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Picture Perfect Ch. 02

By: tamgreen



After one night with Aleksi, it was bizarre trying to adjust to regular life. I felt as if I'd been on a long, luxurious vacation, and going back to the everyday grind was almost soul-crushingly disappointing. I was working with a team repairing and maintaining gas lines beneath an old apartment building. It was gloomy, filthy work, and my mind was far away. It was playing my night with Aleksi on repeat.

Once a few days had passed, and the memories weren't quite as fresh, I wondered what the hell had possessed me to go upstairs and fuck my neighbour. My male neighbour. I had never had same-sex temptations in my life, and then, out of the blue, Aleksi had happened. It must have been one of those rebound things. I was messed up in the head from my breakup with Angela, and I'd done something completely out of character. When I thought back on the experience, it seemed only as real as a dream. I tried to lie to myself, say that it had never actually happened. But I knew somewhere there were photos of me in Aleksi's bed, in the throes of ecstasy. And there were photos of us together--we'd taken dozens, intimately posed. How had that seemed like a good idea at the time? I could ask him to delete them. He would understand.

It was on Friday after work that I next crossed paths with Aleksi. He stepped out the front door as I was getting my mail. It was a warm, early summer evening and he wore a loose-fitting, semi-transparent tank top over snug leggings and leather sandals. His long, startlingly fair hair was tumbling freely down his back as usual, and he carried a canvas bag slung over one shoulder.

Purse, my brain insisted. He carries a purse.

But it wasn't a particularly feminine bag--probably the kind that's given a manly name like 'tactical tote' or 'utility lugger' so that men won't feel embarrassed to carry it. Not that Aleksi would be embarrassed to carry anything. He grinned at me, flashing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

"Jason," he said in a purring, affectionate tone that made my stomach twist a little. My name sounded exotic in his thick Scandinavian accent. "I have missed you. You've been a busy boy, yes?"

I nodded stiffly. "Yeah... work and stuff." My eyes didn't want to move from him. Brilliant orange beams from the setting sun filtered between the houses across the street and swathed him in light. His white-blond hair practically glowed. Good lord... the universe was conspiring against my will.

He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the aggressive sunset and then turned to examine me with a coy smirk. "Look at you. All rugged and dirty."

I looked down at myself. Yes, I was in dirty work clothes, just as I would be at the end of any other work day. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days out of sheer laziness and probably looked like a hobo. Aleksi looked at me as another man might look at a woman in lingerie. His intense blue stare was turning me on--actually turning me on. For fuck's sake.

I started breathing again suddenly when I realized I had stopped nearly half a minute ago, and tore my eyes away from him at last, using my mail as an excuse.

"Hunh... bills," I muttered. How would I broach the subject of asking him to delete all the erotic photos? And did I even want that anymore? He was standing near my shoulder, and I could feel the warm tickle of his eyes still on me. If I ever went up to his apartment again, I was almost certain the evening would end in more photos instead of less, as well as more fucking, no doubt. Damned Aleksi and his eyes and his hair and his sexy, sensual mouth.

"Must be difficult for you," he remarked, his features soft with sympathy. "Your girl gone, and no one to share the financial burden."

I shrugged and nodded. "Gotta start budgeting really strictly. Rent's a bitch, but I really like this neighbourhood--wouldn't want to have to move."

"I would not want that either," he sighed, "now that I finally know what a lovely neighbour I have."

I smiled. Damn--I couldn't help it. I grinned like a moron. Quickly I gained control of my expression, biting the inside of my cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. "Ehh... you haven't... told anyone what a 'lovely neighbour' I am... right?"

He chuckled, gave his head a shake, and hiked his bag up higher on his shoulder. "You made yourself quite clear about that," he said in a low, conspiratorial tone. "Even if you had not... I know a straight boy when I see one. Straight boys never like people to know about their gay sex."

I nearly choked on my own breath and glanced around, making extra sure no one was eavesdropping. Aleksi laughed again. I looked up at him; his eyes were dancing with amusement. Was he teasing me? I frowned and took a deep breath. "The thing is...." I began. What? What is the thing? I tried to bring to mind my earlier mental justifications. I continued quickly: "I was on the rebound! People do... crazy things." I cringed again, realizing what an asshole I was coming off as, suggesting that I would have to be a crazy person to be into him.

"Of course," he replied smoothly, seeming to actually understand. He smiled gently and tucked his hair behind his ears. "You don't need to defend yourself, Jason. Be who you want to be. We're all right, you and me--yes?"

I replied with a hesitant nod that deepened as I became more confident in his response. He was serious. He was... unflappable. I released a sigh of relief. After the desperate, infatuated way I'd mooned all over him in his apartment, I hadn't expected he would be so accepting of my backpedaling. "And... the photos," I continued, feeling the scorch of embarrassment rise in my cheeks. "If I asked you to delete them...?"

He gave a playful pout, but smiled immediately after. "Of course. It's always been your prerogative. They make me happy, but not at your expense. I will have a last look at our masterpieces and delete."

My mouth twisted. I fidgeted with my mail, shuffling it like a deck of cards. "Well... maybe... I guess you don't have to," I decided. "Yeah--if you really want them, keep them. Your eyes only, though."

His smile widened, lighting up his whole face--he looked as gleeful as a kid opening Christmas presents. "Thank you, Jason. What a nice gift you've given me."

It made me far happier than it should have to make him smile like that. "Hm. So... headed out somewhere?"

"Downtown."

I glanced over him. His tank top was charmingly oversized, and one of the straps was a hair's breadth from slipping off his thin shoulder. As self-assured as he was, there was something incredibly fragile about him. "Downtown--by yourself?"

That gleam of amusement returned. "Sadly, yes--no dates, or even hookups."

"That's not what I meant," I sighed.

"Oh, were you worried about me?" he crooned, looking melodramatically flattered. "I know I'm a bit of a princess, but I am all grown up. I've just to pick up a new lens for one of my cameras. You could tag along if you wanted...?" He shifted his hips and tilted his head, watching me curiously. His change of position caused that strap to finally slide off his shoulder.

"Ehh... I'm, uh... all gross from work," I said once I'd recovered from my fascination at his bared shoulder. "I don't want to cramp your style." I scratched my head, trying not to make eye contact. I worried that if he looked at me too closely, he'd be able to tell how much I suddenly wanted to go with him. Anywhere with him.

"Please, you're adorable!" he assured me as he fixed the strap of his top. "Come on--come with me, just as you are. I could use the company. We could grab something to eat." He paused and winked. "Just as neighbours, yes? I won't act boyfriend-y. I promise."

I smiled despite myself, appreciating not only that he understood I wouldn't want anyone to think we were 'together', but also that it didn't offend him in the slightest. "Yunno what--I think I will come with. Haven't got much in the fridge anyway." I shoved my mail back into its box and locked it--I could deal with that bullshit later. I turned my back to the door and faced the street, shielding my eyes from that blinding sunset. "You got a car...?"

"Oh, no--I take the bus."

"Well, I can drive if you like. I'm parked right here." I pointed at my muck-spattered, slightly rusted pickup truck. "Ugly as hell, but it's got A/C. You look like you'll combust if you spend too much time outdoors on a day like this."

Aleksi laughed delightedly and padded down the front stairs to have a closer look at my vehicle. "It's got character, Jason--just like you!"

I unlocked the door for him, shoved my toolbox aside so he would have room to sit, and went around to slide in behind the wheel. I started the engine and turned the environmental control to the coldest setting as he settled in. I spared him a glance and lingered over his prim, pale form. He looked starkly out of place sitting in the beat-up, liberally duct-taped leather seat of my truck, with his tender feet finding refuge among the assorted tools and fast food containers that littered the passenger footwell. He looked up from buckling his seatbelt and noticed me staring.

"What...?" he wondered, grinning.

"Nothing," I muttered. Buckling in, I shifted gears and steered carefully into traffic. I had to remind myself to keep my attention on the road. It was so easy to look at the brilliant figure sitting next to me instead. He had begun to explore my toolbox, which didn't concern me beyond the thought of his delicate fingers getting dirty or scratched. It was a perplexing reaction--I remembered Angela poking through my tools on occasion, and I had never worried about her hands.

He popped open my glove box and snooped around. Owner's manual, registration, random napkins, oil change receipts, more trash, half a bag of beef jerky I'd forgotten about, a broken pair of sunglasses. And one well-loved bottle of hand lotion. He picked it up and grinned, holding it up for me to see while we were stopped at a red light.

"Oh, do you moisturize regularly?" he giggled.

"Semi-regularly," I replied with a smirk as I started driving again. I was surprised at first that I wasn't embarrassed, but of course it would have been a little incongruous to be uptight about a man I'd recently ass-fucked suspecting something about my masturbation habits. So I liked to occasionally get my rocks off during lunch breaks--this could hardly be a big deal to a man who kept hundreds of erotic photographs chronicling his sexual partners.

"It's important to have a good personal care routine," he added. I could hear the grin in his voice. Then I heard a quiet snap as he flipped the lid open. I glanced at him several times quickly as he squeezed out some of the lotion into his palm.

"Uhhm...?" I mumbled, tensing.

"Oh, don't panic, sweetheart," Aleksi giggled, sliding his hands together slowly as he distributed the lotion all over them. "I just like to keep my skin baby-soft."

I let a hand slip down from the steering wheel to my jeans, trying furtively to adjust them as there was suddenly a bit less room in the crotch area. I tried to breathe deep and calm my confused libido. "So, where we headed?"

"You know where the old Europa is?" He slicked the lotion over his fingers one by one.

"Yeah, I think so." My eyes continued to flick unbidden to his movements as he slid and twisted each finger into the lotion-slicked opposite fist.

"There's a fabulous little camera store in the same block. That's where I was hoping to go. Is okay?"

"No problem!"

