19 comments/ 58812 views/ 59 favorites Loving Alex Storm By: MilkChocolateAmazon This is my first submission so constructive criticism is welcome. Feel free to tell me whether to continue or not. I don't want to continue with a story people are not enjoying. Thanks. * "Does anyone know why Romeo would kill himself just because he thought Juliet dead?" my professor asked looking around the class speculatively. She looks at me expectantly so I drawl, "Because he couldn't stand the thought of not getting laid again?" The class bursts into laughter but Mrs. Dahlia has raised her eyebrows and is looking at me with a We-Are-Not-Amused expression. "If you do not have anything constructive to say, Mr Tyler, then I'd appreciate if you did not say anything at all." Bitch, I think. She knows I hate when she calls me by my surname but I'm in no position to argue so I settle for scowling at her instead. English Literature, as you can probably tell, is not one of my favourite subjects. I just can't seem to grasp how reading and dissecting books and poetry is any fun. Mrs. Dahlia, of course, realises this and spends most of the lessons trying to bait me into answering stupid questions. However, being that I passed all my subjects except this one, it is a necessary evil that I must put up with. I'm just in the process of thinking up evil ways of getting rid of Mrs. Dahlia when I hear a soft, melodic voice from the back of the class. I frown, not recognising whose voice it is and so crane my neck around to see who is speaking. It's shy guy, otherwise known as Alexander Storm. The guy is so quiet I forget he's even in my class. He's giving Mrs. Dahlia the answer to her question and from the smile playing on her lips; I know she likes what she's hearing. Again, I'm scowling. It's not that I don't like Alex. It's just that he's so brilliant at English and although he doesn't speak much, when he does it's so insightful an answer that even a dumbass like me understands. But just because I respect his talent doesn't mean I have to be his number one fan. The bell rings and I'm up out of my chair like a shot. Today I'm meeting my new roommate and I'm slightly worried that they're going to turn out to be some freaky weirdo. As I rush through the halls I'm stopped repeatedly by people- Ok girls- who want to flirt or attract my attention. I'm what you call popular. No. 1 in the Rifle club, I speak 3 languages (English, Spanish and French) and I'm captain of the Rugby team. Standing at 6'2" 230 lbs with what have been known to be called 'mysterious' grey eyes, full lips and short, silky black hair doesn't do me any harm either. Unfortunately for these girls, I'm gay. This, however doesn't seem to act as a deterrent. Most guys would get bullied for being openly gay at my college but soon as most guys can't break a jaw with a single punch, people are happy enough to accept me as I am. I make it to my hall just in time to notice a pair of long legs disappear into my room. When I enter the room there's a back facing me. I cough pointedly to attract his attention and when he turns around our faces are a mirror image of disbelief. "Seth Tyler" "Alex Storm" Of all the people in the world. Why him? I make an effort to smile but inside I'm pissed. An entire campus of people and they stick me with Alex fucking Storm. Mr I'm so fucking clever. The hostility must be coming off me in waves now because he's looking distinctly uncomfortable and his cheeks have gone red. As a show of friendliness I offer my hand and he takes mine, surprising me with a firm grip. I also notice his hands are incredibly soft. "Um... I know you probably don't want me as your roommate- Fucking understatement. "-but I'd really like for us to get along and perhaps know each other better" I realise I'm scowling, so I plaster a smile a smile on my face and enthuse falsely "No it's fine. I'm sure we'll get on great" Like a fucking house on fire, I think sarcastically. I immediately regret it when I see the smile of genuine joy on his face. He's quite sweet if I think about it. Some would say beautiful. He's about 6"1' with a leaner frame than mine and big luminous green eyes, a halo of blond hair and luscious full red lips. My mind wanders and I briefly imagine them wrapped around my... Whoa. Now where did that come from? I steer my mind away from these forbidden thoughts and instead show Alex to his side of the room. I explain to him that I'm sometimes a messy roommate almost daring him to challenge this but instead he treats me to another of his brilliant smiles. "That's fine, my brother was messy too." I notice the flicker of sadness in his eyes and wonder what the story is there. Before I can enquire, he's telling me he has to get the rest of his stuff and he's gone before I can even react. I decide to have a nosey on his side of the room and notice the picture of him and another boy propped up on his dressing table. For reasons beyond me my stomach lurches and for a split second I'm consumed with jealousy. "That's my brother" a voice informs me at my side. I didn't hear him come in and I nearly jump out of my skin, acting like a naughty school child getting caught doing something he shouldn't have. I also feel stupid for assuming that the boy in the picture was his lover. I splutter "I'm sorry" confused as to why I am so nervous in his presence. "Don't worry about it." He sits down on his bed heavily. "He's gone now" "Gone where?" He gives me a watery smile, "I mean he's dead." I immediately curse myself for being so dense. I sit down next to him and awkwardly pat his shoulder trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry" I repeat again. Before I can say anything else he's burst into tears and is sobbing uncontrollably into my shoulder. Now I really feel awkward. I'm not used to people using my shirt as a tissue and so acting on nothing more than instinct I wrap my huge arms around him and mumble that everything's going to be okay. Not exactly the most helpful of words but I really don't know what to say. I suddenly feel a rush of tenderness towards him and am surprised by how much my feelings towards him have changed in just the space of a few minutes. I continue to rock him while he spills his heart out to me. At 16, two years younger than Alex, his brother had contracted viral pneumonia which severely weakened his heart. He needed a transplant but before a suitable match could be found he had died. His mother was not taking his death well and his dad was refusing to grieve making the situation even worse. In order to escape with his sanity he had applied for student accommodation and taken the first offer he had been given. By the end of this outpouring I'm almost in tears myself. Eventually his sobbing lessens and then ceases completely. "Alex?" I call softly. I lift the hair off his face and peer into his face, realising he has fallen asleep. Impulsively I wipe away his tears and carry him to his bed. I remove his clothes leaving him clad only in his boxers. I can't help but admire his sleeping form and before I've realised what I'm doing, I've planted a soft kiss on his beautiful lips. Instantly I'm appalled. Kissing someone who has given you no inclination as to whether they are gay or not was not something I wanted to indulge in. He stirred and I froze expecting him to wake up and deck me one but instead he lets out a sigh and turns onto his side. I slink into bed and make a conscious effort not to stroke myself to how enticing his body felt and the wonderful taste of his gorgeously soft mouth. * Loving Alex Storm Ch. 02 Thank you everybody for your comments on the first chapter. They were very encouraging. Here's Chapter 2, hopefully you won't be disappointed. * So after the whole 'kiss' episode I did the mature thing and instead of confronting my feelings I made it my mission to avoid Alex at all costs. I was the last one in and the first one out of class and I made sure that I was either in bed "sleeping" before or after Alex was. I managed to keep this going for a good few weeks. Inevitably Alex accosted me. "Have I done something to upset you?" He asked solemnly. His eyes were downcast and I felt like the smallest person in the world for making him look so sad. "No" "It's just that ever since I told you about my brother you seem to be avoiding me. