So What If We Get Hurt?
Alexander didn’t raise his eyes from the article he was perusing on his phone when Lyn returned. It was hard to tell whether he had moved an inch from where Lyn had left him about an hour ago.
“How did it go?” Alexander asked, without looking at him, seemingly still absorbed by what he was reading, yet capable of sparing a thimble of attention to something outside of that.
“Bad,” Lyn said curtly. “He’s an asshole.”
“Oh, well,” Alexander replied.
Lyn was so annoyed he needed to do something. He snuck up behind Alexander and leaned over to sink his teeth into his left ear.
Alexander hissed but didn’t pull away. Instead, he allowed Lyn to torture him, bending his head to one side to surrender his ear completely.
“Why aren’t you upset?” Lyn asked, dropping himself hard into Alexander’s lap and forcing him to abandon his phone and careful study of medical texts.
“Why should I be? I’m not the one marrying Bradley,” Alexander said matter-of-factly. He made enough room for Lyn in his arms and began to caress his back slowly.
Lyn found it increasingly difficult to stay mad while his sexy roommate was doing that. “Still, he’s supposed to be a good guy,” he mumbled, shifting his position until his crotch rested on top of Alexander’s cock. There were layers of clothing between them, but they could still feel each other well.
“Bradley is a good guy,” Alexander said. “He’s also a cheater, and someone who must have never learned to control the urges of his sexual organ because he saw no reason to do so. The two can coexist.”
“Really?” Lyn grabbed Alexander’s cheeks and pulled hard on them. “How can you say that with a straight face? You used to give me crap for making the tiniest mistake. Brad fools around with his future brother-in-law mere days before the wedding and you don’t give a damn.”
“It’s not my problem,” Alexander replied in the same manner. He appeared not in the least disturbed by Lyn torturing his face and accepted it all with stoicism. “You, on the other hand--” He grinned, looking once again like a pirate with dirty intentions on his mind.
Lyn gasped in fake outrage. “I’m the problem?”
“No. You are my problem,” Alexander said and turned the tables on Lyn, trapping him underneath his strong body.
“Brad has no intention of telling Bella,” Lyn babbled on. Alexander was way too distracting with his perfect naked chest and the way his muscular thighs were finding a way to insinuate themselves between Lyn’s legs. “What the hell am I going to do?”
“You’ll do the right thing,” Alexander assured him.
“And what’s that?” Lyn insisted. Alexander was busy sucking the side of his neck, which made thinking, especially about moral choices, incredibly difficult. “Should I warn Bella she’s marrying a cheater? Should I keep my mouth shut?”
“Whatever you choose, it will be the right choice,” Alexander replied.
“You’re really no help,” Lyn reproached his friend while pulling him close. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty, though,” he joked as he caught Alexander’s chin, angling his head for a kiss.
“I’ve always relied on that,” Alexander answered in kind. His lips hovered right above Lyn’s mouth, promising and teasing at the same time.
“Good, ‘cause I’m about to fuck the pretty right out of you,” Lyn promised.
Alexander snickered, pressing his hard cock against Lyn’s crotch. It felt nice to dry hump, although it could hardly give them any satisfaction.
“No smart comeback? I just basically said that I’d like to fuck you,” Lyn said.
“If that’s what you would like, I’m game,” Alexander said courteously.
“You’re so cocksure, I want to smack you.” Lyn turned his words into reality and swatted Alexander’s ass despite being in the wrong position to give his partner a spanking.
The soft moan leaving Alexander’s lips let him know he was on the right track. Lyn grabbed Alexander’s left butt cheek hard. Dissatisfied with being unable to feel the skin under his fingers, he snuck his hand toward his goal, pushing Alexander’s sexy tight underwear up. One hand wasn’t enough; he needed to feel that glorious ass properly.
He was rewarded with a short gasp of surprise when he smacked Alexander’s butt with both hands.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he whispered. “You have one fine ass. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“That doesn’t matter,” Alexander replied. “You’re the only one who does. Tell me more.”
“About your ass?” Lyn asked. “Greedy, aren’t we?”
“Greedy? No, just starved,” came the smartass retort.