In an effort to curb my errant arousal, I started up a little small talk. I was curious about his accent, so I asked. He described his accent as "muddled"--he had lived in Iceland until the age of ten, and grew up speaking almost exclusively Icelandic at home, although he learned Danish and English in school. Then his family relocated to Denmark, and Aleksi stayed there for four or five years before problems at home had him sent to France to stay with extended family he barely knew. He spent a couple of years there falling in love with the arts and learning to speak French. Once he'd reached the age of majority, he moved here, and slowly became accustomed to speaking English fluently.

I also learned that he worked a few days a week as a maître d' at a high-end restaurant. He earned a little money here and there with his art, and was hoping to transition toward painting as more of a career, but he was aware that it might remain a dream. The rest of his income came from freelance photography, which had started simply as production of stock photographs for his own reference, but his work with various models resulted in some unexpected business that expanded through word of mouth, particularly within the LGBT community. It turned out there were many individuals and couples who wanted to be photographed in a certain style, and wanted to know they and their photos would be treated with respect and dignity--Aleksi put them at ease, produced a high-quality product, and gradually made a name for himself.

After I had found a parking garage downtown, I let Aleksi lead the way to the camera store, purposefully walking a bit behind him as he strode gracefully down the sidewalk. I caught myself watching the sway of his hips, the round orbs of his perfect ass. His oversized tank top covered it almost completely, but the fabric of the top was a bit see-through, hinting at a tempting silhouette, and while he walked, it occasionally billowed enough to reveal the bottom curve of a cheek or two.

I scolded myself inwardly when my jeans got uncomfortable again, and forced my eyes upward. I watched his shoulders instead. There was nothing sexual about shoulders, about long pale arms and slender wrists. God, his skin was so fair.

Alabaster.

The word popped up unbidden. I didn't even know what the hell alabaster was, but that was what his skin resembled. Where had I even gotten that? It was one of those irritating metaphors that had a tendency to file themselves away in one's mind without any idea of their origin. It sounded like something terrible authors wrote in trashy Harlequins--corseted maidens with flowing hair and impossibly perfect tits who fell in lust with broad-chested scoundrels always had alabaster skin. I chuckled silently, imagining Aleksi as a woman--he probably would have impossibly perfect tits. And I supposed I could play the part of a scoundrel.

Well, looking at his shoulders clearly wasn't getting my mind out of the gutter. I increased my pace to walk beside him, but not too close. He smiled across at me. I smiled back, guardedly, hoping I wasn't flirting.

Aleksi wasn't long in the camera store and left in boisterous spirits, chattering away about his new lens and what it was going to do for his photos. I didn't know a thing about photography so I didn't follow most of his discourse, but he was delightfully charming in his excitement.

We exchanged a few ideas about where to get dinner, but in the end we decided to grab whatever would be quick as we were both starving and not feeling especially picky. There were a few popular food trucks in the neighbourhood--we stopped at one called Tacovasion that seemed to have an enthusiastic following. We devoured mouth-watering tacos liberally stuffed with shredded beef and spicy pork, and then Aleksi suggested we wander down to the waterfront. There was a boardwalk marketplace where local vendors and artisans had booths and tables set up. I wasn't much into casual shopping, but was feeling pretty mellow and Aleksi's enthusiasm was amusing me.

I kept a few paces apart from him as he swooned over pretty things, getting especially carried away at a booth displaying what appeared to me to be just some old clothes--he described the garments as "vintage" and "upcycled". Seeing that he would probably be a while, I wandered over to idly browse at a stall across the way selling wallets, belts and other leather goods.

After a few minutes, I heard someone calling Aleksi's name, and turned curiously to see who had recognized him. I spotted a young Latino guy in white shorts and a pink polo shirt hurrying up to Aleksi, who received him with a warm smile and an enthusiastic hug. I looked over the guy critically, mentally naming him Pink Shirt. He was younger, maybe twenty at most. He had a gold hoop through one ear, and his hair was carefully slicked into a faux-hawk. He spoke animatedly with Aleksi in a lispy voice, waving his arms around in what seemed like deliberately showy, flamboyant gestures. I rolled my eyes and sighed, trying to turn my attention back to the selection of belts on the table in front of me. If some dudes like dudes, fine, but why did some of them have to be so... gay?

My attention was soon distracted by the arrival of a trio of rowdy young guys with drinks in their hands. They were around the same age as Pink Shirt, college maybe, laughing and cussing as they wandered along the boardwalk. It was impossible not to catch snatches of their conversation since they were making no attempt to be discreet as they noticed Aleksi and his friend talking, and started making some rude remarks about them, including some rather graphic slurs. The three of them converged on the table I was browsing at, and started looking at a selection of belt buckles as they continued to go on rather obnoxiously. I tried to ignore them, but they were really starting to get under my skin, in large part because their vulgarities seemed to shine a spotlight straight onto my own discomfort around gay guys. I'd never used language like these losers were using, but was I really any better than them? Was name-calling so much worse than my tendency to walk well apart from Aleksi on the street, or the way I'd rolled my eyes at his flaming friend? I wanted to say something--tell them to shut their goddamn mouths, at least. But I just wasn't that guy. Instead I kept my own mouth shut and let them move on.

Then they started addressing Aleksi and Pink Shirt directly. My stomach clenched up. Suddenly those tacos I'd enjoyed so much weren't sitting right.

"Hey--why don't you queer-ass cocksuckers get a room?" one of them called, and made an exaggerated vomiting noise.

"Yeah, let me know what room it is so I can set it on fire," a second guy laughed.

You've got to be kidding me, I thought. There's no excuse for that. I turned to look at Aleksi and his friend for their reactions. Aleksi seemed not to react much. He looked down casually at his fingernails. Pink Shirt, on the other hand, turned toward them directly and smiled, sticking up both middle fingers in their direction.

"Suck my dick, douchebags," Pink Shirt called out cheerfully. "Or are you afraid you'll enjoy it too much?"

There was a bit more swearing back and forth, but eventually the trio lost interest and moved on. I breathed an inner sigh of relief. Pink Shirt kept talking with Aleksi for another minute, and then said he had to leave. They hugged again, and Pink Shirt sashayed off. He passed by the guys on his way; I heard them make one more comment, to which Pink Shirt responded playfully:

"Please--you can't handle my sweet ass!"

His voice carried, and I found myself smiling. With my hands stuffed in my pockets, I wandered over to the clothing booth where Aleksi was still browsing. He seemed to have fallen in love with a multi-coloured scarf. He wrapped it around and around his slender fingers, indulging in the feel of the silky fabric. He noticed me nearby and smiled.

"Time to go?"

I nodded. I'd had about enough, at least. He paid for the scarf, and we started walking. I still kept a few feet apart from him, though now I was feeling a bit conflicted. Why should I be embarrassed to walk with him, especially now? At least try to show some solidarity, I told myself. Be a man. After a few minutes I glanced over, and almost panicked when I couldn't see him. I hadn't noticed that he'd lagged a few paces behind me, focused on carefully tucking his new scarf into the bag that held his camera lens. That sick feeling of indigestion rose again when I noticed the three douchebags wandering over, closing in on him. Fuck, no... don't you dare.


Picture Perfect Ch. 02



"Hey! Blondie!" one of them yelled. "Does the carpet match the drapes?"

The guy's friends groaned and then laughed. I glanced at Aleksi, who made a point of ignoring them.

"Hey! I asked you a question, faggot!"

"Fucking queer!" one of the others chimed in. He made a loud kissing noise. "Come over here and blow me! You look like my sister!"

More groans, more laughter. They continued to trail us, shouting comments. They were still drinking, and getting more aggressive. I clenched my jaw tightly. Best thing was just to ignore assholes like that--right? I increased my pace, hoping Aleksi would too.

"Please leave me alone," Aleksi finally piped up.

The trio roared with laughter at this--they parroted him mockingly, imitating his accent. I glanced back again--Aleksi's perfect mask of tranquility was beginning to crack. I had never seen him lose confidence, or look angry or upset in the slightest, and it was happening now. It started to coax up a fire in me. Couldn't they see how beautiful he was? Why would they want to hurt him? Then one of the guys flung a mostly-empty beer can at him, hitting him squarely in the back of the head. He stopped, his shopping bag slipping from his hand. That was when I snapped.

"Oh, HELL NO!" I roared, whirling around and charging a few paces toward them. "What the fuck is your problem? BACK THE FUCK OFF, you punk-ass shit-spewing inbred motherfuckers!"

They scattered slightly, perhaps expecting a fight--I was bigger than them, but still, I knew I couldn't take all three if it came to that. Clearly they were all talk, and no action. I figured throwing a beer can had been the most violence they were prepared for. They shouted a few more profanities, but they seemed to be keeping a bit of a distance now, so I turned back to Aleksi, who had knelt down to pick up his dropped bag. I bent down to see if he was all right. Noticing this, one of the three guys shouted one more taunt at me.

"What are you, some kinda queer too?"

I looked up at him with a challenging glare. Somewhere along the line, something in me had changed--something big had shifted. "Yeah," I replied clearly, straightening. "Maybe I am some kinda queer--and you can just fucking DEAL WITH IT!"

All three of them looked at me incredulously. I didn't fit their mental conception of what a 'queer' was supposed to be. I helped Aleksi to stand and immediately gripped the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. His lips were warm, supple, and deliciously receptive. The guys offered more immature commentary, but at the moment my full attention was on Aleksi and the look of pure adoration he was giving me. Kissing him, right at that moment, had felt like the most perfect thing I had ever done.

By the time I was able to look away from his hypnotic blue eyes, the guys had left. I smiled. Aleksi reached into his bag for his lens, checking it for damage.

"Is it okay?" I asked.

He gave a hesitant nod. "I think so."

I swallowed hard. "Are... you okay?"

Aleksi met my eyes again and gave a grateful smile. "Yes, Jason. I'm fine." He huffed a small sigh. "That was nothing new."

My brow furrowed. "Really? Shit like that has happened before? Like... more than once?"

He licked his lips and looked down. "Not so uncommon. You'd be surprised."

I swallowed again. I always knew there were assholes like that, but I had no idea how aggressive they could be, and how much they got away with.