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just needed someone to talk to and I thought..." He trails off miserably. I feel like a right bastard now so I put my arm around his shoulders and smile charmingly. "I'm glad you could talk to me about your...um...feelings. I feel like I know you better now." And now I want you. "And I haven't been ignoring you; I've just been really busy with work. English isn't exactly my best subject so I've been putting in extra hours." I feel bad for lying to him considering all I have to do is ask him for help if I really need it. The look of relief on his face, however, is enough to assuage my guilt. In an attempt to quash his fears I ask him if he wants to go out somewhere tonight. Before the words are even out of my mouth I regret them instantly. The thought of spending an entire night with him; watching him dancing and gyrating to music already has my heart drumming with anticipation and my groin tingling. I don't think I can make it through the night. Already graphic images of me slamming him against a wall, grinding myself into his stomach and raping his mouth with my tongue are insinuating themselves into my mind. "That'd be great!" he says enthusiastically. "OK, I'll see you later then" * Alex and I are going out, I think as I stand in the shower. The water soothes my body if not the turmoil of my mind. My thoughts wander to Alex and those satiny lips. My cock hardens almost instantly. I rove my hands over my stomach and up my chest grazing my fingers lightly over my nipples. They stiffen immediately and I gasp in arousal. My other hand gropes down desperately and I grasp my swollen cock, pushing the foreskin back, revealing the shiny head. I run a finger over my slit and am rewarded with an outpouring of precum. I stroke my shaft imagining my hand is Alex's. I jack myself harder moaning his name. "Stroke me harder, Alex" I groan "You feel so fucking good." My balls start to tighten so I run two fingers over the mushroom head of my cock gathering the precum leaking there and push them hurriedly into my arse. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as my fingers stretch my arsehole maddeningly, making my cock swell to even greater proportions. I pump my cock and fingers furiously, seeking my orgasm. Conjuring up an image of Alex; his soft mouth locked around my cock, whilst my fingers stroke my prostate, pushes me over the edge. My back arches, eyes rolling into the back of my skull and my arse clenches tightly on the fingers buried there. My cock explodes, gushing streams of thick cum onto the shower floor. My knees buckle as my balls empty and I find myself on the shower floor groaning loudly, waiting for the aftershocks of my orgasm to pass. Steadying myself, I finish washing and exit the shower on unsteady legs. I open the door and I'm startled to find Alex. "How long have you been here?" I manage to choke out, nervously. "I just got here. Are you okay? You seem a bit anxious. You still want to go, right?" He queries; mistaking my fear of being overheard for me having second thoughts. I assure him I do and thank God that I jacked off in the shower otherwise I would've been rock hard at the sight of him. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt outlining sexy broad shoulders and a lithe chest. His jeans are black too and I barely manage to pull my eyes away from where his cock is concealed before I completely humiliate myself. His hair's falling in waves over his forehead, partially covering one eye and he's looking up at me innocently from beneath beatific long lashes. For a moment I'm mesmerised. It's all I can do not to rip off his clothes and bury myself between his svelte, slender thighs. "Earth to Seth." He teases amicably. "Are you going to get dressed or not?" He's smiling now and I'm wildly embarrassed that he's somehow become aware of the obscene desires running through my mind. I dress quickly conscious of him across the room and then we're off. "Jack's having a party at his place so we're going there, alright?" "Alright" When we get to the party I can tell he's nervous. He's not keen on leaving my side and when I finally manage to convince him that he'll be fine, he makes it a point to stay by himself. (There goes my fantasy of watching him gyrate!) I, however, am there to have a good time and proceed to dance with anyone who'll have me. About an hour of dancing and eight cans of beer later I take a break and am dismayed to discover I can't see Alex. I stumble around looking for him and eventually come across him in the garden where he's taken off his shoes, rolled up his trousers and is dangling his feet in the pool. "Wassup Alex?" He ignores me. For some reason (well, other than the alcohol) this riles me and I grasp his arm. "Don't ignore me!" I thunder. He scoffs and shrugs my hand off. "The last time I checked you weren't the one who got ditched." He imparts this sarcastically, the sentence dripping with venom. I'm shocked. I didn't think shy Alex could do sarcasm. Inexplicably my cock twinges with desire and I want him even more. "You're all let downs. It doesn't matter if you're fathers, brothers or friends." He says bitterly. "You all leave me eventually." With that he stands up, puts on his shoes and tears out of the garden and through the house. I'm a little slow from the alcohol but I run after him regardless. "Alex! Alex!" I can see him as he runs wildly through the front door and into the street. I'm calling his name repeatedly but he refuses to stop. He runs blindly into the road. I see the car before he does and suddenly I'm gripped by panic and fear. Pained by all the things I haven't been brave enough to stay to him. "Alex! Car! Stop goddamit! Stop!" He sees it but he's already in its path and it's too late for him to stop. The car looms closer and closer and... ...There's a sickening crunch and Alex cries out as he hits the ground hard on his back. His leg's at an awkward angle and there's blood pooling around his head. "Alex!" I'm in tears now, practically hysterical. "Oh God, Alex!" His hand reaches for my face and he whimpers brokenly, "Don't leave me." A tear slides from the corner of his eye and his hand falls listlessly to the ground. Cradling him, I stroke his forehead, pushing aside his blood soaked hair and whisper into his ear, "I won't ever leave you, Alex. I love you." Loving Alex Storm Ch. 03 Thank you everybody, once again for the feedback. Sorry this chapter has taken so long to be forthcoming but University is not as easy going as I'd expected. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines! Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy. * "Alex! Car! Stop goddamit! Stop!" Too late. The sickening crunch, the pool of blood, the crumpled form, those pleading words. Alex. I'm awake instantly. Sweat soaking my clothes; tears streaming down my face as I remember. Rubbing at my tears, I look up from my vigil by Alex's bedside and gaze at him. I wince again at the large bandage around his head; the violent bruise that's formed on his cheek. He sustained a split lip, a few bruised ribs and his right leg is supported high in a cast. After watching the blood stain his hair and his hand fall from my face to the floor, I was convinced I'd lost him. The minutes seemed to drag by relentlessly as I waited for the ambulance to arrive. Thoughts of words I may never get to say plagued me. I kept stroking his hair; whispering how much I loved him. I didn't care if he couldn't hear; I told him anyway. When finally the ambulance arrived and we got to the hospital, he was whisked off to surgery. I paced like a caged tiger in the small waiting room feeling trapped and helpless. The waiting was excruciating, the clock on the wall mocking me tirelessly until I was ready to rip it from the wall and smash it to pieces. Eventually the doctor came in and told me that Alex had suffered a few significant injuries but none were life threatening. I let out a huge rush of breath that I seemed to have been holding in forever; nearly breaking the doctor's ribs when I hugged him in a mixture of relief and gratitude. He smiled kindly at my reaction, and then led me to a room where Alex lay pale and unconscious. Looking at him now I'm consumed with guilt. I dragged him to that party and instead of looking out for him; I selfishly left him to his own devices. If it wasn't for me none of this would have happened. Alex wouldn't have been pissed off and he wouldn't have run out into the road and nearly been killed. My eyes well up again and I burrow my head in shame into the sheets on his bed. "I'm sorry." I choke out, despairingly. "I'm so sorry." Suddenly there's a hand in my hair, comforting me. "Sorry for what?" A hoarse voice whispers. I raise my head and stare at him. He's awake. My Alex is awake and yet my voice has deserted me. His green eyes are looking at me intensely, searing my soul. "Sorry for what?" He repeats. "I'm sorry for abandoning you at the party. If I hadn't left you, then you wouldn't have got mad and run into the road and..." "Been hit by a car?" "Right" I confirm miserably. "Don't feel guilty, Seth. It wasn't your fault. I was looking forward to going out with you and I guess I was a bit jealous when you went off and had fun without me. Anyways the car didn't kill me. I'm alive aren't I?" Through my tears (God, I'm becoming a right wimp) I realise something. Alex was jealous. Jealous? What does that mean? Before I can enquire, Alex's hand moves from my hair to my face; thumbing away my tears. "Don't cry, Seth. I'm fine. I promise." * I'm still pondering on Alex's confession of jealousy a week later. I'm really confused now. I love him but his feeling towards me, I've yet to decipher. Is he jealous because I left him to socialise with other