Lyn smacked Alexander’s ass again. “Go take a shower. I’m going to plow you really good.”
“Is that what you say to all your fuck buddies?”
“They don’t matter,” Lyn replied in kind. “Only you do. And that gorgeous ass of yours.”
Alexander purred like a delighted cat in his ear. Then he pushed himself up, stripping out of his underwear on his way to the bathroom.
“Fuck, I surely love watching you go,” Lyn said with a big grin, relaxing on Alexander’s bed with his hands behind his head.
Getting lost in a world of pleasure with Alexander definitely sounded like a better deal than having to weigh the moral implications of telling or not telling on Brad to Bella.
Fuck Brad. He hadn’t felt guilty at all. Lyn worried his bottom lip while unwillingly replaying his earlier conversation with Brad in his head.
And what was all that stupid crap about how Alexander had been sure of Lyn’s ‘straightness’ in college? If there had ever been anyone to see through his façade, all the time, it must have been Alexander, not Brad.
So, Brad had known all along that Lyn, his best friend, was crushing on him. Could it be that he had used that to get all the advantages he could milk out of that attraction?
No, he was being stupid now because he was upset. Lyn remembered the past, and Brad had repaid him for everything by being there for him when the world as Lyn knew it, was ending. No number of essays and papers written on stuff Lyn had no business to know about could be considered enough for what Brad had done for him.
Which was, ultimately, what made this moral dilemma so damn hard. Alexander was right. Brad was a good guy and a cheater. It was Lyn who didn’t want to see that as possible.
Ah, fuck. Lyn covered his eyes. His erection was dying the more he thought of what waited for him ahead.
And he’d have to perform soon. After all, Alexander had always expected nothing but the best from him.
***
All the doubts about his ability to perform flew out of his mind the moment Alexander came back into the room wearing nothing but a vague smile that made him look so beautiful Lyn wanted to take a picture of him and keep it forever close to his heart.
His cock twitched at the sight. A few droplets of water made the skin between Alexander’s neck and shoulder glisten like sweat. Lyn was overcome with the desire to lick them off. His dark nipples stood at attention and it looked like Alexander’s skin had goosebumps everywhere. A quick glance revealed where the tanned skin stopped to allow Alexander’s usually pale complexion to show.
Yet, his cock was dark and beautiful, making Lyn’s throat dry and in need of filling. He didn’t hesitate for a moment and dropped directly onto his knees from the bed. Although the thought of anyone seeing him in the past crawl on the floor like that would’ve mortified him, now he didn’t mind at all.
This was Alexander, and Lyn could expose himself and show him everything he had, good and bad. He maintained eye contact as he moved closer until he reached the strong legs covered in dark curly hair and wrapped his hands around the strong calves to pull himself up.
Alexander’s fond smile caught him off-guard.
“What?” Lyn asked, clinging to him and feeling vulnerable as if he were the naked guy in the room, not Alexander.
“I like what I see,” Alexander replied and caressed Lyn’s head slowly. “Don’t worry; I won’t mess up your hair.”
“Mess it up,” Lyn decided on the spot, “mess it up until you’re satisfied.”
“Are you sure?” Alexander teased while using both hands to ruffle Lyn’s hair.
“More than sure. Just to make it clear from the get-go. I want it rough. Fuck my face. Make me take it until I choke.”
“Wow,” Alexander said just as teasingly as before, “don’t tell me you also want me to call you names while I’m doing it.”
“No. We can skip that. But I want to hear you moan while I deepthroat you.”
“That sounds ambitious. Also, didn’t you want to fuck me? Have you changed your mind?”
“No, but I want you satisfied and relaxed when I sink my dick in you for the first time. Unless your wife pegged you for kink and fun--”
“No, she didn’t,” Alexander interrupted him.
Right, talking about others was off the table, and he’d better keep his mouth shut on that topic, Lyn thought.
“But I did explore my ass to see what all of the excitement is about,” Alexander continued.
“You what? Don’t tell me. Did you put a dildo in?”
“It wasn’t a thick one, but it did the job. As a doctor, I’d feel rather inadequate if I didn’t identify precisely where my prostate is and what I can do to obtain sexual satisfaction that way.”
