let himself slide down to kneel before Alexander. There was not one ounce of shame in the way he groaned and wrapped his lips around the gorgeous cock before him. From time to time his eyes turned upward to Alexander’s face, partially lost in the mist. It was as if he was kneeling before an ancient god and he was nothing but a mere worshiper. Alexander would have a laugh if he could hear his thoughts.
Too bad Lyn wanted to make his friend come rather than make him laugh. Or maybe he wanted to do many other things that involved his friend, things that obviously went beyond what should go on between pals, no matter how far back they went.
Speaking of far, he really wanted to take things further in the most literal sense of the word. He struggled for a while with swallowing more until he started to get the gist of it.
“Hey, are you okay down there?” Alexander asked in a playful tone. “Not that hearing you choke on my cock isn’t arousing, but the last thing I want is you getting hurt on my account.”
Lyn brushed Alexander’s hand away from the cock that belonged to him now and went deeper. It felt so good, so dizzying yet empowering to have his throat invaded to the point of making it difficult to breathe.
It wasn’t like him to get lost in his own head like this when having sex. With his sex buddies, he kept himself grounded so he could pay attention to every little cue from his partners. With Alexander, things were completely different. Yes, he allowed himself to be selfish with his old friend. Even this, choking on the guy’s cock, was all for his own pleasure. Did it matter if Alexander liked it? Yes, but only because it was interconnected to a deep, incredible level with what Lyn was doing and the way he was extracting his own pleasure out of it.
“I never thought you’d be this hot,” Alexander continued to praise him in a low, breathless voice. “I used to think I’d have to coax every little reaction out of you. It would’ve been worth the effort, in case you’re wondering.”
Lyn was unable to reply, his mouth too full, his entire body too tense in the effort employed to get everything he desired out of this unfathomable encounter with Alexander. Could they have done this sort of thing in college? Lyn couldn’t picture it, regardless of how hard he tried. Not because of who and how Alexander used to be back then, but because of himself.
“Do you want me to come down your throat?” Alexander asked, his hands on the back of Lyn’s head, as if he was planning to start facefucking his partner.
Lyn wished that would happen. But he wouldn’t even think of letting go of the tasty cock in his mouth. This was his pleasure and he wouldn’t give a moment of it up, no matter what. He pushed himself and managed to swallow another inch. With an impatient hand, he tried to signal to Alexander what to do, but it looked like his friend turned sex partner mistook his gesture for something else because he let go of him completely.
Damn, he really was going to have to say it out loud. The bathroom fog hid them nicely. It would do for the time being. With a loud pop that was supposed to express his annoyance, he pulled his mouth away from Alexander’s cock.
“You’re not used to taking cues, are you?” he asked. “Put your hands back where they were and start fucking my mouth.”
There was a second of silence from Alexander that made Lyn believe that, maybe this time, he’d gone too far. But he barely had time to open wide enough to avoid grazing that handsome man’s cock with his teeth as it was shoved back into his mouth.
Fuck. It felt so good Lyn thought he ran the risk of passing out. That would freak the hell out of even the cool and collected Alexander. Wait, he was a doctor; he’d know what to do.
It took them a few moments to find the right rhythm, and Lyn had to adjust his position to make sure that he swallowed his partner’s cock properly. The magnificent thing went down, deep, and it moved smoothly, as if Lyn’s mouth and it had been made to work together. Sure, it took exercising proper control over his gag reflex, but Lyn welcomed that sensation. It made him shiver, goosebumps blossoming everywhere on his skin despite the hot steam around them. He became attuned to everything he felt, from his nipples getting so hard they began to hurt in the best of ways to the way his cock twitched, delighted to be denied any release.
“I’m going to come, Lyn,” Alexander whispered frantically. “Please, don’t be cruel, fuck, let me come in your mouth--”
Alexander didn’t have to beg, but it surely sounded nice to hear him do it nonetheless. Lyn felt the steel-like organ pulsing in his mouth and throat as Alexander let go. It seemed to go on forever, while dirty words poured out of the cynical mouth that Lyn had always thought would deliver nothing but hurtful truths.
It struck him only a little too late that he should take advantage of the situation. He desperately began pumping his cock while chasing the last drops of cum hanging from Alexander’s now spent organ with his tongue. He didn’t let go of it, even as he felt the other shuddering from too much stimulation after the fact.