people? Or is he jealous I didn't grind and dance the night away with him? And what's all this talk about people leaving him? I couldn't leave him if I tried. (Took you long enough to work that out, Sherlock. I think, sarcastically. Maybe you should tell him that sometime.) We've become really close now that he's dependent on me. I change his bandages, make sure he takes his pills and escort him to and from our classes. I know his favourite colour is black; his favourite films are The Godfather trilogy, he adores white chocolate and he wants to be a writer. This routine continues for a few months; my knowledge about him growing ever larger. And for every day of those months I convince myself that I'll tell him again how I feel, how much he means to me but everyday I find an excuse not to. (Basically I'm a coward when it comes to admitting emotion.) Eventually Alex is almost back to his old self. His bruises have disappeared but he still needs a weekly visit to the physiotherapist for his ribs and leg. After a particularly strenuous session we return home and he collapses onto his bed and promptly wipes out. I get a basin of warm soapy water and wash him down. Trying not to upset his ribs too much I pull off his t-shirt and slowly and meticulously wash his torso. I feel the hard planes of his muscles under his skin whilst I wash away his sweat. I pass the wash cloth over his nipples wanting to linger but not daring to and then move to clean his underarms. Once I've finished with his upper body, I remove his tracksuit bottoms and boxers. My eyes devour him; my breathing becomes deeper and more erratic as I struggle for control. I start from his ankles, rubbing the cloth over his perfect calves and up to his silky thighs. I'm fascinated by the contrast of his solid thighs and his smooth hairlessness. Eventually I reach his crotch using the flannel to cleanse his sac. I massage his orbs gently cleaning away all the sweat accumulated there. Proceeding to his cock I cleanse quickly too, less I give into temptation. Once I'm finished I put him in a clean pair of boxers, a t-shirt and decide to go for a walk to cool down and clear my head. I leave and walk aimlessly eventually settling on a bench in the park. I sit watching the happy couples passing by (Fucking typical considering how shit I feel), the wind lifting the leaves on the trees; wondering what to do about Alex. I nearly lost him and still I can't muster the courage to tell him how I feel. Sometimes I feel like he knows from the way he looks at me but other times I'm convinced it's just my imagination. I find it ironic that I can take on an entire team of giant muscled men when playing rugby but when it comes to I opening my mouth to tell someone how much they mean to me, I clam up. Suddenly anger rears its ugly head and I'm livid with myself. I can't believe I'm being such a stupid prick. Alex nearly died and I don't even have the balls to tell him how I feel. I propel myself off the bench and head home determined to tell him exactly how I feel. At the same time I'm praying frantically that he doesn't reject me. I don't think I could bear that. I head home, hand trembling as I put the key in the lock. I'm greeted by Alex still in his boxers. I gulp audibly. "Hey where have you been?" He asks, smiling. "For a walk. I need to talk to y-" He interrupts me. "Before you finish I just want to say thank you for looking after me (Cute. He's blushing) and so to show my appreciation I've got us a meal." He's beaming at me. "I've bought your favourite. Chinese." All thoughts of confession are stalled temporarily as my stomach grumbles in reply. "OK, thanks." I say grudgingly. I eat dinner like I'm partaking in the last supper. After this Alex may never want to see me again so I savour his company trying to eat as slowly as possible. "You OK, Seth? Is your food alright?" "It's great." I reply. We eat in companionable silence. Once we're done Alex wants to watch a film. It's an action movie which usually I'd love but today I'm too preoccupied to enjoy it. Time passes and eventually the film finishes. Alex turns off the T.V and retires to bed. I pass him a glass of water and his pills then go to the bathroom. Splashing water on my face; I look at myself in the mirror, taking deep calming breaths. I He doesn't answer so I try again. "Alex?" Ok, this was not how I envisaged this happening. He's supposed to be awake, but I decide to confess all anyway. Maybe subconsciously he'll hear me. (Sure) "Well..." And before I can stop myself, the words are pouring from my heart, out of my mouth. "I'm glad I met you and that you're my roommate. I'm glad you can talk to me about your family, your likes and your dislikes, your life. I'm really grateful you didn't die in that accident because if you had I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." I tell him he's everything I want, everything I need. I love him. The words keep coming, flowing over one another in my haste to get them out. Eventually I wilt beside his bed; spent. "I love you so much, Alex." I kneel and place my lips upon his. Immediately I'm startled by a hand snaking its way into my hair and I feel Alex's tongue rub against my own. I pull away, panting. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do that?" He whispers against my lips, his breath caressing them, making me shudder. "You were awake that whole time!" I exclaim, disbelievingly. Then the full meaning of his words hits me. "You have feelings for me too?" I ask dumbly. He laps at the corner of my mouth and says, "Of course I do, you idiot. Why do you think I got upset and nearly ended up 6 feet under? I was jealous and wanted you to spend all your time with me and well, you didn't." He confesses. "Do you think I'd spill my emotions to anybody? And I don't just let anyone kiss me you know." He teases. I switch on the lamp and grin down at him, losing myself in those emerald pools. I move next to him and remove my t-shirt. I rest my back against his headrest and position him to straddle my thighs. "Can I kiss you again?" I ask, desperately aroused. "You can do more than that." He husks, gazing at me shyly. I groan and claim his mouth, licking at his soft full lips, tasting him, lusting him, wanting him. I kiss him harder; parting his lips easily and massaging his tongue with mine. Eventually we pull apart for breath and he sighs into my neck, contentedly. God. I really do love him. Hot breath against my ear, he says simply, "I know. I heard you the first time." Did I just speak aloud? "Heard me?" "Just before I passed out after being hit by the car. You promised you'd never leave me and you said "I love you."" "You heard me and you didn't say anything?" I'm slightly outraged. Grinding his crotch into mine he lowers his head and begins trailing kisses up my chest. "After the hospital and all the drugs I figured I'd imagined it. You never said anything afterward or gave me any signs so I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. I'd rather have had you as a friend than nothing at all." "Oh God." I groan as his tongue laves my nipples "You should have told me. I've been agonising for months." "No more talking." He growls around my nipple, eliciting another groan from my lips. He straightens up and tugs his shirt over his head. "You love me and I love you. Now show me how much." His admission that he loves me coupled with his demand nearly pushes me over the edge. I run my hands over his torso feeling the sinews of his muscles and carefully push him backwards onto his back. I devour his mouth again, groaning as our tongues collide and we share each others flavour. I leave his panting mouth and slowly kiss my way down his heaving chest. My tongue plays about his lower stomach before dipping into his navel playfully. I follow his pleasure trail to the top of his boxers and stop. Alex bucks his hips frantically as I tease his cock through his boxers with the warmth of my breath. "What do you want Alex?" "I want... I want you to touch..." "Touch what, Alex?" I lightly graze a finger over the hardness of his cock and watch it jump. He whimpers beneath me; the wet spot on his underwear growing larger. His sensitivity intrigues me and suddenly something occurs to me. "Alex. Are you a virgin?" I hear him murmur something. "Alex?" "Yes." I move up his body and look into his face. His eyes are shut tight and his body has gone tense. I run my tongue over his lips and watch his eyes open; filled with apprehension. I move to suck on his earlobe and whisper to him, "I'm going to enjoy corrupting you Alex Storm; your body, especially. I'm going to bury myself into your tightness and listen to you scream for me; scream for more." Alex writhes frantically beneath me, begging me wantonly to touch him now. I move swiftly, ripping down his boxers and swallowing his cock to the root in one go. I take his 6" down my throat easily and revel in his sultry moans. His fingers run through my hair; nails scratching my scalp. I raise my head slightly and suction my lips tightly on his cock