"Let's go home," I said. I took his hand and held it firmly, all the way back to the parking garage. Maybe people stared at us--if they did, I actually didn't give a fuck. Not a single one.

We both remained silent as I drove. I was having to re-evaluate a lot of things in light of the evening's events. I glanced at Aleksi now and then. He was staring placidly at his lap and playing with his new scarf again, winding his fingers around it continuously. Finally he wrapped it delicately around his neck and then lifted his hair out from beneath it. The next time I looked at him he was gazing out the window, slowly combing his fingers through his hair. I wanted to reach out and stroke it as well, but my truck was a standard transmission and I needed to shift.

I parked in front of the house, and we walked up to the front door together. I grabbed my mail from its box and we went inside, lingering a moment in the communal foyer.

"Thanks for driving," Aleksi said, idly stroking his scarf. "And for everything else. I'm glad you came. You were my hero today."

I smiled weakly. As far as I was concerned, all I'd done was be a human being for once.

"Well..." he continued. "See you again, yes?"

I frowned. Was he really wanting the night to end here? I had pictured it ending in Aleksi's bed. I sure as hell wanted it to at this point. It occurred to me that he might still be going by what I'd said earlier--that our last interlude had been a crazy rebound mistake. Hadn't my kiss overturned all of that? Perhaps not. He might have thought I was simply defending him against bullies, and that was as far as it went.

"Um... I think... well..." I stammered. I'd failed to decide what I was going to say before I started talking, and kicked myself inwardly. "Aleksi. I..."

"I'm glad to have you as my neighbour, Jason," he interrupted gently. He smiled and touched my cheek briefly. "And you've proved a good friend as well. I appreciate you."

A good friend--was he pushing me away?

I had to be in his apartment. I had to be in that airy loft, surrounded by his art and photos. I had to get that magic back, that dizzying sense of the surreal that had facilitated our last encounter. Maybe I could try to recreate the experience.

"Did you have plans for the rest of the evening?" I blurted. "I could murder another one of those beers. If you have any."

He cocked his head and took a deep breath. "Oh. Yes--I do have a few. I suppose we could have a drink or two." He turned to head up the stairs and beckoned me to follow.

I hurried after him, suddenly short of breath. I had a good view of his incredible behind as I trailed him up the stairs. I wanted my hands on it. Hell, I wanted to bury my face in it.

He unlocked and let us in, and took off his sandals. I kicked off my clunky work boots and entered the suite after him. He lifted a slender arm to gesture toward the fridge. "Help yourself."

I watched him drop his bags on the kitchen table, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. Resigned to giving him a few minutes, I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of that incredible microbrew he'd introduced me to. I rummaged through his drawers until I found a bottle opener and popped the cap off. I inhaled the scent and sipped eagerly. I sat down at his table, drinking, waiting. I ran my hands over the dark cherrywood. I gazed at the photos on the walls. Magic--it was taking over again. Already I was hardening, just from being here. I liked this place. I wanted to be here all the time. I didn't want to have to ever go back to regular life.

I waited a while for Aleksi to finish in the bathroom. What was taking him so long? I got impatient and went over to listen at the door. There was nothing at first, and then I thought I heard a few heavy breaths, and small hiccup. On a whim I turned the handle and pushed the door open. Aleksi was perched on the edge of the bathtub, doubled over and crying. It was shocking to see him like this. The first night we'd spent together, he had seemed like the most together, the most self-assured person in the world. I quickly sat next to him, straddling the edge of the tub and grabbing hold of his thin frame, pulling him firmly against me. He wrapped his arms around his head and sobbed bitterly.

"Talk to me," I whispered, trying to lower his arms so I could see him. "Talk to me."

He stalwartly kept his head down as he sniffled and trembled in my arms. "I... I don't know why... people have to be so... mean," he blubbered, still trying to cover his face.

I took in a deep breath and let it out shakily, rubbing his back in small circles. "Me neither," I sighed. I pressed my cheek to the top of his head, and then kissed it. "Hey--listen. There will always be assholes. Honestly, I feel sorry for them--small minds, yunno. Small, sad lives. They have to tear down others to feel better... because they probably hate themselves. They're ugly inside, and they probably can't stand being near you... because you're so beautiful, inside and out."

He sniffled again, and started to calm. "If you think so... you should not look at me right now. I'm an ugly crier."

I chuckled and squeezed him tighter against my chest. "I doubt that. C'mere--seriously. Look at me. Right now."

He finally lowered his arms and raised his head, peeking up at me hesitantly through the screen of his hair. I brushed his hair aside and gazed at him. His pale blue eyes were gleaming and rimmed with red. His snowy eyelashes were matted with moisture, his pale cheeks damp with tears.

"You're actually incredibly pretty right now," I said. "I wish I were a photographer."

Two fresh tears overflowed, streaming down his cheeks. I leaned down and caught them with my lips. He sighed sweetly. I tried to kiss his mouth, but he straightened suddenly, escaping my embrace and moving to the sink. He splashed cold water over his face, and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry himself off. I watched him curiously. Why wouldn't he want a kiss all of a sudden?

"Seriously... are you okay?" I pressed, standing up straight. "You're usually so... I mean, it surprised me that you'd let them get to you like that. You love yourself--you're totally okay with who you are."

He nodded, looking at me in the mirror. "Yes. Well... it's a lot easier to be okay with who I am in the safety of my own home. There are always confused straight boys who don't known how to justify a man being... the way I am." We met eyes in the mirror. He was talking about me, of course.

"Most of the time, I deal," he continued. "But every once in a while, it just is too much. As much as I can accept myself... the world does not want to accept. It hurts me."

This dug into my chest like a rusty knife. I had been certain he'd been completely at ease with my backpedaling earlier on, my denial of my attraction. But he had also seemed unaffected at the taunts of the bullies, when clearly what he wanted to do was sit down and bawl his eyes out. He was so fragile, and so strong at the same time.

"The world... the world is a goddamn idiot," I said breathlessly. "The world has a hard time figuring out what it wants... and never expected to fall for you. It has--hard."

He turned around to face me directly. His icy eyes were still moist, and searched me carefully. He was different than he'd been when we hooked up--he was still maddeningly gorgeous, but he wasn't being flirtatious or seductive. Instead he was guarded. "It's my fault," he whispered. "I know I... invite it. Sexual attention. I knew you were vulnerable. I should have kept my distance."

I shook my head quickly. "You didn't do anything wrong. Listen--what happened between us was... perfect. Best sex I've ever had. All week I couldn't stop thinking about you. All evening I could hardly keep my eyes off you. Aleksi... I want you."

"I want you too, baby," he whispered, taking one step forward and placing a hand on my chest. "But I don't want to be another rebound mistake."

I shook my head again. "No--forget that bullshit. I was a stupid boy, and I got scared. But kissing you today was... the end of my denial."

The hand on my chest slid up to cup my cheek. Aleksi smiled. "So you were not just... proving a point?"

"I was proving a point. But not only for... them. I was proving to you... that I could get past my hangups... and I was proving to myself that I could be... well, at least half as much of a man as you are. You are so goddamn brave, you know that?" I pressed my cheek into his soft, cool hand.

"Oh... doll," he sighed, now stroking me with both hands. "Just when I think you are the sweetest... you get ten times sweeter." He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me--it was long, deep, juicy, and hot. I groaned with the intensity of feeling it aroused and slid my tongue eagerly against his. He pressed his whole body against mine, and I started digging my hands up under his tank top, needing to feel him with clothing out of the way. He broke off the kiss to let me remove his top.

"Bed?" I suggested urgently as he pressed his erection against my thigh. I looked down at him lustfully--those tight leggings left little to the imagination at this point.

"Mmm... wait," he sighed, running his fingers fussily through his blond tresses. "I should wash my hair first. I think I got beer in it."

I buried my nose in his hair and inhaled. "Little bit," I confirmed, "but it doesn't bother me."

"Please?" he pouted, raking his fingers up and down my back. "I want to be all fresh for you." A little smirk appeared. "You can help me...?"

I glanced back at the shower and grinned. "I could stand to shower off too--still all gross from work."

Aleksi turned on the water to warm up and turned to me excitedly, pulling off my shirt and unbuttoning my grubby, torn jeans. "Mmm, let's get clean before we get dirty, yes?"

He lowered himself to his knees to slide down my pants along with my boxers, which temporarily caught on my erection and then caused it to spring up eagerly in front of his face. He stared at it for a few moments before flicking his hungry eyes up to mine.

"I like this view," he whispered.

I grinned as I stepped out of my clothes completely, and he helped me off with my socks. When he stood up I gripped his hips, slid my hands down inside his bottoms, and grabbed at his bare ass cheeks. He pressed back against my hands playfully, and I responded by pulling him tighter against me, humping him soundly a few times. Finally I slid my hands down all the way, removing the remainder of his clothes. He touched the tip of his cock against mine; a glistening strand of precum connected them briefly after he pulled away. He shivered a little.

"Okay, hot stuff--into the tub with you," I urged.

I stepped in after him, and we cuddled together under the warm, soothing stream, massaging each other all over. He picked up a shampoo bottle and squeezed a generous amount into my palm. I couldn't identify the scent of it, but it excited me at once--I must have subconsciously picked up the scent during our last encounter and formed a pleasant association. At his request, I worked it through his hair, starting at his scalp and then working gradually down to the ends, twisting his locks in rich, lathered ropes. I dug my fingers into his scalp, massaging him, even scratching a little, and he purred and sighed as he pressed against the movement of my fingers. I'd never taken the time to wash a girl's hair before, and was finding this experience very intimate. He gripped my waist tightly as I worked his scalp, trusting himself to my hands.

After rinsing out the shampoo, he squeezed a blob of conditioner into my hand, and I started working it through. He whispered a few instructions, and handed me a big plastic comb. While he shut his eyes and smiled blissfully, I carefully combed the conditioner from his scalp all the way to the ends, now and then coaxing a few tangles loose.

"Let me know if I'm being too rough," I said.