Lyn continued to torture Alexander’s still half-hard cock for his own selfish reasons. When he got pushed away gently, he thought he might throw a hissy fit for a change.
“What the fuck?” he asked, his mouth wet and needy.
Alexander pulled him up and grabbed his cock. Then, he moved Lyn’s hand to feel him.
“I’m hard again.”
“So let me suck you off again,” Lyn hissed, finding it damn difficult to rein in his frustration.
“No. You need to see yourself.” Alexander pressed their lips together, flicking his tongue over Lyn’s swollen mouth. “The way you look with my cock inside you.”
There was no time to ask what on earth Alexander meant by that. Lyn found himself in front of the sink, bent over. Alexander wiped the mirror with his forearm in one quick move. He pointed at it. “Look.”
Lyn met his own eyes in the mirror. His hair was a mess, his mouth was red, and there was a bit of cum on his chin he should have been careful to swallow. It was so strangely intimate that he averted his eyes.
“No,” Alexander said sternly. He caught Lyn’s chin and made him face the mirror. “Open your eyes.”
“Or else what?” Lyn asked stubbornly.
The smack on his ass wasn’t playful. He gasped and obeyed the order.
“At least, I don’t have to waste many words on you.”
“You’re an ass,” Lyn murmured.
Alexander was caressing the buttock he had just spanked. “Takes one to know one, right?”
“I suppose,” he agreed, not without making it clear that he was pretty miffed over getting spanked out of the blue.
“All eyes on you,” Alexander whispered in his ear, while fingering him slowly and preparing him. “This is you, Lyn.”
“A mess? Fucked up?” Lyn asked. He stared at himself in the mirror, as if hypnotized. No one knew this part of him. No one would ever know. Except Alexander, of course.
“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured, while biting his ear. “Imperfect, yes, but a little happy.”
“Happy?” Lyn echoed the word. He closed his eyes for a moment, but the spell didn’t break. When he opened his eyes, he was still there. Yes, a little happy.
Alexander entered him slowly, although the earlier workout served Lyn well. He was accommodating that monster cock as if his ass had been made for it. The strangest thing of all, he could picture himself taking Alexander’s cock in both his available holes like nothing else mattered in the world.
The moan that escaped his lips was a tad too over the top. He had to bite his bottom lip, horrified by his own reactions. But he didn’t look away. Surrendering control to Alexander was a damn sweet deal. The past was no more; the present didn’t matter, outside of this room; and the future could claw at the door like a rabid dog.
Alexander was done with niceties, it seemed. Lyn grabbed the edge of the sink, determined not to slip, while his friend began pounding hard into him. He could hear their ball sacs slapping against each other, triggering a bit of pain, but Lyn liked that, too. He pushed himself back harder, ready for more.
This time, there was no need for cues. Alexander grabbed Lyn by the hair, making him arch his back. Lyn felt his entire body shaking as they came together with each of Alexander’s thrusts.
“Harder,” he hissed.
“Fuck, you must be crazy,” Alexander whispered back. “I want you so badly, Lyn, you have no idea.”
“So have me. Own my ass like you mean it.”
“I shouldn’t listen to you,” Alexander moaned his despair. “You were barely fucked in the ass for the first time only an hour ago. This will hurt later.”
“Do you see me complaining? Bottoms up, Alexander. Don’t leave a drop.”
A frustrated grunt followed, but it looked like Alexander was agreeing to his no-terms surrender. His fingers were gripping Lyn’s hair and his hip hard, and his cock was thrusting into Lyn’s ass to the hilt.
There was no need for him to touch his cock. Looking at himself in the mirror being owned and fucked, getting pounded into oblivion and letting go of his harshest inhibitions were stimulating enough. Alexander knew how to fuck him the way he wanted. With each move, Lyn sensed his pleasure growing higher. His ball sac pulled tight in expectation, while the strange feeling intensified only to mingle with what was already familiar.
The inevitable was careening toward him with the force of a hurricane. When it hit him, he shouted so loudly it was a blessing they weren’t in the vicinity of any other tourists. Alexander wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close while he moved faster and faster.
His orgasm lasted so long this time Lyn wondered how something inside him didn’t break or fail completely. He felt the way Alexander delivered blow after blow until his cock began to shoot inside Lyn’s ass.