head, drawing sensations up his shaft. Using my fingers I squeeze gently on his balls eliciting mewls of pleasure from those satiny lips. This continues until his cock is leaking a continuous stream of precum down my throat. I love his salty, slightly bitter taste and engulf him down my throat again. I contract my throat muscles and this pushes him over the edge. He lets out a strangled moan, his fingers tighten in a death grip on my hair and his hips buck uncontrollably; fucking his spurting cock deeper into my throat. Eventually he goes limp and I wait for him to look at me, whereupon I lick my lips wickedly and say, "Hmmmm. You taste good." I watch in amusement as he blushes a deep red. "You're still hard." He informs me, reaching into my pants. I groan as his fingers wrap themselves around my length. Alex moves his hand away. "What do you want, Seth?" He mimics me tortuously. "Don't tease, Alex. Put your hand back; touch me again." I beg. I lean back against the headrest and let Alex strip me of my trousers and boxers. We're both naked now and I admire the leanness of his form. Alex straddles me again and wraps his hand around my shaft, stroking up and down softly. I know I won't last if I don't stop him so I pull his hand off my cock and place him on his back again. Crossing the room at lightning speed, I reach into my bedside draw and retrieve the lube and a condom. Back at the bed I notice Alex has regained his hardness. I spread his legs, pushing his knees up with his feet flat on the bed. I cup his smooth velvety ball sac before taking each smooth sphere delicately into my mouth. I suck gently and am rewarded with a low groan from Alex. After I've laved his balls in saliva, I move down further to his tightly furled flesh. I spread his arse cheeks wide and probe with my tongue at his hole. I circle his sensitive flesh, revelling in his damp cleft. He's tight and it takes a while for me to open him up to take my tongue. I delve into his heat, tasting his musk whilst enjoying him bucking and pushing himself into my face. "Ugh, Seth... Oh God... that feels soooo good..." I smile and lube a finger, then push it slowly into his arse. He groans loudly. "Does that feel good?" "Yes!" He hisses. "Do you want another one?" He nods his head at me desperately so I push another finger along side the other one buried in his arse. His muscles contract around me tightly whilst I slowly fuck his arse with my fingers preparing him for my cock. He feels good; tight and hot and pure sex. Eventually I manage to scissor three of my fingers in his hole and I know he's as ready as he'll ever be. I pull him up, straddling me again and kiss him roughly. "It's time for me to fuck you properly now." I say, opening the condom. "Wait." He says halting my hand. "I want to feel you inside me, without a condom." He lowers his eyes. "I want you to feel you come inside me." I growl, tossing the condom to the floor and spread his arse cheeks. I insert the tip of my cock into his hole and push him down onto my cock watching his face contort as he descends. "Am I hurting you?" "No." And I gasp in a mixture of shock and pleasure as he pushes himself fully down onto my cock, letting out a scream as he forces me to bottom out inside him. "You, okay?" I gasp in concern. "Yes." He's breathing rapidly into my neck as his muscles flutter around me in protest. I wait for him to adjust to my intrusion; stroking my hands up and down his back, kneading out the tension I can feel there. I whisper in his ear encouragement and eventually he lets me know he's ready for me to move. Groping his arse, I lift him slowly, until the head of my cock grazes his hole then push him down slowly again. He grunts at the movement and I enjoy the feel of his hot, moist rectum engulfing me repeatedly. We continue to move against each other; bodies slick with sweat as we moan and groan and grunt with exertion. Alex pushes himself harder onto my cock with every down thrust making me sigh with pleasure. He's so very tight and it takes all of my willpower not to explode into his arse immediately. His fingers roam over my back and shoulders, eventually reaching my nipples where he proceeds to torture them with his tongue and fingers. He laves at one then the other, biting down gently until I buck beneath him. He blows on them, causing them to grow even stiffer. I can't take any more of his hot mouth so I grasp his hair and force his lips onto mine. I suck at his full lower lip then plunge my tongue into his mouth possessively. He pulls away gasping for breath and my breathing gets harsher as he grabs onto my shoulders, looks me in the eyes and rides me into oblivion. "Alex!" I gasp. "You're so fucking tight-" My breath catches in my throat as he takes the opportunity to clench even tighter on my cock whilst he rides me; watching me intently from hooded slits. "Oh God, Alex, you're so hot. Do that again." I moan appreciatively. I rasp as he clenches his tight arse muscles on me again, smiling a mischievous little smile. The feel of his hot, velvet walls massaging my length is driving me crazy. I decide I can't let him do all the teasing so I slow down the pace and change my angle to hit his prostate. I know when I've got it because his face loses its previously mischievous twinkle and instead his eyes roll into the back of his skull, his body jerks and his nails dig into my shoulders, hard, drawing blood. I continue to batter against his prostate, grunting in ecstasy as I watch him writhe and whine against me in pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" I mange to breath out. "No! Your cock feels so big. It's stretching me, making me feel so, ugh, full!" The pounding of my cock against Alex's prostate has the desired effect; his arse tightens up even more and he starts babbling incoherently. I can't stand the tightness of his sweet arse for much longer so I start thrusting hard up into his arse, seeking completion. Alex grabs his cock and begins to whimper incessantly and I know he's close. I swat his hand away, wanting him to come just from the pounding of my cock. He looks at me confused so I whisper into his ear for him to trust me. He nods his assent and I continue to grind furiously against him. "Ride me Alex. That's right baby, ugh, just like that. Do you want to come?" "Please...please, Seth, please..." He begs desperately. "Please what?" As I twist his nipples, roughly. "Let me come..." I caress his fine arse and smile slyly. "Beg me." I command. Alex is gasping and sobbing as I now alternate between caressing and slapping at his tight arse. "Seth, ugh, please, make me come. I need to come..." "How much?" I taunt prolonging his agony. "Real fucking bad!" He gasps unevenly and I'm impressed with his need to use expletives. "I'm begging you, Seth. I have to come...please..." "Your wish is my command." I re-double my efforts in his hole, slamming his arse down to meet the frenzied thrusts of my cock. His sobbing reaches a crescendo and suddenly his back arches, he lets out an impassioned scream and his cock begins spraying a hot load of thick cream between us, soaking our chests, stomachs and necks. His screaming coupled with the relentless constricting of his impossibly tight muscles causes me to orgasm deliriously. His arched back makes him sink deeper onto me and I thrust violently once, twice, three times into his arse, forcing him take my cock to the deepest parts of him whilst I coat his heavenly core with hot spurts of my cream. I'm howling out rapturously as his arse milks me and sensation overtakes my body. Eventually my hips stop thrusting and Alex collapses limply against my chest, his come gluing us together. Loving Alex Storm Ch. 03 "Alex, I love you." I run my fingers through his hair, down his back, stopping where we're still joined together. "I love you, too." He murmurs sleepily against my chest so I pull myself from his arse and lay down, pulling him to my chest and the sheet over us. I fall asleep almost instantly, content. * It's morning when I wake and for a moment I'm confused, convinced the events of last night were nothing more than a brilliant dream. But I'm assured when I feel Alex grinding his arse into my crotch. My cock hardens instantly and I hear a chuckle. I grind my cock back into his arse and reach around him for one of his gorgeous nipples. "Don't even think about it, Seth." He warns, mock-sternly. I can hear the smile in his voice. He turns over and motions to our chests. "We need a shower." I arch an eyebrow at him suggestively. This is going to be fun. * Thanks for reading. I'm playing around with the idea of maybe continuing with Alex and Seth. Depends on the feedback, I guess. Feedback is welcome and don't forget to vote please; it's nice to know whether or not your writing is appreciated. xxx Loving Alex Storm Ch. 04 Due to the numerous emails I have received in regards to continuing this story, I thought it best to do another one so here it is. I hope you like it and thank you again to everyone for their kind words of encouragement. * "What