His dreamy smile widened. "You're doing fine, Jason. Very gentle. It's so nice--very soothing."

When I finished combing the conditioner through his hair, he grabbed the shampoo and started lathering me up. Very quickly I understood all of the pleased noises he had been making--Aleksi's loving fingers massaging through my hair were comforting as well as stimulating, sending waves of warmth from my scalp radiating down through my extremities. It also helped that his erection was bumping and sliding against mine now and then.

Once he'd washed and rinsed my hair, I helped him rinse out his conditioner, leaving it especially smooth and silky. Next he grabbed one of those puffy things and some body wash and started scrubbing me, working up a thick, bubbly lather. I couldn't resist returning the favour and wrenched the puff from his hand before too long. We took turns. With us both naked, wet, and thoroughly soaped up, it was impossible not to rub up against each other as much as possible while we got clean. Twisting, writhing, groping, and grinding, we worked ourselves into a slippery frenzy, devouring each other's mouths like starved animals. Gradually the soap rinsed away.

Abruptly Aleksi grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, pressing my front against the tiled wall. I struggled to catch my breath and keep my thoughts straight. I had an idea of what he might want to do with me in a position like this, and I wasn't ready for it, despite my raging arousal.

"Wait... wait," I panted. "I... I can't!"

"Shhh," he soothed, hugging me from behind, with his chin on my shoulder. His cock was pressed against my ass, but he wasn't prodding. He whispered against my ear: "I won't do anything you're not ready for. I won't do anything sudden, or anything that will hurt you. Do you trust me, Jason?"

My breathing was shaky from mixed arousal and anxiety. I had no idea what he had in mind now, but I had only one answer: "Yes. Yes--I trust you."

He tugged gently on my earlobe with his teeth, and then sucked on it. My hard-on twitched. His mouth moved to the back of my neck, kissing, licking, and gently sucking. Gradually he worked his way down my spine, tasting every inch, until he was kneeling directly behind me. My hands tightened into claws against the tile. His tongue began to slip down into my cleft. I gasped and tensed up, but did not protest. His hands slid over my clenched cheeks and affectionately massaged my glutes while his tongue continued to work teasingly at the very top of my ass crack. He paused to pepper my rear with several noisy kisses before returning to the cleft, his tongue slipping down further now. I inhaled sharply again as he moved perilously close to my asshole. I shut my eyes, breathed deeply, and pressed my forehead against the tile, allowing myself to surrender control.

My spine straightened as his tongue targeted my hole, sliding in small, slow circles around it. The sensation sent a pleasant shudder through me, though I was acutely aware of my liberal body hair and, though we had just spent a good long time getting each other clean, a sense of my own dirtiness was preventing me from fully allowing myself this experience. I knew what rimming was, and I knew that many people enjoyed it, but I couldn't get past the hangup that the anus was the filthiest part of the body, and someone's mouth was on mine. I wanted to tell him he didn't have to do this. My paranoia suggested to me that he was doing it just to pleasure me, and was silently disgusted by it. I couldn't abide that. I had never been the kind of guy to get off on something purely for the filth.

Just as I was opening my mouth and taking a breath to tell him that it was nice, but he didn't have to do such disgusting things, he let out an indulgent moan, as if he were enjoying a rich dessert. One of his hands left my butt, and when I twisted my upper body around, craning my neck to get a look at him, I discovered he was beginning to stroke himself as he swirled his tongue around my back entrance, now and then sliding his tongue lower and pressing his nose into me. He was really getting off on it--my asshole. Hair and all.

Relaxing a little more now in the assurance he was doing something that pleased him, I pressed my ass out a bit, pushing more tightly against him while granting myself clearance to start stroking my own painfully swollen cock. I could feel my ring gradually unclenching, and his probing tongue felt it as well.




Picture Perfect Ch. 02



"Ah--!" I barked as his tongue began to enter me. "Ha--ah!"

He pressed closer, pushed deeper. His tongue began to fuck me slowly. I stuck my ass out at him like a whore, begging in stupid nonsense syllables instead of words. He sealed his mouth tightly against my ring, plunging his tongue in as deep as he could. I felt him twitching rhythmically with the force of his simultaneous autoerotic activity, and I pumped my cock furiously as well.

"Yes--yes--fuck!" I growled. I accidentally slammed my head pretty hard against the tile as I bucked with my sudden, powerful climax, painting the shower wall liberally with my fluids. Aleksi continued to suck and tongue my sensitive orifice for a few moments longer before tearing his face away so he could get a deep breath in. He pressed his cheek against my thigh as he moaned, jerking himself to orgasm and shooting wildly all about. I knew plenty of it hit my legs, but it was hard to tell with all the warm water still raining down over us. His moans turned into merry but exhausted laughter as his frenzy calmed.

"That... that sounded painful, baby," he panted, referring to my head against the wall.

"It's okay," I chuckled, finally turning to face him and help him up. "I've got a thick skull."

As soon as he was standing fully, he leaned against me, gripped my cheeks, and kissed my forehead where there was a small lump swelling. "Collateral damage," he whispered, and we both laughed. He lowered his head and looked into my eyes for a few moments before tilting to the side to kiss me on the mouth. I drew back, hesitating in the knowledge of where his mouth had last been.

"Oh--I know I'm a filthy boy," he pouted. "Did you want me to wash my mouth out with soap?"

I frowned, but couldn't hold it, and soon was smirking. Once again, pretty, delicate Aleksi was challenging my ability to man up. I toyed with the idea of actually pinning him down and shoving a bar of soap past his perfect, shameless lips, and the thought of it somehow made me start hardening again already. But I figured I could overcome this boundary. I'd already annihilated others today. I decided not to lie to myself--I kept at the forefront of my mind exactly what his mouth had just been doing and leaned in, kissing him soundly. He sighed happily and smiled against my mouth, draping his arms around my neck. His tongue wasn't shy--it slid in and twined around mine in a particularly friendly manner. I had been bracing myself for something, but there was nothing at all unpleasant about his mouth at the moment. He was as delicious as ever--a perfect feast.

At last he turned off the water and we stepped out, dripping copiously onto the bath mat. He leaned over and twisted his hair into a rope, squeezing out as much water as he could into the tub before retreating again to my arms. I was feeling thoroughly warmed, inside and out, but Aleksi immediately began to shiver. He grabbed a dry towel from a nearby rack and I wrested it from his hands, patting him down all over and then massaging him with it soundly, drying off all of his limbs and tousling his sopping hair beneath it. He kept one firm hand on my hip throughout to keep himself balanced and grinned, occasionally giggling as I gave special attention to some parts of him with the towel.

I spared no more than thirty seconds drying myself off before returning to him, holding him with his back against my chest and facing the mirror. Still in the warm, contented wake of a powerful orgasm, I was feeling mellow and affectionate and began to comb my fingers through his damp hair.

"Look at us," he murmured, smiling sleepily as he pressed into my touch.

"Look at you," I chuckled. "What are you doing with me? I'm a Sasquatch."

He burst into laughter and reached back to tousle my wet hair. "Okay--a sexy one."

"You really think I'm sexy?"

He moaned and pressed his ass against my groin. "Did I not just jizz gallons all over you, baby?"

"More or less."

"Did you have a nice cum too?"

"Fuck--I just about passed out. And not just from hitting my head."

He grinned and wiggled his cute butt against me again. "Think you might have more for me?"

"Today, I think I can pretty much guarantee it."

"Bed...?"

"Bed!" I agreed. As soon as we had vacated the bathroom, I tackled him around the waist and tossed him over my shoulder, sending him into a fit of delighted amusement.

"Stop--you'll hurt yourself!" he giggled.

"I'm a big boy--and you hardly weigh a thing," I protested, smacking his bottom before holding his legs tightly as I began to ascend the stairs, keeping a wide stance for balance.

"Oh--careful! Are you sure?"

"Shush!" He did weigh something, and the staircase climb wasn't a walk in the park, but I could manage it--I wanted it. He continued to giggle, and grabbed handfuls of my ass. Finally we reached the loft, and I tossed him onto his bed. He bounced a little, laughed heartily, and rolled over. He propped himself up onto his hands and knees, stretching and purring like a kitten.

"Goddamn," I sighed, mounting the bed and positioning myself behind him. "I can't wait to fill you up again. I'm gonna do you from behind this time."

He stretched his arms out, pressed the side of his face against the sheets, and stuck his ass out, grinding against me. "Yes please," he whispered.

I grabbed his perfect cheeks and squeezed them firmly. "Quit being so goddamn cute!" I snarled.

He giggled and continued to be cute as I fumbled into his bedside drawer for supplies. I found his lube and started drizzling it liberally over his backside; he squealed at the cold, and then started sighing when I explored his opening. I slipped easily through that moist pink pucker with one finger, and wiggled experimentally. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Yes!" he huffed. "Right there! Can you feel it, baby?"

My finger pressed against a soft, spongy swelling a couple of inches inside him--his prostate. "Bingo!" I said with a grin, tickling it some more. I added a second finger, and then a third, to very enthusiastic feedback.

"Mmm--oh yes!" he moaned. "Jason--Jason--have you been tested?"

I looked up as he peered at me over his shoulder. "Yeah. I got checked right after Ange... just in case. All clean."

"Me too. Jason--fuck me bareback. Yes...?"

"Hell yes!" I growled, flicking aside the condom I'd retrieved from his drawer. I was already fully hardened again from exploring his snug, warm passage, and the idea of doing him no-holds-barred made me twitch and throb. I felt like I could fuck him for hours.

I placed one hand on the small of his back and used the other to lube up my erection thoroughly before guiding myself toward his opening. I pressed firmly against his ring, which welcomed the sensitive tip of my cock. I stayed right there for a sustained few tantalizing moments.

"Ohhh come on!" Aleksi begged, grabbing handfuls of the sheets. "All the way--all at once! Hard!"

I stroked his back and butt in gentle circles, teasing him. "You sure, princess?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me already!" he hollered.