It was a blessing that Alexander held him so tightly because this way he didn’t risk hurting himself by slipping on the wet floor. He didn’t say a word, too far gone in the aftermath of pleasure, while Alexander took him into the shower and began washing him slowly.
“You’ll let me do that to you again, right?” Alexander whispered while moving his hands slowly down Lyn’s back and brushing his fingers over the abused hole that was now leaking cum like crazy.
“Don’t tell me you’re insecure,” Lyn said with a chuckle. “You’re never insecure.”
“How would you know?” Alexander asked. His voice was filled with tenderness. It made Lyn’s chest feel full, too.
“You’re right. That’s why I want you to know that I’ll always be your friend.”
He didn’t know why those exact words had come to mind. Alexander must have felt abandoned after the divorce. His entire world must have stopped making sense. That must have been hard. And Lyn knew a lot about having to deal with the weight of the world on one’s shoulders. The least he could do was to give Alexander that in return.
“I hope so,” Alexander said playfully while slowly washing Lyn’s ass. “I won’t stop at friendship, though.”
Lyn felt too deliciously spent to contradict the stubborn ass or ask for clarification. He laughed softly as he let his head drop onto Alexander’s shoulder.
***
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Alexander asked, eyeing Lyn cautiously.
It was the third time Brad was calling, and Lyn no longer even bothered to check if it was him. He needed to postpone facing his best friend as long as possible. His ass was throbbing now, his entire body felt like he’d competed in a marathon, and his eyelids were too heavy to keep his eyes open.
Also, napping on Alexander’s chest was everything he wanted. Lyn didn’t need anything else right now. He definitely didn’t need to choose his words with strenuous care as he would once he heard Brad’s voice. Or somehow resist his incredible need of throwing words like ‘cheater’ and ‘liar’ into that guy’s face.
“Ah, it looks like he’s calling me now,” Alexander said, picking his phone up.
“Don’t answer,” Lyn said quickly, lifting one hand to snatch Alexander’s phone.
“Why? Are you worried he might guess what we’ve been doing for the last two hours or so?”
“Three,” Lyn corrected him. “And yes, I’m worried. I don’t want him to know.”
“Why?”
Lyn tsked in annoyance. “Because I don’t. Because this,” he said and grabbed Alexander’s chest hard, “is mine.”
“I’m yours?” Alexander asked playfully.
“Yes,” Lyn replied without giving his words a second thought. “And I’m not sharing you with him. Or this thing we have going. He doesn’t deserve to know.”
“Hmm, that must be the most convoluted explanation I’ve ever heard in my life. But okay, your wish is my command.”
“Wow,” Lyn said, smirking and folding his arms over Alexander’s chest, then resting his chin on top of them while eyeing his favorite demon in the whole underworld. “You are capable of obeying.”
“You? Why not?” Alexander teased him. “However, I do need to send Bradley a text.”
“Why?” Lyn complained right away.
Alexander gave him a sly smile. “Because otherwise, he might feel the need to drop by, and we don’t want him to catch us like this.”
“Ah, naked and on top of each other?”
“No, like this.” Alexander playfully threw Lyn off and pinned him underneath his body as he turned the tables. He gave Lyn such a sweet kiss, the world began to spin like an amusement park ride. Then, he moved lower, making sure to cover every inch of skin in his path with short, meaningful kisses.
Lyn caught the phone as Alexander tossed it to him.
“Write this,” Alexander ordered. “We are in the middle of a debate over who should rule the world. Stop. Please do not disturb until we’ve drawn our mutually assured destruction papers. Stop. I am joking. Stop. We’ll be present at dinner. Stop. We promise to leave all our nukes in our lab coats. Over.”
Lyn’s lips twitched as he wrote a much shorter version of Alexander’s text. He was about to lock the screen when he noticed the pic taking up all the available space. Although his vision was perfect now, he brought the phone close to his eyes. “When was this taken? I don’t recall--”
He did though. Funny how he hadn’t thought of that time in years. It had been just before Lyn learned that there were levels to misery, going way deeper than the nine circles of hell. As opposed to the usual face he saw in the mirror, the one looking back at him from Alexander’s phone screen looked happy. Innocent even. How little he knew back then. He was laughing, while Brad kissed him on the cheek with his eyes half-closed.