a wonderful world..." He sings happily. I pounce on him as he enters the room, making him drop his bags whilst I devour his pretty mouth. My hands move frantically over his body, unbuttoning and unzipping as I go. "Where have you been?" "I..." He gasps, sentence unfinished as I drag his t-shirt over his head and bite at one of his dusky nipples. "Seth, please..." "Please what?" I taunt. He gasps again when I push his boxers and jeans down his legs, revealing his arousal to me. "Bed. Now. On your knees, hands on the headboard." I watch him go, impressed by his acquiescence. "Mmmm, so very obedient." I stalk towards him on the bed then nuzzle at his neck whilst stroking his back. Slowly I run my tongue down the line of his spine until I reach the small of his back. I nip at him playfully. "You want me, Alex?" "Uh huh." He moans. "Touch me..." "You giving me orders, baby?" He shakes his head vehemently. "Please, Seth, please..." "Well... soon as you asked so nicely..." Immediately I grasp the taut globes of his arse and dive in, running my tongue down his crease. He bucks forward, grunting harshly. "You like that?" I ask from between his cheeks. "Yes, God yes." Sealing my mouth around his hole I circle it with my tongue, stroking his downy arse all the while. I revel in his taste, pushing my tongue deep and lashing at his walls. Enjoying his desperate moaning and writhing, I tongue him leisurely, moistening his chasm. When he's suitably loose, wet and pliable, I sink two of my fingers into his arse. A pleasurable groan escapes him and his back arches sexily. Running a hand through his sandy hair, I grasp a handful and bring his head to my shoulder. I lick the curve of his ear and enjoy his hips thrusting back to meet my fingers, frequent whines slipping from between his lips. "You want more, baby?" He mewls out a "Please." "I didn't hear that, baby." I twist my fingers hard into him, rubbing at his sweet spot. "I want more, Seth. Need more. Please..." Removing my fingers from his hair, I reach into the dresser for the lube. Flipping the lid, I pour a liberal amount onto my straining erection. Panting, I guide myself to his opening and watch as the head is slowly engulfed. Simultaneously, we both moan. "More?" He doesn't answer, instead throwing back his hips and sheathing me completely with moist, searing heat. Exhaling a torturous groan, I try to bury myself deeper. "You need this bad, don't you, baby?" He nods his head frantically, furiously tossing his hips back to meet mine. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I press him close to me whilst torturing his nipples with my other hand. His head jerks on my shoulder and I listen with reverent delight as pleas fall rapidly from his lips. I take long, languorous strokes into his arse, loving the way he yields to me. I ride him long and hard, pushing my hips, this way and that, finding his hot spot and increasing his desperate cries further. Feathering my fingers down his sensitive sides causes him to buck and shift beneath me, making me grind harder into his arse. Slowly, I run a hand to his slippery cock, teasing him lightly. He takes a hand off the headboard and attempts to get me to grip him harder. I cease my thrusting, taking my hand completely away from him and pinning his to the wall. "Did I say you could touch yourself, Alex?" "No, but..." "But what, Alex?" "I wanna come, Seth. Please let me come." His pleading ignites me further and without warning, I thrust hard into him, straight into his sweet spot. His head rolls again on my shoulder and he shudders against me. This time, I don't let up, simply driving myself into him over and over again; feeling his muscles as they clutch and work at me, pushing me closer to orgasm. My hand works on his cock, an endless stream of precum coating it and I lift it to his face. Without prompting, I feel Alex's tongue run over my fingers. Almost instantly I lose it. Planting my mouth on his throat, I growl and spasm against him; come spouting from my cock and filling his passage. Wanting to take him with me, I grind my deflating hard-on into his prostate and jack his cock. My efforts are rewarded when I feel his sphincter clinch down around me. My sensitive cock responds further by releasing a few more spurts of come and I suck harder at his throat. Alex continues to shudder against my chest, his muscles unwilling to release me. Eventually he calms and slumps onto me, breathing erratic, cock still jerking in my hand as he coats the headboard with his release. I kiss the spot on his neck where my mouth was latched onto, noticing the dark bruise ready to form there. "You can't just ambush me like that when I come in the door, Seth, I could have been with someone." I laugh into his neck and hug him tighter to me. "I just gave you great sex and you give me a lecture. I hardly think that's fair." He elbows me lightly in the ribs and I feel ripples of laughter flow through his body. "Life aint fair, Seth Tyler." He jests, turning his head and kissing me softly. "But you're right, that was great sex." Seeing him exposed, shyness abandoned, a sudden idea forms in my head. "I'm taking you to Heaven." He smiles mischievously. "I thought you just did." I smile back at him and roll my eyes with mock-exasperation. "I'm talking about the club, Einstein." I release him, taking his hand to lead him to the bathroom, making a mental note to clean the headboard once we're finished. "Tomorrow's Friday and I wanna watch you dance and move those enticing hips of yours." I grin, roguishly. "To music specifically and not just our feral grunts." "Seth, I can't... I mean... I'm not..." I push him into the shower and turn on the water, its warmth soothing and cleansing as I kneel at his feet. "You'll be fine. Trust me." And with that I devour his cock. He moans and pushes against my face, all thoughts of protest forgotten. Hmmm. Much better. * Damn he's fine. It's Friday night and I'm watching Alex wriggle into a pair of tight dark blue jeans. He's already managed to make me drool with the white t-shirt he has on, moulding itself perfectly to the hard ridges of his stomach and chest. "Maybe we shouldn't go out." I tease. "You've already turned me on just by getting dressed." He blushes and drops his head, blonde hair falling adorably over his forehead. Too cute. "Come on, let's go or I'll be forced to jump you right now." Catching the tube is the usual nightmare and before we make it to our station at Charing Cross, my foot has been stepped on twice, Alex has been shoved and we've both had to endure the sweet smell of body odour. We're distinctly relieved when we finally do make it, hot footing it up the escalators and into the night air. Gaining entrance to the club is relatively easy with the minor exception of an overzealous security guard who is way to touchy-feely for my liking. Alex is nervous and tense watching the masses of people dance and grind together, so I make a beeline towards the bar. I order rum & coke and Vodka with red bull for Alex. We swallow down our drinks and I move to the dance floor, taking a slightly reluctant Alex with me. I sway my body to the music, enjoying the beat as it courses through me. Alex is still reluctant to dance so I accost the woman walking around selling shots and buy three. I give two to Alex and take the remaining one for myself. I advise him to close his eyes and feel the music; let it guide him. After an hour or so and another Vodka red bull, he loosens slowly and dancing with him becomes another mind blowing experience. He grinds his hips wickedly against mine, pushing them towards me then pulling away quickly when he feels me push myself closer. I watch his face, eyes closed, moist lips parted but quirked in a small smile. "Tease." I whisper into his ear. The smile transforms into a grin and he manoeuvres himself around, now grinding his arse into my front. He throws his hips back seductively against mine, grinding slowly, laughing at me when my breathing quickens and stutters as a result. I wrap an arm around his waist, gratified by our shared movement, our hips moving against each other, lost to the music. "What happened to Mr. Shy and Uncomfortable?" He moves a hand and grasps the back of my neck, turning his face to mine, another smile playing about his lips. "Music and alcohol got him." I grin and push my mouth onto his; moaning as his exceptionally talented hips and tongue drive me to distraction. He pulls away from me, wagging his finger at me in mock-warning. "Uh uh. You said we came to watch me dance." I frown in confusion until he clambers onto the runway-like stage in the middle of the club and proceeds again to surprise me, this time provoking my jaw to drop. In his slightly buzzed state, Alex manages to set the club ablaze. Mesmerised, I watch his hips sway to the throb of the music. One of his hands reaches just under the top of his jeans and he opens his eyes, fixing his jade gaze on me before beckoning me with the index finger of his other hand. The strobe lighting flashes against him