I pulled back carefully when he tried to press against me. "But you're so fragile and tender, little one...."

"Ahh--gods!" he wailed. "WRECK me!"

Well, that did it. I grabbed his shoulders to brace myself and speared into him until my belly was hard up against his back. He cried out as if slain, but the way he pressed back against me assured me of how much he loved it. I stilled myself again, letting him adjust to my girth. I leaned over him and kissed his jaw as he turned his head aside.

"That okay?" I whispered.

"So yes!" he whimpered, craning his head back more for a proper kiss. I tongued his plump, warm lips and then sealed my mouth over his, tasting him thoroughly and letting our tongues play until he broke off the kiss.

"Move," he urged.

I straightened a bit and pulled out most of the way before pushing back in and gradually starting up a steady tempo.

"Harder!" he begged.

In the back of my mind I still had worries about hurting him, but I reminded myself that my boyfriend was an ass-fucking veteran.

My boyfriend? Had I just thought that?

I grabbed his hair in one fist, bracing just above his ass with my other hand, and yanked on that gorgeous white-blond mane as I rode him feverishly.

"Haaaa--yes--!" he yelped. "Oh--hard--yes! Like that..."

"Fuck!" I growled. "Fuck!"

I pounded him mercilessly until I had nearly worn myself out, and slowed my pace for a few minutes, working him in long, indulgent, measured strokes and giving us a chance to catch our breaths.

"I want you all to myself," I panted.

He peeked over his shoulder at me in that charming, impish way of his. "I'm not expecting anyone else," he said with a breathy chuckle, and tightened around my cock as I pressed all the way in.

"Mmm...!" I moaned, staying there inside him for a while and running my hands up and down his back. "No... I mean I don't want to share you. At all. I want you mine."

He pulled away abruptly so that I slipped out of him, and we both made a whimpery noise. I was alarmed for a moment, but he was only turning over so that he could face me. He propped a plush pillow under his ass to give me a better angle and splayed his legs widely--I grabbed him by the thighs and pushed back in. He moaned and stared intensely into my eyes as he hugged me closer with his legs. He nodded firmly.

"Tell me more!" he huffed, grinning until his eyes sparkled.

I worked up to a steady pace again, pulling out almost all the way before plunging in again, over and over, his balls slapping rhythmically against my belly. "I want to wake up to you every morning, and come home to you at night," I panted. "I want to make dinner with you... clean up your messes... wash your hair all the time. I want to be the guy who has to stand around waiting for you, bored out of my skull, when you spend way too much time clothes shopping. I want to be around you so much that you drive me crazy... maybe I'll make you cry... but then I'll hug you, and kiss you, and fuck you, and remember all over again everything that made me fall in love with you."

His blue eyes were electric as he watched me. They widened, and his breathing hastened. He reached for his hard-on to finish himself off, but I got there first. I squeezed and pumped his rock-hard cock, and his hand closed over mine. His entire body went rigid, his head snapped back, and his mouth gaped. He uttered a sort of laugh that sounded like sobbing just before his load exploded--I aimed it so it would land on me. His cum surged across my front in hot, shining ropes, even hitting my chin. I opened my mouth and let a little of it hit my tongue. The sensation and the taste of his fluids, in combination with the tensing of his passage around my cock, sent me careening off the edge--I bellowed and reared back, pistoning into him a final few strokes as I released and filled him liberally with a painfully intense load of cum that poured and dribbled out as I pulled free.

There was a towel on the floor near the bed--I reached down to grab it and tried to catch most of my issue as it left him, hoping to avoid defiling his pillow any further. He made contented purring noises as I cleaned him off, but stopped me before I could towel his cum off of my chest and belly. With a tired but still gleeful smile, he pushed me onto my back and began to lick me clean.

"Did you mean all that?" he asked between licks. "About... wanting to be with me? Falling in love?"

"Yup," I replied, feeling perfectly content as I watched him lap up every drop of his own cum.

His mouth worked up to mine, and he finally kissed me, depositing a little more of his issue onto my tongue. I grabbed him and held him tightly against me, kissing him back with deep intensity. Finally I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, searching for some kind of answer. A large part of me expected I'd never get what I wanted. Having Aleksi all to myself? Dream on.

"You're so unimaginably sweet," he whispered, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb.

Here comes the 'but'. I sighed and started thinking like some asinine Harlequin romance again. He was a wild, untameable stallion... a bird that couldn't be caged... the surf upon the shore.

"I don't think anyone's ever wanted me like that before," he continued, cupping my cheek.

"You shitting me?" I exclaimed, incredulous. This was not among the responses I'd expected.

He shook his head. "Well... look around you. What do you suppose most guys expect?"

I looked around at the erotic art and photographs lining the walls, himself in many of them, with a variety of partners. If Aleksi was a stallion, he was the kind most people would expect to be for nothing more than a short ride around the barn--certainly not to take home and care for.

"I'm not most guys," I said, placing my hand over his. "I want the whole package. I'm not gonna get jealous over anyone in your past--I'm looking at the now. You can take all the photos you want of other guys, but I want to be the only one in your bed, the only one who gets your kisses. Can I claim you? What do I have to do? I'll do more photos with you--I want you to show them off, and I want you to tell people, 'That's my boyfriend!' Should I pee on you? Tattoo you? Brand my initials across your ass? How do I make you mine?"

He giggled and pressed his face into my neck. "You don't have to do those things, Jason... okay? I've never been so turned on by monogamy before. I want you in all those ways--já!" He slipped a leg across to straddle me and grinned down at me with his white-blond hair spilling all around. "Move in with me."

My chin dropped. "You serious?"

"Já, oui, so very yes! You all by yourself in that dismal basement with no one helping you pay rent anymore? Is nonsense--I have all this space, and also alone. You live here, in my big bed, next to me, yes?"

"Fuck--yes!" I laughed, wrapping my entire body around him and pulling him in as if we could meld into one being. After a few moments I laughed again, now hardly able to stop.

"Why so funny?" he wondered.

"Just really happy," I chuckled. "And... well... I'm going to have a lot of really surprised friends and family. Ah god--I'm gonna have to call my mom! She's gonna be floored."

"Good or bad floored?"

"I guess I'll find out! Ohhh god--and Angela's coming by this weekend to pick up a box of crap she left behind. I'd love for you to be around for that."

Aleksi giggled. "You want to show me off? Rub it in a little, já?" He wriggled against me teasingly.

"Fuck yeah! I won the hell outta that breakup. And what good is winning if you can't rub it in?"

Aleksi bit my ear playfully and tousled my still-damp hair. "You're a terrible, wicked man."

I grinned with enormous gloating pride. "What're you gonna do about it."

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Jason. One of these days. That's what I'm going to do."

I shivered at this. I was still scared and uncomfortable at the idea of taking it up the ass, but having discovered an unexpected pleasure at the generous exertions of his tongue in the shower, I thought perhaps I could psyche myself up for it--one of these days.



Picture Perfect Ch. 03



"Are you sure you want me to be here for this?"

He was sprawled across the bed in a posture that was an obvious attempt to look casual and careless, but I knew Aleksi well enough by now--he was posing for me, and delighting in being looked at. I couldn't help but look and appreciate. He was blissfully naked, with his white-blonde hair spilling around his pillow in gleaming cascades. Icy blue eyes fixed on me dreamily as he asked the question.

"Of course," I replied, leaning down to kiss the gentle jut of his hipbone before sitting cross-legged in the middle of his enormous bed and unlocking my phone. "I could use the moral support."

"Baby--I am here for you," he promised, rolling closer to me and dropping his pretty head onto my lap.

"Just keep your mouth to yourself while you're down there," I said with a smirk. "That'd make things really awkward."

"I'll be good as gold," he promised, settling onto his back so that he was gazing directly up at me, his face upside down from my view.

"I'm calling now." I stroked his soft hair with one hand and selected "Mom" in my contact list with the other. It rang twice.

"Jason!" she sang out jubilantly, not even bothering to say, "Hello." For whatever reason, that unmitigated joy I knew she would feel when she saw my name pop up on her call display somehow made me reluctant to call her, but really, a large part of the reason why she was always so thrilled to hear from me was because it happened so seldom.

"Hi mom. How's it going?"

"Oh, it's going very well, honey, just lovely! You know, I had brunch with your grandmum this past weekend--did you know your cousin Lisa is expecting again? Oh, and your Uncle Bill is retiring finally--there'll be a party, I'm sure. I'll keep you apprised!"

I listened to her ramble on about family things for a while and inserted a polite reply here and there to show her I was listening. Finally, she got down to the inevitable.

"And how are things with you, sweetheart? How's Angela?"

I smirked, knowing she had always despised my girlfriend and would be relieved to hear that relationship had expired. I smiled down at Aleksi and continued to stroke his hair. "Actually... that's over. We broke up."

"Ohh...!" she said in an "I'm-so-relieved-but-trying-to-sound-sympathetic" tone. "I'm sorry. You were together a long time."

"You don't need to be sorry," I chuckled, tracing the delicate lines of Aleksi's snowy eyebrows with the tip of my finger. "She was terrible for me, and I know it. I was glad to see her go, honestly. And you're allowed to be glad too. I'm really very okay."

She sighed and released a light chuckle. "It's hard for a mom to see her boy making poor choices. I'm glad you made the right one."

"Me too," I replied, my heart beginning to thud. "I, uh... I'm making some other choices too these days. Right ones. I promise." I stroked Aleksi's cheek, and he grinned dreamily, pressing, catlike, into my touch.

"Oh--what's going on?"

"Um, I know this is probably going to seem really sudden, but it isn't just... some rebound thing. It's... really real. Like... incredible." I took in a deep breath, locking my eyes on his. "I'm with someone new... and we're moving in together."

Aleksi's smile then was utterly blissful, making my heart pound.

She hesitated before replying. "Well... I feel like I should be the voice of reason and tell you to be careful about rushing into something... but I can hear in your voice that this is something different. You sound so happy!"

"I am--really happy, mom. This is just... beyond amazing."