“You kinky mofo,” Lyn scolded him playfully, while grabbing the slightly damp ball sac between his fingers. It felt so satisfyingly full in his hand.
The image of a serious Alexander, armed with a dildo and trying to give himself satisfaction, was enough to make his cock hard enough to crack nuts with.
Speaking of nuts, he began rubbing his face against Alexander’s balls, enjoying their feel on his skin. It was a weird way of laying claim, but he wanted to have Alexander’s scent all over him. He wanted others to smell Alexander on him and wonder what they were smelling. It was an insane thought, which, for someone who valued having a perfect and neat image to show the outside world, made him shudder with impossible-to-rein-in desire.
He didn’t use his hands to direct Alexander’s cock to his mouth. After the intense practice they’d both had over the last few days, Lyn considered himself capable enough to get his partner off without putting his hands on his cock.
A low moan escaped from his throat as he filled his mouth with as much of Alexander’s wonderful shaft as he could. Slowly, relaxing his throat and using his tongue, he was gobbling his partner’s sex down.
“Fuck, Lyn,” Alexander whispered. “I never thought you’d be so slutty in bed.”
Lyn wanted to argue that they weren’t in bed, but he was unwilling to let go of the awesome sensations triggered by having his mouth and throat full only to protest.
“Ah, sorry. You told me you don’t enjoy name-calling. I’ll take the ‘slutty’ back.”
That was too much. Lyn smacked Alexander’s thigh so hard his palm hurt. As expected, that triggered a small jerk from Alexander, which, in turn, almost made Lyn graze his teeth over the sensitive skin of the organ now in his care.
“What? You want me to call you that?” Alexander asked, his voice filled with urgency. By the way his cock twitched in Lyn’s mouth, it was clear they were both enjoying this bit of name-calling. “I can’t do that, though. I like you too much.”
This time, Lyn used his fist to punch Alexander’s thigh.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” Alexander groaned. “Fine. But I’m no good at dirty talk.”
Sure. As if Lyn would believe Alexander Montgomery III was bad at anything.
“You look so good kneeling at my feet,” Alexander whispered. “You suck me in so well, I might just use you as my personal cocksleeve. Respectfully, of course.”
Lyn used his teeth only a bit, but there was no way he was going to give up on deepthroating his partner to have a good laugh.
Alexander hissed, but it wasn’t all in displeasure. “I told you I’m no good at this,” he said petulantly. “I might have to take lessons.”
Lyn drew back slowly, giving up on the progress he had made to swallow Alexander’s cock to the hilt. He didn’t mind making a show out of it, too, drooping his eyelids and playing along the underside with his tongue until he reached the engorged head.
“You so suck at it,” he said, once he could speak. He grinned, enjoying the miffed expression on Alexander’s face. “But it’s good to know you suck at something.”
“Oh, yeah?” Alexander challenged him.
Lyn wrapped his tongue slowly around the head, teasing the skin. “Yeah, it somehow makes your cock taste so much more delicious.”
“Then I guess it’s a trade-off I can live with,” Alexander promised.
Lyn laughed and went back to swallowing. This time, he wouldn’t allow any interruptions. After all, to guarantee a stellar performance, he needed to put his whole mind and body into it. Resting his hands on Alexander’s strong thighs he went deeper and deeper, controlling his breath.
When his nose was buried in Alexander’s neatly trimmed bush, he felt like a winner. The warm hand on the back of his head emboldened him to continue his ministrations. He pulled only slightly back and then slammed Alexander’s cock down his throat, knowing that the little movement was only teasing without promising release.
Too bad he couldn’t express his satisfaction in words when Alexander finally understood the job description. Wrapping one hand in Lyn’s hair, he began imposing the rhythm he wanted. Lyn opened wider, confident in his ability to serve as a cocksleeve after all, even with the light choking triggered by Alexander’s short, determined moves.
This felt good. It kept him from thinking, too. Alexander was truly using him, adjusting the position of his head so he could fuck his mouth better.
With any other partner, Lyn would’ve run out of the room by now. Sex with Alexander wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but it did, and Lyn couldn’t say he had any regrets.