brilliantly. Usher's, This aint sex starts playing and ignoring everyone, I walk towards him entranced, the enticing movement of his hands and hips luring me as well as the music. It's just you and me He gyrates his hips further, eyes hooded at half- mast, watching me watching him. Baby I can't wait to get you up in my room Baby just let me go and set up the mood He turns now, hips still swinging and pouts at me over his shoulder. A shudder runs through me and I feel my heartbeat quicken. I'm gon' do you up and I'm gon' do you down I'm gonna have that body baby floating all around And all you gotta do is get close to me Finally, I reach him, groaning my relief when I come into contact with the fervent heat of him. Craving more of his flesh, I push my hand to accompany the one currently occupied in the top of his jeans. We move together, our bodies melded and I bask in him; uninhibited, gorgeous, mine. This is love this is real this is how you make me feel A soft moan escapes him and I lick lightly at his ear. "I've never seen you like this before." I husk. "Do you like it?" He pants, shivering as I nip at his earlobe. I thrust my arousal against his arse. "You tell me." His head falls against my shoulder. "Seth?" "Hmmm?" I mumble, moving my tongue to his neck. "Take me home." "I thought you'd never ask." Practically dragging him from the club, I abandon plans to catch a night bus, instead hailing a taxi and mauling Alex for the entirety of the journey home. The driver does a fine job of pretending he's not too bothered that we're teetering dangerously on the edge of fucking each other into a stupor on his backseat. I pay the driver, tipping him with a wink then follow Alex into our building. No sooner do we make it to our room, I've pushed him onto my bed and practically ripped his jeans off. Almost immediately, I'm gorging myself on his cock, tasting where my fingers were so close earlier. "Seth..." He tangles his fingers in my dark mane, pulling and tugging. I continue sucking him into the hot, wet heat of my mouth, running my tongue under the sensitive head. An agonised groan leaves his lips and I pull off him. "Shirt off." I watch amused as he frantically levers it over his head. "Stroke your nipples while I touch you." He does so moaning and writhing in pleasure. I run my tongue over the head of his cock again, teasing the sensitive veins and exploring his ridges before making my way downwards and attacking his crevice with my tongue. I can feel my cock throbbing desperately within the confines of my jeans and I grunt when Alex brushes his foot against me. He hears and continues torturing me, all the while watching me while he plays with his nipples. I growl and rapidly remove my own clothes, lunging at him again. I nose his fingers away and roughly seize his rosy buds between my teeth. Biting lightly, his body bows beneath me and I feel my cock leak some more. His legs fall apart beneath me in invitation so I stroke the copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from me and spread it over my cock. Taking my mouth from his now swollen buds, I dart my tongue out to lick the seam of his lips before mashing our mouths together and plunging into his heat. I swallow his impassioned scream and move in and out of his tightness. I tongue the previous mark of my lust on his neck and rise to my knees. Grasping under his arse, I move him on and off my cock, pulling almost all the way out before breaching him again. "Alex, Alex, Alex..." I chant continuously. He thrusts his hips, meeting mine repeatedly, our movements jerky and desperate. His guardian muscles clutch and squeeze at me, stroking my cock whilst his hands alternate between rubbing at my thighs and pinching his nipples. I fight against closing my eyes, instead fascinated with the view of a splayed and wanton Alex taking the length of me within his lean, taut body. His eyes are glazed and dilated, breath coming in sharp utterances as I increase my speed and fuck him harder. Unable to resist the sweet cherry of his lips, I lean down and claim them. I run my tongue past his full lips and he responds to me without resistance, opening and allowing my tongue entrance. I tease his tongue into my mouth, pulling his head to me harder and I deepen both my kiss and my thrusts. Dropping down onto him, I spread his legs further and he wraps them tightly around me, feet pressing into my arse to push me deeper. I can feel his cock on my stomach, hard and leaking. I reach between us and grasp him. "You nearly there, baby?" I gasp out. He nods wildly. "Good." I place his hand on his cock for him to continue then hook his knees over my arms. I meter out a frenzied pace, always ensuring that I pass over his prostate. I keep up this feverish rhythm, sweat pouring off me onto him until he brutally clamps down on me. I hear him cry out loudly and heat coats my stomach. In answer, my body tenses almost painfully as he pushes me hard into oblivion and I spill myself deep within him. I collapse to the side of him, both of us heaving air into our lungs. I nuzzle into his sweaty neck and stroke his side. He quivers slightly and sighs. "We need to go out dancing more often." He voices. "That was mind-blowing." "Well, it was only fair considering the show you put on for me tonight." A blush creeps up his neck and I laugh. "Don't be embarrassed, Alex. It was by far the hottest experiences of my life." I pull him closer and murmur into his ear, "Though next time, I want a private show. Just you, me, the music and definitely no clothes." He quivers again at the thought and I snuggle closer to him, yawning as sleep fogs my brain. "Night baby, love you." He rolls to face me, eyes already closed. "Love you too." * "I want you to meet, Damon. We've been dating for weeks and you still haven't met any of my friends." He shakes his head in amusement. "Too much time in this room perhaps?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I look to the ceiling, feigning innocence. "We go to classes..." I say, mock-defensively. "You mean we go to classes which are compulsory then you drag me off to have your wicked way." "Well... when you put it that way, of course it sounds bad." I pretend to pout. He grins at my pretence. "He has a free hour, same as us, so we're going to lunch." "Why do we have to go out to eat, when I can do that right here?" I leer. "Uh uh. We are going out to lunch today and you are gonna meet my friend." "Fine." I grumble. We suffer through another English class. Well, I say "we", I mean I suffer through another English class and breathe a sigh of relief when the hour's up, grabbing my stuff and high-tailing it out of the room. I wait at a safe distance until I see Alex then we make our way to meet his friend. Stepping into Starbucks, Alex signals to a boy sitting on one of the couches. He stands up with a grin and beckons us over. "Long time no see, Mr Storm." "Well you know. Work and such..." He turns to me. "This is Seth." The blonde gives me a smile which doesn't quite reach his eyes and offers me his hand. "Damon." He informs me. "It's nice to finally meet the one responsible for taking up so much of Alex's time." Was that a note of bitterness I detected? I shake his hand and try not to laugh too condescendingly. I ask Alex if he wants anything then go and stand in the queue to order. Whilst there, I watch Damon. He's not an unattractive boy standing at around the same height as Alex, with slightly darker blonde hair and full lips. The most attractive- or in my case disturbing- thing about him are his eyes. They're a brilliant blue which I notice sparkle and dance when he focuses them on Alex but which pierce and scrutinise when he looks at me. I decide almost immediately that I don't like him. Ordering two signature Hot Chocolate's with cream, I collect them and return to the couch. "Thanks." "You're welcome." I manage to focus on their conversation, Damon telling some story of how he and Alex went skinny dipping when they were drunk. Trying to act unaffected doesn't work as a frown darkens my forehead. I notice a slight smile of triumph from him as he notes my discomfort. Damon my arse. I think viciously. Fucking Demon is more like it. Despite me simmering with severe dislike and animosity, I pretend to like him for Alex's sake, laughing and smiling in all the right places. I learn that he and Alex have been friends since college and whilst Alex decided to take English Literature at University, Damon chose History instead. They meet occasionally because Alex takes a module in History so is in the same class. "It's a shame you couldn't come with us." I arch an eyebrow at this. "Couldn't go where?" "In a couple of weeks, the History department is taking its students to Pompeii in Italy for five days but there were only enough spaces for those taking the course in its entirety so I can't go." Alex says, disappointedly. "That sucks." I sympathise. "We would have had so much fun as well." Damon sighs. "Oh, and speaking of bad news, Jack and I have decided to go our separate ways." Damon