Aleksi squirmed gleefully in my lap, kissed the tip of his index finger, and reached up to press it to my lips. I sucked his finger into my mouth briefly, making him gasp.

"So, are you going to tell me about this amazing new girlfriend of yours?"

"Well... actually... I, um...." I paused to take a breath, and hated how it trembled in my chest. Aleksi took my free hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "Mom... I have a boyfriend."

There followed what seemed like the longest ten seconds of my life. I kept my eyes locked on Aleksi's, losing myself in that frosty blue, barely even aware of whether or not I was breathing until my mother spoke again.

"You're not pulling my leg or anything... are you, honey?" she asked, her tone careful and curious. "That's not really the kind of joking I understand."

I wrapped my fist around the lower half of my phone and leaned closer to Aleksi. "She thinks I'm joking!" I whispered.

"Send her a photo," he whispered back, and grinned widely. "Not a cheeky one."

I uncovered the phone. "Mom... I'm serious. I know it's probably a bit of a shock. But believe me... no one was as surprised as I was! I'm gonna text you a pic, okay? One sec."

I quickly navigated to my phone's photo library and scrolled through dozens of recent snaps. Most of them were of Aleksi, though I hardly had the eye for photography that he was gifted with. I found one that I had taken of both of us together that was admittedly pretty cute. We were wearing clothes, at least, and he had his arms wrapped affectionately around my neck. I texted it to her.

"Sent--did you get it?"

"Hold on--if I go to the text, will I lose you?"

I stifled a chuckle. "No, mom. You can go to different apps on your phone while you talk--it won't drop the call."

There was another pause, longer than the previous one. I stroked Aleksi's chin. Even his razor stubble seemed uncommonly soft.

"Jason, you're really serious!" she finally exclaimed into the phone.

"Yes. Very. So... what do you think? His name's Aleksi."

"Well, he's very...." she began, and trailed off with a slightly giddy chuckle. "Am I allowed to say 'pretty'?"

I laughed and made a kissing gesture at Aleksi, who returned it promptly. "Absolutely. He knows he's pretty. I certainly agree."

"Oh, honey--you're so priceless!" She laughed again. "I'm sorry, this is all so... well, I never would have seen this coming, that's for sure." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Have you always been... um... inclined towards boys...? Was this something in you that I just... missed?"

"No, never," I answered honestly. "Never crossed my mind. Aleksi just... happened. I completely fell in love. I... wasn't sure how to deal with it at first. But I realized... gender wasn't a barrier. I'm totally in love."

I was lost in Aleksi's dreamy smile for several long moments, and barely noticed my mother's follow-up questions. I managed to get my brain back in gear, and told her about how I knew Aleksi, giving her a heavily sanitized version of how we had initially grown close. I left out the spontaneous, desperate fucking that had basically kicked things off, but told her about how I'd washed his shirt, and she found that little story quaint and precious. I told her about coming to his defence in the face of the bullies at the boardwalk market, and left out the fucking aspect of that one as well. Once again she was charmed. She sounded close to tears, and called me a prince. When I opined that Aleksi was the prince, she was gleeful all over again.

She asked if she was allowed to tell people, and I told her to please go ahead, if she thought they could handle it. Grandmum could, perhaps, be left in the dark for the time being--she wasn't likely to understand. Then, after some enthusiastic but vague promises of meeting on some nonspecific future occasion, I managed to end the phone call.

"Baby," Aleksi purred, turning himself over and sliding up to reach my mouth with his, kissing me with slow relish. "You were so very brave!"

"Brave? Really?" I quirked an eyebrow skeptically. It seemed a slight to my boyfriend to accept the idea that I'd have to be brave to tell people about him.

"You just came out to your mum. That takes some men... a very long time. Years." He stroked my cheeks and beamed at me adoringly. "I'm so very proud of you. My prince."

"Careful, you'll give me an ego," I chuckled, grabbing his barely-there love handles and giving him a playful shake. He giggled and tackled me, rolling us both around the sizeable bed.

"All right, you should put some clothes on," I finally chuckled. "Angela's probably going to be here soon."

"Sure you want me in clothes?" he teased, splaying himself out on the bed and writhing showily. "I thought you wanted to rub me in her face, yes?"

"I don't want to rub your cock in her face!" I guffawed, cupping his package playfully. "This is all mine!"

"I'll put on a little something," he said with a sultry pout, sliding his legs through a pair of white boxer briefs.

I was already in a pair of slightly grubby khakis and a plain sleeveless undershirt--my Moving Day ensemble. "I'm gonna keep hauling crap up the stairs till she gets here. You wanna help me or no?"

He pouted and examined his fingernails, continuing to lounge on the bed, practically blending into the white sheets. "I'm not so good with heavy lifting."

I started to frown at him for his unwillingness to pitch in, but it turned helplessly to a smirk. "You just gonna sit here looking pretty then?"

He looked up with heart-wrenchingly innocent eyes. "That is just what you want me for, yes?"

I bent down to kiss his forehead. He was incorrigible, but so adorable. I knew I was doomed, and in the most delicious way. "Yes, cutie. If I find a bag of marshmallows or a sheet of paper I need help with, I'll call you down, how's that?"

The corners of his mouth curled up into a darling smile. "Pleased to serve, my sweet doll."

"You're the doll!" I laughed, unable to resist allowing my moving plans to be delayed by his charms. I arched over him, pressing his arms above his head and then petting his strikingly pale hair. "All cute and posable, always ripe for cuddles."

"Ripe as a sweet plum, baby... for cuddles and fucks," he purred, pressing against my stroking hands.

"Cuddles and fucks!" I repeated, tickling him and sending him into paroxysms of giggles. "Cuddles and fucks! I wasn't thinking of that kind of doll!" I stopped my tickling and finally settled beside him, tracing the delicate lines of his cheekbones and jaw with my fingers. The beauty in him still overwhelmed me. I'd never appreciated beauty on this level before. "You look like you're made of porcelain. My pretty doll."

"Yes, baby," he sighed fondly. "Always your very own toy."

I kissed him a while, sucking his plump bottom lip into my mouth. The way he gasped and writhed whenever I nibbled at that lip always excited me. I bucked against him a little as I began to harden and explored his smooth, boyish chest with my clumsy, callused fingers.

"Sweetheart," he giggled, pushing at my shoulder a little. "I like what you're starting, but you have company soon, yes?"

"Yes... yes," I sighed, rolling over to catch my breath a little and allow my body to calm.

"Sweetheart," he said again, pressing a soft kiss against my forehead. "You be a good boy and go move boxes. I'll make you some iced tea--the real kind. I even have fresh lemon--yes?"

"Sounds great! Lots of sugar, hm?"

"As you please!"

After a few warm kisses, we went our separate ways--Aleksi to the kitchen, while I descended two flights of stairs to the dank, dismal basement suite I was relieved to be liberated from. Aleksi's place was beautifully furnished and lacked for nothing, so I had already sold off almost all of my crappy furniture as well as a great deal of sundries, most of which were thrift store junk when I'd obtained them. I was mainly down to boxes and a few odds and ends, and at this point I was sure I could move everything remaining on my own. I started making trips up and down the stairs, ensuring that the box I'd whimsically labelled "Ange's Leftover Shit" was one of the first to be moved. I shuffled it among my own boxes to make it appear haphazard, feeling a perhaps insidious sense of glee at the thought of having to take her upstairs to 'conveniently' stumble across Aleksi, my new roommate-and-much-more, whom she had once shamelessly flirted with back when he'd just been that weird guy upstairs we'd called Artsy McLonghair. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

I was stuffing my clothes haphazardly into a big plastic hamper in preparation for hauling them up to the third floor suite when the buzzer sounded. I grinned to myself and leaped up the basement stairs two at a time. It took me a few seconds to force my face into a semblance of seriousness before I pulled open the front door to greet my former long-term girlfriend.

"Hey," I said as neutrally as possible, briefly looking her up and down. It was difficult not to laugh. Angela had always been kind of a trashy dresser, but she seemed to be milking it today, with short shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks and a t-shirt that looked as if it had been stolen from a ten-year-old's closet. A retina-burning shade of candy pink, it read "ANGEL" across the chest in white scripty lettering that was bedazzled with glittery flotsam. The word was stretched out by the swell of her breasts, which also threatened to spill out at the scooped neckline, granting a tasteless irony to the slogan.

"Hey," she replied, flaring her nostrils for a moment as she gave me an equally appraising look, clearly not impressed by my grungy clothes. "So, got something for me?"

"It's probably downstairs--c'mon," I replied, biting my lip at the wild goose chase I was initiating. The moment I saw the painfully impractical spike-heeled sandals on her feet I knew I had to make her clatter up and down both stairwells.

She tossed her head, pursed her lips, and then pooched them out a little. It was her "Look-At-My-Sexy-Mouth" expression--I knew it well, and once again had to suppress a laugh. She was clearly on a campaign to make me jealous, to make me regret losing her. She walked ahead of me to the basement stairwell entrance, strutting like a runway model and glancing back to make sure I was following. Or that I was looking. Of course I was looking--her desperation was fascinating. Her outfit and her posture were screaming, "Take a good look at what you're missing!"

"So how've you been?" I asked, trailing behind her as she made her slow, meticulous progress down the stairs in shoes she couldn't properly walk in.

"Really great," she said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "My life has taken a serious upturn lately."

"Hey, mine too!" I replied, finally letting my grin show. "I think it's awesome we're both in a better place now. I'm happy for you, Ange."

She gave a short, skeptical chuckle at this and finally reached the bottom floor. She looked around at the nearly-barren suite. "Weird--I've never seen it empty like this," she marvelled.

"C'mon," I urged, gesturing her to follow. "The last of my boxes are in the bedroom. Your stuff should be there."

She clip-clopped after me, entering the small bedroom where I began making a show of looking in each of the half dozen boxes scattered around.

"Oh... the bed's gone," she remarked.

"Yeah...? So's almost everything else. Remember how I'm moving?" I snorted. I straightened and began to turn back toward her. "Yunno, I think I may have..."