“Isn’t it weird to have a pic of your two best friends as your phone background?” He wiggled the phone in front of Alexander.
“I’m in there, too.”
Lyn frowned and stared again. Right, he was there, in the back, and had one arm thrown around both Lyn and Brad. His smile was more contained, and his eyes, now that Lyn noticed, were staring obliquely, at an angle, not at the phone taking their picture, although he was the one taking that selfie.
Staring at him. Back then, had Alexander felt—no, no, that was ridiculous.
“I missed you at first glance. Only because you’re so tall,” Lyn said quickly and placed the phone with its face down.
Alexander observed him quietly, as was his usual habit. He wasn’t that different from who he had been when that picture was taken nine years ago. It had been summer then, too. Lyn didn’t need to stare at that picture for long before he felt the taste of that season like bitter orange on his tongue.
“What?” he asked. “To what do I owe the scrutiny?”
No reply came. Instead, Alexander held him in his gaze while moving his lips slowly on the inside of Lyn’s right thigh.
“You’re so sexy,” Alexander purred against his skin, nipping playfully. “Do you know that?”
Lyn shivered. He did feel sexy, but he couldn’t be honest enough to admit it. Throwing an arm over his face to guard his expression, he egged Alexander on. “If you’re down there to make conversation, you’d better reconsider. I might go limp.”
Alexander laughed and grabbed Lyn’s cock, rubbing it slowly. A short lick on the head, and Lyn found himself moaning again. His own voice irked him; it was too loud.
“Are you afraid of feeling what you’re feeling right now, Lyn?” Alexander asked him tenderly while continuing to tease his cock with well-aimed licks and kisses.
“What are you talking about?” Lyn grunted as Alexander swallowed half of his member and pulled it slowly back out of his mouth. “If I moan any louder, anyone passing by is going to think we’re shooting a porno in here. I’m not afraid to feel,” he added.
“Hmm,” Alexander licked Lyn’s cock on all sides slowly, “then it must be the other thing.”
“What other thing?” Lyn trembled and curled his toes against the bed. Alexander really had no business being this good at pleasuring a man. If his friend ever confessed he’d actually had plenty of practice before this delightful madness started happening between them, Lyn was worried he might get pissed enough to hurt the annoying demon.
Alexander didn’t reply. He wrapped his mouth around Lyn’s cock, sucking in earnest. Even with all the times he’d come already, Lyn could see it happening again.
And it would be in Alexander’s mouth. The shock of that thought went through him like lightning. It short-circuited all reason and inhibitions. He caught a handful of Alexander’s silky hair and bucked his hips off the bed. It was insane. It was as if he’d never have enough.
He was no longer worried that his shouts, moans and groans would scandalize whoever passed by.
“Fuck, Alexander, your mouth,” he whispered hurriedly, “is so good on my cock… fuck, I love it, I just… don’t… pull… out…”
He didn’t need to say it twice. Alexander swallowed him to the hilt and kept his amazing lips wrapped tightly around the base of Lyn’s cock.
To say it felt outrageously good was an understatement. It made Lyn want to curse all those years during which he’d denied himself the pleasure. Not of coming in a guy’s mouth. No, in this mouth. Alexander’s mouth.
He had no idea if he was still breathing correctly or not as Alexander removed his mouth slowly, making sure to lick Lyn’s cock clean in the process.
Alexander hovered above him. He was gentle as he removed Lyn’s arm from his face. His kiss was gentle, too, and the good kind of dirty.
“You’re not afraid to feel,” Alexander whispered against his lips, “you’re just afraid to be seen while you feel.”
Lyn had no comeback to that. A familiar jolt, not entirely unpleasant, shot through his chest. He pulled Alexander close to kiss him. It was the only way to make him stop shouting hard truths from the rooftop.
TBC
Thank you for reading!
@Derek - I am so glad that the scene with the two new guys can be interpreted in various ways, because it's all Lyn's POV, and his POV can be ambiguous. And I thought it was high time Lyn had his first experience (in the past).
@DavidB - Ah, so happy you noticed that other part in the chapter... which I thought readers would find more interesting. Lyn was slowly developing feelings for Alexander back then, indeed.
@Leon Greysword - they will reappear, but very little - their role, of initiating Lyn, is now over :)
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