reveals, looking every bit the wounded party. I just barely manage to stifle a snort of condescension. Not surprising, the way you drool over Alex. Pathetic. I sit there and attempt to make noises that convey comfort whilst Alex, being the sweetheart he is, is all sympathy and commiseration. He hugs Damon comfortingly and I'm treated to a lascivious wink over his shoulder by the Demon. I narrow my eyes and mouth a 'fuck you' at him. I definitely hate him now. I endure maybe an hour or more of his company, listening to him wittering on and on about how he and Alex did this and how he and Alex did that. And just when I think I'm on the verge of losing my mind, the Demon reluctantly informs us that he has to get going. I sigh internally with relief. "It was nice meeting you, Seth." "Likewise." I force out. "We should do this again." Over my dead body. Actually, Scratch that. Over your dead body, preferably mangled and bloody. I watch his departing back, scowling. Alex turns to me, beaming happily. Loving Alex Storm Ch. 04 "So, isn't he great?" I fix a smile onto my face. I hate his guts. "Yeah." I pretend to enthuse. "He sure is something." * Working on the out of sight, out of mind principle, I relegate the Demon, cataloguing him as a mere figment of my imagination. That is until almost two weeks later, when Alex practically bounds into the room, vibrating with excitement. "Guess what?" he imparts impishly. "You've won the lottery." I tease. "Nope." "OK, I give up." "Shannon who was going on the trip to Pompeii has broken her leg, so I get to take her place!" He jumps and down. "Isn't it great? I leave tomorrow." My brain starts whirring, whilst Alex goes about digging out his suitcase and stuffing clothes into it. That's means for five whole days; he'll be in the evil clutches of the Demon. "But what about your classes..." I splutter. "I've told all my lecturers already and as long as I copy up the notes from the classes I miss, then I can go." "But I don't want you to go." I say childishly. "It's only five days, Seth. Besides Damon will be there so I'll be fine." "Oh, Damon will be there. Now I really feel better." I impart, sarcastically. Alex halts his packing to look at me. "I thought you liked him?" "Yeah I like him as much as I like mace in the eye. He's a smarmy git and I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." Alex is looking at me, bewildered. "But we've been friends for years, Seth." "Yeah well, he's your friend, not mine, and I'm not particularly relishing the idea of you staying with him for five whole days. Especially seeing the way he looks at you." "Seth, I think you're being slightly paranoid." "I know what I saw, Alex." "Look, Seth, I don't want to get into an argument with you about this, ok?" "Well, if you can't see what's in front of your own eyes..." I trail off, surreptitiously. He frowns at me and I watch his jaw clench. "I'm going on this trip, Seth. So you had better get used to it." He continues to pack now, shoving his things into the suitcase, angrily. I want to reach for him, hug him, wipe away that frown but the stubborn mule in me refuses to let it go, feeding my imagination with graphic pictures of the Demon and Alex, coiled and entangled together. The little voice of reason warns me to shut my mouth and let it be but my stubbornness rules supreme. "I forbid you to go, Alex." I wince even as the words leave my lips. Ugh. I forbid him? What possessed me to say that of all things? Horrified at my petulance, I watch him fold his arms across his chest, clearly livid. "Oh really?" He asks sardonically, one eyebrow raised. "You forbid me?" I try to backtrack as it becomes abundantly clear that I'm acting like a dick. "Alex, that's not what I meant to-" "You don't trust me, is that it?" He's breathing heavily now, fists now clenched at his side, hurt obvious in his green eyes. "I do trust you, Alex, I just don't trust Damon. He'll try to take advantage of-" "So now I'm some poor naive soul that needs protecting?" He asks, sarcasm dripping from his words. Even though I've been on the receiving end of Alex's sarcasm before, it still causes me to flinch. "You're twisting my words, Alex. That's not what I meant and you know it." He sighs wearily, stuffing the remainder of his things into his suitcase. "You know what, Seth. When you stop being a jealous prick, let me know." And with that he's picking up his case and slamming his way out of the door. Shit. Damn. Bollocks. What the fuck just happened? * Five whole days without Alex. I miss him so much I can barely function, especially as our last meeting was less than amicable. I curse at my stupidity. Why couldn't you just shut your mouth? You just couldn't let it go, could you? And now look where it's got you. Absolutely fucking nowhere. God, I'm so miserable I could gladly swallow a bottle of Vodka to drown my sorrows and I hate the stuff. For the first two days, I try and convince myself that of course I was in the right. I mean, I'm his boyfriend right? My job is to protect him from the likes of Damon. He should be glad that I care about him so much. Inevitably, this self-delusion runs its course and then I'm left with the painful image of Alex, angry and hurt at my clumsy and inept words. After this episode, I decide that I'm going to make it up to him. I tidy our room, putting away the clothes strewn about the room as well as the day old bowls of cereal. I do the washing and clean the bathroom. Going to classes without him is excruciating but I manage it, actually making a conscious effort to listen to what Mrs. Dahlia is saying and even contributing enough to make her smile which is a feat in itself considering she only graces that particular attribute at Alex. On the night of his return, I plan us both a special dinner by way of part apologising. I buy two huge comfy cushions so we can sit with our back to the couch and eat at the coffee table. I also buy candles, a table cloth and his favourite flowers- white roses. When I get home, I set up the room, lighting candles and laying the table. Making his favourite meal of spaghetti Bolognese with French bread and cream cheese, I rehearse my speech, intending to grovel and beg for forgiveness if necessary. The last five excruciating days without Alex were more than enough to make me realise how stupid I was. And so I wait. And wait. And wait some more, until the food's nothing but a congealed mess and the candles have all but burned out. My emotions range from worry to anger to flat-out despair. I glance at the candles again. I know how you feel. I don't even bother to clear the table, instead blowing out what's left of the candle flames and picking myself up dejectedly from the floor. He isn't coming back. Not that I don't deserve it after the way I've behaved. Cursing my bull-headedness, I flop onto Alex's bed and curl into his pillow. Almost immediately, I burst into tears; something I haven't done for a long while. I want him home, I need him home. Please come home, Alex. I love you. I must have fallen asleep because I'm awoken by a soft, warm body climbing in beside me, obviously trying not to wake me up. "Alex...?" "Shhh. Go back to sleep, I didn't want to wake you." "Well, I'm glad you did. I've got something I need to say." "Seth-" "Please just let me finish. I'm so sorry for being an arsehole about the whole trip thing. It wasn't very mature of me and it came out sounding like I don't trust you which I do, 100 percent. It's just that what with nearly losing you in the car accident, I couldn't bear losing you again. I know I'm absolutely crap with words but I just want you to know that I love you and I'll try not to be such an obnoxious green eyed monster in future." I hold my breath in the darkness, waiting for his response. "You were right?" "Huh? Right about what?" "Damon. He only wanted me to go on this trip so he could try and seduce me. Apparently he and his boyfriend really split up because he told him that he was in love with me. He tried to make his feelings known during our last night there. He'd been complaining of feeling ill during the day so he was allowed to return to the hotel early but when I got back to our room, he was lounging on his bed naked, encouraging me to join him." I can feel my chest tighten in heady mixture of panic and rage. "Did you?" I ask, tentatively. Alex chuckles. "No, although I did blush a few hundred shades of red before informing him politely that I already had someone special waiting for me at home and that despite his utter lack of control when it comes to jealousy, I love him very much." My chest relaxes considerably and I begin to breathe again. "I really am sorry you know for being so-" He presses a finger to my lips, quieting me then trails his thumb against my cheek. "You've been crying." I nuzzle at his palm. "The last time you cried was after my accident." "Well I thought I was going to lose you then too." "I'm sorry." "Why?" "It seems that I missed a fine meal. The flight got in late, that's why I wasn't back in time. But thank you for the