I trailed off. She'd taken off her tiny t-shirt and was working at removing her push-up bra, the same blinding shade of pink as the shirt.

"Don't you at least have some pillows or a blanket or something?" she asked.

"What. The. Fuck?" I breathed, morbidly fascinated by her disrobing.

She paused and furrowed her brow. "Omigod," she whispered. "Wasn't this supposed to be a booty call...?"

"Where the hell did you get that idea?" I wondered, picking up her shirt and tossing it in her direction.

"Omigod," she moaned as she scrambled back into her clothes. "Are you just trying to humiliate me or something? You were sending me some pretty strong signals, asshole!"

"Signals!" I exclaimed, once again finding it hard not to laugh. "Was it the 'hey' or the 'how've you been' that sounded like seduction to you? Maybe my sexy outfit--I know the undershirt with the coffee stain on it always gets your motor running."

"Oh, come on Jason!" she hissed, carefully combing her fingers through her hair. "Inviting me over here, out of the blue...?"

I pulled out my phone and opened up our recent text messages. "Right, I see it now--when I typed 'I'm packing up to move', that does sound a hell of a lot like, 'I desperately miss your body', and 'if you want your stuff you'd better pick it up soon' was clearly 'I've got a boner for you--please come fuck me'!" I grinned at her. "You want me to follow any future communications with 'by the way, that wasn't a double entendre'?"

"I don't need to take this bullshit from you," she huffed, placing a hand on her hip and hiking her purse up on her opposite shoulder. "Just give me my things so I can get the fuck out of here for the last fucking time!"

"Sure thing, Ange!" I replied, continuing to grin. "It's not here though--my bad! I must have moved it already."

She tossed her hands up into the air in a "Lord help me!" gesture. "What the fuck? Do you have a moving van outside? I didn't see one."

I flashed her as innocent a look as I could manage. "Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm moving up to the top floor suite. We just have to head upstairs."

She heaved a grievous sigh and turned to clatter back to the stairs. Once again I followed after her as she made careful progress in her spike heels.

We reached the main floor landing she moved aside to let me take the lead. I smiled and started up the second stairwell.

"Doesn't what's-his-face McLonghair live up there?" she finally asked.

I licked my lips. "His name's Aleksi."

"So... he's moving out then?"

"Nope," I replied, feeling pleasant tingles travel up and down my spine as I closed the distance to the upstairs suite--home. Aleksi was my home now. It was still such a delicious novelty. "We're moving in together."

"What, suddenly you're all buddy-buddy with the freaky artist guy?" she snickered.

I reached the top of the stairs and turned around. She was only halfway up. "He's not 'freaky'," I said. "And yeah, we have gotten pretty damn tight. So don't be a bitch, okay?"

Her carefully plucked eyebrows went up. "Wow--touchy!" She smirked. "Don't worry. I'll be nice to your new BFF."

I waited for her to finish her painstaking ascent and led her inside the suite. I glanced back to watch her reaction as she entered, and I knew she was experiencing the same dizzying sense of unreality that I had when I first visited the third floor. It seemed impossible that this airy, sprawling, elegant space could exist in the same building as the cramped, drippy basement cave we had shared for so long.

I noticed her eyes widen as she discovered the nude photos on the walls. She quickly averted her eyes and grabbed my sleeve. "Is this some kind of porno den?" she gasped.

I snorted and shook my head. "No, Ange--it's called 'art'. Grow up."

I heard clattering and running water from inside--Aleksi was busy in the kitchen. "Doll, you decent?" I called out loudly.

The water shut off. "When I have to be," he called back, giggling charmingly. "Who are we expecting?"

"Angela's just picking up a box."

"Does she care if I'm not wearing trousers?"

I smirked and glanced across at Angela. I could feel warmth in my cheeks at the pure thrill of the situation. "Do you care if my boyfriend's got pants on?"

Angela pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and gave me the most condescending glare I had ever seen--and I had seen a lot of condescending glares from her. "Oh, that's real cute," she snarled. "Ha ha, I turned you gay--is that your lame little joke?"

"I asked you not to be a bitch," I said as gently as possible. "Aleksi and I are in a relationship, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you. Handle this however you need to after you leave, but I'm in love with a guy, I'm moving in with a guy, and all I want from you right now is to be a grown-up and come get your box of shit."




Picture Perfect Ch. 03



I didn't wait for her response. I turned and left the entrance hallway, heading straight to the kitchen area to see Aleksi. He was standing carelessly in his underpants and a thin white shirt, unbuttoned, that threatened to slip down off of his thin shoulders. He gently stirred a pitcher of iced tea with a long spoon.

"I'd say you're dressed enough," I chuckled, giving his bottom a light smack.

He grinned and leaned back against me. "Overdressed," he whispered. He let his head fall back onto my shoulder and drew his pretty mouth into the shape of a kiss. I kissed him, wondering idly if Angela was watching, but deciding in the end that I didn't really care. Aleksi was too cute. He was my world.

"Have some iced tea, baby," he purred, lifting his head so he could pour me a tall glass. "I made it just how you like it."

I took the offered glass and sipped. "Mmm--yeah, it's perfect." I kissed his pale, soft cheek. "Thanks, doll. You take good care of me."

He poured another glass and turned his head. "Would you like some? It's nice and sweet."

I turned in the direction he was looking. Angela had been standing at the edge of the room looking bewildered and noticeably uncomfortable. When he addressed her, she forced her expression into a friendly one. "Oh, that's really nice of you to offer," she said, modulating her voice to a softer, sweeter tone than I was accustomed to. "I need to get going pretty quick, though, so I should just grab my things. Jason, would you mind...?"

I smirked. If we were putting on a show for Angela, she was certainly putting one on for Aleksi. The fake politeness was amusing--the fake cutie-pie voice, even more so. "Of course!" I replied smoothly, leaving Aleksi's side so I could search among my cluster of boxes. Finally I located the one labelled "Ange's Leftover Shit" and set it on the kitchen table. "There you go--I think that's everything."

She regarded the writing on the box and rolled her eyes, then tore the flaps open so she could see what was inside. She looked a bit embarrassed by the contents. Among other assorted items were several thongs--I'd found them littered here and there like whimsically coloured dust bunnies when moving my furniture. I never could understand why she had so many--they did nothing for me, and just looked like an obligatory wedgie.

"Well... can I carry it down for you?" I offered, between sips of iced tea. The thought of her tripping and falling down the stairs while trying to carry a box didn't actually bring me any pleasure. It might have when we'd first broken up, but I felt as if I'd matured several years in the weeks I'd known Aleksi. In fact, this whole game now seemed extraordinarily dumb. I'd rubbed my new relationship in her face like a snotty teenager.

"No," she said bluntly. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet, perhaps in remembrance of what she'd tried to do downstairs. "I'll manage. We're done here."

"Okay--if you're sure," I replied, setting my glass down. "I'll grab the door for you at least."

She clutched her box tightly and raised her chin. She gave Aleksi a careful smile. "Well, goodbye," she said in her sweetest voice.

"Cheers," he said simply, raising a half-empty glass in her direction.

I walked her to the door and held it open for her, but she paused before starting down the stairs. "Fuck you, Jason," she hissed with intense vitriol. "Fuck. You."

Her heavily made up face was twisted with hatred, and while I couldn't exactly blame her for hating me, her ugliness in that moment made me all the more relieved I was now rid of her. I shrugged helplessly. A moment ago I'd been willing to grant her as much dignity as possible, but at this, I had to finally chuckle. "All right. I think I'll leave that to my boyfriend, though." I smiled as I slowly shut the door in her face. I strolled back to the kitchen feeling twenty pounds lighter.

Aleksi leaned against the fridge, smiling dreamily. "You mean that, baby?" he asked softly. "You want me to fuck you?"

I quirked an eyebrow and pressed up against him, inhaling the sweet scent of his hair. I hadn't given it much thought, but it was possible I was near to being ready. "Maybe," I whispered, kissing his soft neck. "Maybe...."

He shivered and let the shirt slip from his shoulders. "Did you have a fun time showing off?" he purred as he slowly pushed me toward the bedroom loft.

"Not as much as I'd hoped," I admitted, unbuttoning my pants. "I think... somewhere along the line... I musta' become a grown-up."

"I suppose one of us should be," he sighed, and peeled off my undershirt, dropping it on the stairs as we ascended. "Don't leave me too far behind though. I'm still just a feckless little creature who only cares about boys and pretty things." He smirked coyly.

I chuckled and licked his neck all the way up till I reached his earlobe, and caught it between my teeth briefly. "It's okay, doll--I like you just as you are."

He helped me off with my pants and looked straight at me with a glint in his striking blue eyes. "Shall I call you 'daddy'?" he whispered.

"Uh..." I grunted, my face feeling suddenly very warm. "I... uhh...."

Aleksi shoved me backwards onto the bed and then rolled me over so I was face-down. He leaped atop me like a cat. "Maybe you should call me 'daddy'," he hissed, his mouth right next to my ear. His hair tickled my skin. "Maybe I need to make you my little bitch."

"Oohh..." I breathed. "Bitch" sounded like something exotic in his charmingly muddled European accent. My cock throbbed eagerly as it hardened, pressed tightly between my belly and the sheets. "...Fffuck!"

"Fuck you?" he asked, his voice thick with honey. "Fuck me? Just... fuck?"

"Mmm," I groaned as Aleksi pressed his erection against the cleft of my ass. "F...uck."

"Oh, I know," he chuckled indulgently, kissing just behind my ear in a warm and gentle way that made me shiver. He slid a soft, slender hand around my neck and took hold of my throat, gradually increasing the firmness of his grip and stopping just short of cutting off my breathing. I felt my heart rate ramp up, and the blood rush faster through my body. Every inch of me felt warm and excited.

"Tell me what you want, Jason," he breathed into my ear. "You know I want to be inside you. You haven't let me yet. I believe you are ready. But you must say it. Tell me. Tell me what you want."