What he could do, however, was show how much he enjoyed the rough action. His blunt fingernails dug into Alexander’s thighs, while his mouth, tongue and throat worked overtime to give satisfaction.
“Fucking your mouth is everything,” Alexander whispered, increasing his rhythm. “Get ready to take my load, Lyn, I mean it.”
He didn’t have to worry so much about shooting his load, Lyn thought and then had to take it back the next moment because the force of Alexander’s release took him by surprise. He hurried to stifle his gag reflex or what was left of it to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself by failing on the last leg of this fantastic sex journey.
Alexander shouted a few choice obscenities that could hardly be considered a working sentence and held Lyn’s head pressed against his body, while he continued to shoot deep down his throat until the last drop.
It felt like it took a long time. But it gave Lyn all the satisfaction he needed.
He was the one, again and again, capable of making Alexander come undone. Who else could brag about that?
***
It took Lyn less than one minute to regroup and push Alexander down on the bed with his ass up.
“Wow, wow, give a guy a heads-up first,” Alexander joked breathlessly. “You just sucked me dry, and I’m at my most vulnerable.”
“Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge,” Lyn replied. “You do realize that you’re about to get fucked, right?”
“I believe you were quite clear on that point,” Alexander agreed. “That deepthroat blowjob was awesome, by the way.”
“Save the rating and review for later.” Lyn let his fingers move along Alexander’s crack, pressing gently against the hot hole, despite his firm words. He didn’t hesitate for a moment as he leaned over and stuck his tongue in.
“Ah,” Alexander groaned. “Okay, that feels incredibly good.”
Lyn laughed between licks. “You did a number with a dildo on your ass, but not even you could give yourself a rim job. Good to know that I can still surprise you with something.”
“You surprise me with a lot of things.”
Lyn was curious to know what they all were, but after having his mouth and throat fucked and enduring all the arousal that came with that, he could no longer postpone his own release without risking a severe case of blue balls.
He took out his cock since he hadn’t bothered to undress and began dragging it along Alexander’s crack. “Lube,” he said shortly.
“For a moment, I thought you were planning to go in like that,” Alexander said but quickly obeyed.
“Like I’d hurt you on purpose,” Lyn retorted, finding the idea ludicrous.
Not on purpose didn’t count. He must have hurt Alexander in the past numerous times, according to the man in question, so when he was behind his friend waiting to plunge into the sexiest ass he’d ever seen in his life, he could at least behave as he was supposed to.
His fingers trembled from an overload of arousal as he pushed them inside Alexander, earning a small gasp in return. Dammit, he wasn’t going to lose it now, right? His cock brushed the inside of Alexander’s thigh as he proceeded with the necessary preparations.
How did he usually do it with his fuck buddies? His mind was drawing a blank, all his neurons obviously overrun by the need to sink his whole cock inside the searing heat waiting for him.
Alexander was holding a pillow in his arms, his head buried in it. The sounds he was making were enough to make Lyn’s worry about shooting early too damn real.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy the sight of his own cum pouring down the inside of Alexander’s thigh. He could imagine his jizz spread all over Alexander. He’d never run out of ideas of where to cum all over that gorgeous body. And face.
“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. He gripped his cock at the base and gasped at the sensation. The poor thing twitched like crazy.
“Lyn?” Alexander asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Are you going to go in?”
“Yeah, give me a minute.”
Alexander stared over his shoulder. The look of worry on his handsome face put a stop to Lyn’s own.
“Are you losing your erection? I could blow you instead.”
Lyn tsked in disbelief. “Turn back around and stop spying on me. I’m not losing my erection. What I’m about to lose is my load and that’s before I’ve even got the tip in.”
At least the brief interruption had managed to take the edge off, and now Lyn was no longer worried about impending embarrassment. He inched toward Alexander’s sexy behind and pressed him down to position his hole right where he wanted it. The difference in height between them made sex from behind a bit challenging, but Alexander was quick to catch on and parted his legs farther from one another until Lyn could reach the point of entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned the moment his cock entered the tight channel of muscles waiting for him.