flowers; they're absolutely gorgeous." "I'm just glad you're home and as for dinner, I'll make you an even better one." I move to nuzzling his neck. "Alex, do you forgive me?" He strokes a hand through my hair. "I know you were just trying to protect me, despite the bull headed way you expressed yourself, and I want to thank you for looking out for me. But I really need you to trust me. I'm not going to run off with someone else just because they happen to look at me in a certain way or throw some pretty words at me. I know that I like to give people the benefit of the doubt but that doesn't mean that I'm going to let people lead me into doing something I don't want to." "I do trust you, Alex. It's just that I've seen that look that Damon was giving you a million times- hell I look at you like that all the time- and he was already so close to you. You knew each other; you had history that I'd never be able to compete with and I thought for a crazy moment that he'd manage to persuade you that he was better for you. But after these last five days, I had time to think clearly and realised that you of all people wouldn't be one to lie when you said that you loved someone. I'm really sorry for letting my insecurities get the better of me because I know you aren't some 'poor naive soul that needs protecting' and I love you all the more for it." He laughs lightly at my choice of words. "I love you too, Seth." He pulls my face from his neck and brings his lips to mine. I just manage to make out the teasing smile that graces his mouth. "As for forgiveness, that must be earned, Seth Tyler." With that he crushes his lips to mine and I moan in an intoxicating combination of both pleasure and content. I roll onto him and slide our rapidly engorging cocks against each other, listening to Alex as he whines and groans in delight. I attempt to pull his arms above his head but instead he pushes me onto my back and straddles my thighs. He kisses me before getting up and opening the curtains. Moonlight spills in and I watch still spellbound with his beauty as he resumes his former position above me, stripping me of my clothes. "I needed to see you." He says simply, eyes twinkling. For a long while, Alex simply moves against me whilst I run my hands over the smooth softness of his skin, familiarising myself again with the grooves where his thighs meet hip, the dimples in his firm arse and his sensitive nipples. "God, I've missed you." He leans down and attacks my own nipples with his tongue. "I've missed you, too." He runs his agile tongue lower, teasing at my navel then moving through my treasure trail. He pants wetly at the head of my cock before teasing his tongue to my tender inner thighs. I reach a hand to his halo of golden hair and try to move him towards my cock which is leaking a continuing stream of precum. Alex simply pins my hand at my sides and continues tormenting my thighs, every now and again, nipping almost painfully at the flesh before soothing the sting with his tongue. I moan and protest, bucking my hips pleadingly. He pushes my knees up, spreading them wide before running his slick muscle through the groove of my arse. Another moan leaves me and Alex responds by palming my globes, opening them wider and circling my hole. My hips leave the bed involuntarily, bucking wilfully against Alex's face trying to get his tongue deeper. I feel myself yield to him as he tongues me deftly. I stroke my cock and nearly hiss with the sparks of euphoria than run amok up my spine. "You want to fuck me, Seth?" "Yes." "Stop stroking yourself." It feels so good but I remove my hand, nearly crying in frustration. "Alex, please..." He grins at me, slyly. "Doesn't that tone sound familiar?" He cocks his head, pretending to ponder on it. "Except that it's usually almost always coming from me." He begins tracing his index finger lightly over the head of my cock. My eyes roll back into my skull and I think I might pass out between the fiery lust of his gaze and the not-enough friction he's giving my cock. Straddling my still raised, spread knees, he braces his hands on either side of my head and hoists his arse perilously close to my throbbing hard-on. I don't even attempt to push my hips up to impale him as he pins me with his mesmerising green stare, his face now only inches from my own. I can feel the heat of his breath when he speaks again. "Tell me what you want, Seth." I continue to stare into his halting gaze, mouth opening and closing as I try to vocalise my want into words. He pushes his chest down so that his nipples brush mine. He smiles at me, seemingly unaffected as his own erection drips onto my stomach and his nipples caress mine. "I can't hear you, Seth." His hips drop lower and my cock grazes his hole. Overwrought with sensation, this galvanises me to articulate myself. "I want to be inside you, Alex, please." No sooner do the words leave my lips; Alex is pushing his hips down onto me, consuming my cock. I give a half-scream as my hands fly to his hips, encouraging him to move faster. Slowly, Alex's balls finally meet my own and I marvel in the exquisite tightness of his arse as it constricts against me. For long moments he simply rocks against me, moving his hips back and forth or in a highly stimulating figure eight. I rasp and moan beneath him, watching his eyes glaze over with lust and his mouth fall open in endless pants. Using my hands, I guide him up and down my hardness, indulging in the view of me sliding between the stunning orbs of his arse. "Yes... Alex...oh fuck... ride me... ride me like that... so fucking good..." Despite his glazed look, he continues watching me with that intense stare of his, flexing his sphincter occasionally just to watch my face contort in ecstasy. He continues to traverse the measure of my cock, lifting until he's clear of me before plunging back down to take me in again. Sweat drips off his willowy form to fall on me and I relish his smell, his taste, his scorching heat. Moving a hand from his hip, I trace it up to his mouth and push two of my fingers in. His pants subside as he sucks at my fingers. Once they're slick enough I reach for a one of his luscious nubs and gently tweak it. Alex's hips move faster against me so I twist harder and he cries out. Again his hips move faster and he's almost frenzied now as I torment his nipple with my fingers. Riding me with a vengeance, he works his arse this way and that until the contractions of his back passage has both our breathing erratic and we're reduced to the base carnality of rutting animals. I thrust my hips up to meet his downward ones, smiling with glee when I hear him whimper, knowing that his orgasm is almost imminent. "Seth... fuck... ugh... more... love you..." His voice dies out and he's almost sobbing as he slams his arse down to meet me. He grabs at my arms, falling against me, his hips never losing their wild rhythm. I fill my hands with the soft tautness of his arse whilst he presses his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss and rubs himself against my stomach. He's unusually aggressive, sucking my tongue into his mouth but I enjoy it immensely, his assertiveness having already turned me on. Suddenly he tears his mouth away from me and I feel his muscles tense under the palm of my hand. He lets out something close to a growl which escalates into a full scale wail. His passage becomes like a vice on my cock and he quakes uncontrollably against me. I can feel his nails sink into my biceps as his orgasm suffuses his being. I close my eyes for a second, just wallowing in his body's obvious pleasure before opening them and realising that despite the raging in his body, he's still watching me while he cries out deliriously. I feel ecstasy curl its way into my gut and my heart beats faster as I watch lust, want, rapture and love flit around in his eyes. Unwittingly, my nails rake down his satiny globes and I meet his luminous gaze with my stormy grey. I manage to utter "Love you too" before my cock swells, increasing the already tight pressure surrounding it and I erupt powerfully within him. My cock seems to gush endless amounts of come into his channel, coating his rectum with my seed. I snarl as my body mimics his, both of us like two mini earthquakes. Eventually, our orgasms simmer out, leaving Alex splayed on top of me and both of us dazed and satiated. "Wow." I breathe. Drunk on endorphins, Alex raises his head long enough to agree with me before he drops it back onto my shoulder. I wait for my heart to stop beating and my breathing to regulate before asking Alex, teasingly, "Have I been forgiven?" "No." "No?" I ask, incredulously. "We do that a few more times and I'll think about it." I laugh into his hair. "You're a very naughty, boy, Alex Storm." "Well, I distinctly remember someone promising to corrupt me." He licks at the side of my neck as I smirk in remembrance. "I'd say mission, very much, accomplished." Indeed. * Feel free to leave me feedback as it helps me to improve and please vote if you liked it. Thanks for reading. xxx