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, unable to keep a creeping smile from my face. This soft, ethereal, beautiful creature was in complete control of me, and I didn't want it any other way. My heart swelled. "I... want you...," I panted, "to fuck me... in the ass."

He let out a long breath and nuzzled my cheek, planting a feather kiss there. He slid one hand down to caress one of my lower cheeks. "I know," he whispered. "And it's going to happen. Right now."

"Gently?" I whimpered.

He let go of my throat and stroked my hair. "Baby... I know it's your first time. I'll take good care of you, yes? I will be in control here. But you know you can trust me."

"Yes--yes!" I huffed, idly wondering what the guys from work would think if they saw me in this state. Aleksi never failed to reach past all the macho in me and reduce me to a quivering pile of desperate need.

"Get on all fours and stick that sweet ass up in the air for me," Aleksi instructed.

I crawled up the bed a little and pressed my forehead against folded arms as I thrust my behind out toward him. "You won't do it all at once, will you?" I whispered. "You'll... like... prep me?"

"Shhh," he soothed, placing a slow kiss on each of my lower cheeks. "You trust me, remember? No more questions. Be a man now!"

I laughed abruptly at his last command, though I felt bizarrely close to tears. I yelped and sobered quickly when he slapped me soundly across the ass. I narrowly stopped myself from yelping again when his tongue darted against my asshole.

"Focus," he said huskily. "Relax. Think about what my mouth is doing to you. Think about my tongue. On you... in you. Your whole world is my tongue, my hands."

I felt the flick of his warm tongue again, and he slid his hands around to grip my hardening cock. His touch and his words were perfect and soothing. He was indeed my whole world in that moment--all of me seemed focused within that tight ring of sensitive flesh that my boyfriend's tongue was massaging with slow relish. I'd grown gradually accustomed to being rimmed, but this time, knowing there was serious intent behind it, I felt hypersensitive, almost quivering. I let his tongue do its work, pushing, coaxing, swirling. He meticulously relaxed my opening as he lubed me up thoroughly with his own saliva and stroked my cock all the while.

I'd been so lulled into a perfect haze of relentless, throbbing pleasure that I tensed up and cried out when his mouth left my asshole.

"Shhh, sh, sh," he soothed, kissing both of my buttcheeks. "Down on your side now. Left side. It'll be easier for you."

I rolled onto my left side, groaning. I felt like a taut bowstring waiting to be released. Aleksi gave a low, silky chuckle and stretched out into a spooning position behind me. He hooked a hand behind my right knee and shifted it out ahead of my left, and then he kissed the back of my neck and gripped my cock, stroking me slowly a few times.

"Okay," he whispered, taking my hand and guiding it into place where his had just been. "Take over for me here, yes? I'm going to focus on the backdoor now."

I breathed hard as he kissed my neck again and slid his fingers down my cleft. I hadn't been aware of him grabbing the lube bottle, but his fingers were dripping with it. He gently stimulated my opening for a minute or so, and then slowly slipped his index finger through my now slick and slightly loosened ring. I took in a deep breath as he slid in up to the last knuckle.

"Oh--weird!" I blurted out, my toes curling. I wasn't yet sure I liked being penetrated.

"Just wait," he whispered, sliding out and adding a second finger. I felt some nonspecific movement, and I wasn't sure what he was doing with his fingers, but all of a sudden a burst of ecstasy seemed to bloom inside me.

"Fuck--!" I barked abruptly at this entirely new and surprising sensation. The level of pleasure suddenly surging through my lower regions was almost like panic. I pushed my whole body back against his, needing to meld with him. "Whatever you're doing don't stop!"

"Oh, does my baby like it?" he purred, and chuckled gently, his warm breath wafting over my neck.

"Aleksi!" I groaned, pushing back harder against him.

"Baby...." His voice was hoarse and sultry. He nipped at my neck and slid a third finger inside me.

"Aleksi, fuck!" I cried out, my voice ramping up to an unmasculine squeal that I was surprised to hear coming from my own throat. His fingering was a slight bit painful now, but it simply mixed with the ecstasy, giving it a little spice rather than detracting from it. I writhed uncontrollably, rooted to his fingers, possessed by this overwhelming pleasure-pain-panic maelstrom. "I need you! I need you!"

"I knowww," he moaned. "I need you too. Deep breaths... relax... and push out a little."

"What--what?" I gasped, not understanding the instruction in my current state, but then he pulled his fingers out, and I wailed like a child to lose the sensation. A few moments later he pressed the head of his hastily lubed-up cock against my opening, and as it popped in, I emitted another pathetic noise and tensed up, arching my back.

"Relax," he repeated, his voice still low and honeyed. He reached around and wrapped his hand around mine, which was still wrapped around my stiff tool. "Breathe. I've got you, Jason. I'm inside you. Let's go deeper. Just push out a little as I push in."

I forced myself to calm, controlling my frantic breaths. I finally understood what he was saying and pushed, opening up my passage a bit more to accept him. He slid in further. It was a weird and foreign sensation, being filled, but I was desperate for my beautiful man, and gradually I was overwhelmed by the sweetness of that full feeling. Then, when he hit my prostate, I again had that sense of burgeoning, almost unbearable pleasure. I moaned and curled my legs back, tangling them together with Aleksi's. Together we massaged my rock-hard cock as he slid in and out of me with cautious slowness a few times, pausing between to allow me to acclimatize. He licked and nibbled at the back of my neck.

I remembered seeing lions mating on a nature documentary once. They made an unearthly racket, and the male's jaws held the female by the scruff of her neck. I, Jason, gasfitter, ex-boyfriend of Angela, onetime straight dude and homophobe, was a fucking lioness. I was a lioness being fucked. I was yowling desperately while pretty Aleksi gnawed on the scruff of my neck. A few weeks ago I would have been horrified by the thought of being so emasculated. But my thinking had been so backwards. Nothing was being taken from me except, perhaps, my last vestige of virginity. I was a man, making love to a man. This was masculinity multiplied. Two men loving each other was the most masculine thing in the world.

"Harder," I groaned. "Fuck me harder!"

Aleksi bit my shoulder and growled. He grabbed hold of my bent right leg and angled it up, slinging it over his hip. Opened up in this manner, I felt my body accepting more of him. His hand slid in under my thigh and gripped my cock as he pushed in closer, deeper, until I could feel his balls, warm and snug against my buttocks. He pulled out nearly all the way and then plunged back in.

"Yes!" I barked, pushing my ass out to meet him. "Faster!"

"Ohh, you feel sublime," Aleksi moaned. "I'll fuck you any way you please, Jason."

His hips began to pump steadily. I opened up everything to him, let go of every lingering hesitation. His cock pistoned in and out of me. Aleksi--my boyfriend, my lover, a force of nature I held in my grasp, and he held me in his. He fucked away all of my boundaries. I felt completely exposed, raw, and yet utterly, euphorically safe. The warmth of his breath on my neck was pure love. For the first time in my life I felt full in every way possible.

The approach of my oncoming orgasm felt like the first rumblings of an apocalypse. I'd never felt a climax come up from so deep inside me--for a few moments I was sure I was about to die, and I was wholly ready to die fucking.

"UH--!" I roared. "AH!"

"Yes yes!" Aleksi groaned. His thrusting ramped up intensely, and I knew from his breathing and tensing that he was about to cum as well.

"YES!" I echoed, my voice cracking, as he pumped my shaft steadily with his beautiful, slender, nimble hand, and everything in me seized up as I was fucked over the edge. My leg, still curled around his, pulled him involuntarily closer against me. My eyes widened, and my jaw locked open as a hot, thick stream of cum shot forth, strafing the white sheets in front of me. Bright flashes of light seemed to dance across my vision. I groaned helplessly as the climax persisted, consuming me; Aleksi angled me inward so that the next jet spattered across my chest and belly. He continued to fuck me aggressively, filling me with his own white-hot fluids. He pressed his face into my hair, muffling his whimpering cries.

I was still cumming. Aleksi milked every last drop out of me; it painted my front and pooled upon the sheets. The dancing lights faded at last, my jaw went slack, and I softened in his hand. I could feel my own thundering heartbeat in all my extremities.

"Aleksi," I whispered.

He, too, softened, and slipped out of me. I didn't want to lose that sensation of being filled, but even though his cock was no longer inside me, I still felt complete.

"Aleksi," I repeated. "Oh...."

"I knowww," he sighed, withdrawing a little and letting me roll onto my back. He looked over me with a euphoric smile, the blush of pleasure in his cheeks standing out intensely against the pale tone of his porcelain skin. He settled down and began to lick me clean, unbothered by the thick, dark hair that carpeted my chest and trailed down the centre of my abdomen. I breathed heavily and petted his long, soft, blonde hair. I could feel his cum leaking out and soaking the sheets beneath me, and I didn't even care. I repeated his name again. His name was like a sweet taste in my mouth; I savoured it.

He finally worked his way up to my mouth and kissed me slowly, deeply.

"Thank you," I whispered against his soft lips. "Thank you, thank you."

"Mmmm... my baby," he breathed. "My love. My man." He rubbed his soft cheek against my stubbly one, and then fixed his stunningly blue eyes on me. "Did you like having a cherry for me to pop?"

"Hell yes!" I growled. I gripped his face between my hands and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. "My ass is gonna be sore tomorrow, but... damn. You... you did things to me I never thought were possible."

He smiled dreamily. "I do so love to please you. Jason... would it scare you if I told you I love you like crazy?"

I felt a warm swelling in my chest. "The only thing that would scare me... is if you said I couldn't be with you," I whispered. "I love you like crazy too. Aleksi... fuck! I love you so much!"

He collapsed atop me and I enclosed him snugly in my arms. He told me he loved me several more times, and I told him the same. I ran my hands all over him, worshipping his soft skin, his graceful limbs, his perfect ass. I found his left hand and brought it to my lips, kissing his palm. I examined his long, slender fingers. I smiled privately. Someday soon, I knew I would have to put a ring on that.