Without a doubt, he usually took more time preparing his bottoms, because he had never felt a squeeze like this. Lyn breathed hard, again in dire need to control his impulse to shoot. It was as if his brain only needed to conjure up one word, one single nudge to do that.
He caught Alexander’s hips in his hands and pushed inside.
A short, muffled cry of surprise from Alexander convinced him that he had acted like an asshole but he couldn’t stop himself. He moved in an abrupt rhythm, nothing like he normally used while having sex with others. A wave of pleasure washed over him in an unexpected dopamine rush. Beneath him, Alexander’s labored breathing and barely restrained grunts let him know he was being too rough, too rash.
The squeeze on his cock felt unreal. Lyn thought he bit his bottom lip through, hoping to regain control of himself, at least partially. But the sight of Alexander, splayed out before him like the spoils of conquest, made it impossible to think.
His orgasm hit him hard and all at once. He could feel his ball sac pulling up tight against his body as he shot his entire load inside Alexander’s ass for what felt like minutes.
The pleasure was so intense he couldn’t even see anything for a few moments. It took him at least twice as long as that to realize the reason was he was keeping his eyes closed. His vision returned as his dick stopped shooting and with it his common sense came back, as well.
Alexander’s back was so sweaty, a rivulet had formed along his spine. Lyn pulled out with difficulty and watched as his cum ran out of the ass he’d just abused like a moron.
“Fuck,” he whispered, “that was—I mean, I’m sorry, Alexander.”
His partner turned around so fast and threw his arms around him that he was taken by surprise.
Alexander was searching for his mouth and Lyn had to surrender it even if he could barely breathe after the force of his earlier orgasm. Having Alexander’s sweet tongue in his mouth helped some, in the sense that his worry lessened.
He had to put a hand against Alexander’s chest to stop the kissing, no matter how good it felt.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?”
Alexander smiled at him, although Lyn could still see the signs of their earlier exertions on his handsome features.
“It doesn’t matter,” Alexander said with a shrug. “At least that’s out of the way, right?”
“You,” Lyn grunted, “you can’t be real. For the record, I’m not usually like that. I mean, I don’t rush to get my rocks off and all that. I guess I was too horny, but that’s no excuse.”
Alexander stopped him by capturing Lyn’s cheeks in his palms. His eyes looked so raw and honest Lyn couldn’t look away.
“Let’s do this after, Lyn. Let’s continue,” he said hurriedly.
“What do you mean?”
“I want us to continue to see each other after we leave here,” Alexander said, sounding hopeful and not at all like his usual self.
“Okay, I’m having a hard time following you. I mean, I basically just ripped you a new one, and now you’re suggesting that we continue to see each other… as what? Fuck buddies?”
The frown that followed that question made him reconsider.
Lyn licked his lips. “Boyfriends?” The word came out unnatural, stunted.
The enthusiastic nod reminded Lyn of a puppy, and he couldn’t ignore that. “You’re nuts,” he said. “Wait, do you have a thing for pain?” He stopped Alexander from kissing him again, because it needed to be clarified.
“Not like you’re thinking. Are you scared of pain, Lyn?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Boyfriends?” he repeated like a broken record.
Alexander overcame his resistance and pulled him close for another kiss. “So what if we get hurt? That’s life. Just say ‘yes’, Lyn. That’s all I’m asking.”
It sounded so simple. Maybe it was. Lyn couldn’t think of a single reason why he’d say ‘no’. Nothing was stopping him from doing this, whatever it was, and wherever it led.
“Yes,” he said, allowing Alexander to cover his mouth and kiss him like no one else existed in the whole, wide world.
TBC
Thank you for reading! I knew I'd put you guys on the quest of guessing what's happening with Alexander...
@Derek - Lyn still wants Brad to tell the truth... he won't treat the matter lightly. The truth about Alexander would emerge at some point.
@DavidB - and Brad will continue to put on more layers... that's what I promise.
@Buchanan - since I can't comment on your theories so I don't give spoilers, I won't :) However, you are a bit close for some points. The only thing I'll add is that the reason for Alexander's absence is serious and not just a whim or jealousy. Brad didn't get involved with Lyn for some very important reasons (and what you mention is only a part of it). Bella... well, she has her own surprises for the readers :)
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