8 comments/ 10062 views/ 52 favorites Twisted Ink 4 Alex By: Devinamaria Alex prologue "Alex!" My sister whined. "It's my wedding day. You have to dance with me." I turned my scary glare on her and shook my head. Usually the person receiving said glare would cower and stop bothering me. Anya, of course, just pouted more dramatically. I loved my sister. More than anything in the world. She was the one person that kept me connected to the real Alexei Bronski. I'd almost lost her a couple of years ago. That day, those few hours, were a nightmare. I'd faced my own demise several times. I'd been beaten, stabbed, shot. I'd beaten, stabbed and killed, but that day...that day still haunted me. "Why don't you get your husband to dance with you?" I asked flippantly. "He's dancing with his mom, and then his sister. And then his sister. Come on. Please? For me?" She fluttered her lashes and stuck her lip out. Dammit. I heaved a sigh and grabbed her hand. She let out an excited squeal and followed me to the dance floor. "You so owe me, big sister," I muttered as I took her hand and began dancing. "I don't know why you don't like to dance. After mother paid for all those lessons, you're a fantastic dancer," she said and rolled her eyes. It was true. My mother put both of us in ballroom classes. It was something all proper gentlemen and ladies should know, she'd told us. Right. Because I needed another reason to be called Alexandra in school. I was always quiet and shy. I never asked girls out. Rumors spread in private school, quickly. The thing was, they were true. I've never been attracted to a woman. Ever. I can appreciate their aesthetic beauty and I am the first to admit they can have much more depth than most men, but as far as a sexual spark. Never. Oh I tried. In college I tried a lot and I succeeded in getting the job done, but I never felt the raw need I felt when I was with a man. I was never attracted to the girl, she was always just the means to an end. So by my sophomore year, I accepted my homosexuality. It was a rather easy acceptance for me. However, telling anyone else? That was the problem. Anya knew. Almost right away. She was open and supportive. Now her friend Raine knew. Probably his lover, Deak, too. But that was it. Other than my lovers no one else knew. No one. I had to keep that side of my life buried deep. I had a lot of secrets. "Oh my God! Anya!" Jen screeched. She was barreling toward us. Her husband, Ben, was shaking his head from where she'd left him. "Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?" "What, bitch, what?" My sister replied sarcastically. They had the weirdest relationship. Usually they were just downright rude to each other. "Raine and Deak and Tyler are getting married!" Jen squealed. I raised my head and spotted the unusual trio. A small pang of jealousy swept through me when I saw Raine and his girl engaged in a kiss. Not because of her. Or him. Just that he could be so open with his love. He could and did show affection openly to both of them. "What!" My sister screeched back. "How? Oh my God! How does that work?" "Yeah," I agreed, a bit befuddled myself. "Ben said something about a civil union type contract. He's going to talk to Colt about it. Isn't it wonderful?" Jen answered and bounced. "That is great," I smiled. Anya squeezed my hand and gave me a knowing smile. I really was happy for them. They deserved it. "I'm going to go congratulate them!" Jen said with unrestrained joy. "Wow," Anya said softly. "Good for them." Her eyes turned to me. Great. Here we go. "I want that for you, Alex. You could be that happy. No one here cares that Deak and Raine are bisexual." "It's not that easy for me, Anya. I swear I 'am' happy, sis," I lied smoothly. I was certainly not happy. I didn't even know what that meant anymore. I hadn't known it for five long, hard years. "Okay," Anya backed off. Thank God. "Mind if I steal my wife?" Jack asked me with a hand on my shoulder. He was beaming like he'd just won the lottery. I guess though, he had. My sister was way too good for him. The only reason I was okay with this fact was he seemed to realize that and treated her like a goddamned queen because of it. "By all means. She's driving me nuts," I bowed out and smirked at Anya's affronted huff. "You're an ass, Alexei Nicolai!" She called to my retreating back. I made way to Deak and Raine, who were now mauling each other. I'd be lying if I said my body didn't react. They were good looking guys and they were quite openly eating at each others' mouths. "Ahem. Congratulations?" I said and smiled when they started. Their fiancée?-,Tyler got wide eyed and cowered into Raine. Yeah, I still had it. Not that I liked being scary, but...well yeah I did. "Thanks, man," Raine said and stood to give me a handshake/man hug. It threw me off. I wasn't a huggy person. People didn't just hug me. Maybe he was drunk. "Thank you," Deak slurred slightly and beamed. "I am one lucky fucker." "No doubt," I chuckled. And grinned at Tyler. She gasped and blushed. I had to bite my lip, which apparently was even worse for the poor girl. Her pupils dilated slightly. I'm not a fool. I know I'm attractive and I find it amusing when women react to my looks. It's also flattering. I'm not a complete conceited ass. "Damn, I only get that reaction when I'm naked," Deak slurred again. "Baby, Jesus! Filter!" Raine said exasperated. "Sorry, open bar," he explained. "It's okay. Congratulations Ms. Tyler," I told her. "Thank you," she squeaked. Deak gaped at her. "Really? We just got engaged and you're swooning over another dude?" Deak snorted. Raine dropped his head in his hands. I squeezed his shoulder. He looked up and shook his head. "And there are two of them," he said in mock horror. "God, help me if they want babies or some shit." "You're bed, man," I chuckled. I really did like Raine. He was a good guy. He was extremely loyal and that was a very important personality trait to me. "Congratulations again, you guys." "Thanks, man," he said with another man hug. "Oh hey, by the way, Jack said you're house sitting while they're in St. Thomas?" "Yeah." "Cool. I am gonna need to stop by to pick up my keys tomorrow. My car is the getaway vehicle tonight." "That's your Vette?" I asked in awe. "Yeah. Rebuilt it myself," he said proudly. "I helped!" Deak called. "Jeez both of you go gaga around Alex," he muttered. Raine glared at him. "Baby, you're pushin' it," Raine snapped. "Promises, promises," Deak yawned. "I'll call tomorrow about the keys," Raine muttered and rolled his eyes. "Sweet," I smiled and turned to make my way to my table. Then I froze. Solid. Walking in was hands down the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. Tall, blonde, striking blue eyes, and body made for sin. My mouth dried and my dick took on a life of its own. Raine noticed. "That's Andrew Grayson. What the fuck is he doing here?" He said the last to himself. "Who is he?" I asked hoarsely. "He's an old friend's older brother," Raine answered. "Jack had to have invited him. But I don't know why." "Oh." That's all I could say past the lust that was drowning me. I watched as Jack and Ben greeted the god affectionately, then started leading them toward us. Oh, dear God. He was even sexier up close. "Andrew!" Raine greeted and moved around my statue imitating stance. "Andy!" Deak called and squeezed around too. They were all speaking and laughing, but I couldn't hear anything over the thud of my heart. "Alex? Alex?" Raine was calling. I shook out of my lustful trance and extended my hand. Lightening shot up my spine when the gorgeous man in front of me took it. Then the fucker smiled and my knees almost buckled. "Andy Grayson. Friend of Jack's," he said all calm and collected. "Alex," I replied dumbly. "Alex Bronski. New brother," I amended. "Nice to meet you, Alex," he smiled again. Oh for heaven's sake. "Andy just moved here from Atlanta," Jack said. And that was the moment everything changed. Andy 1 New city, new job, new life. That was my goal. I had hightailed it out of Atlanta as soon as the job came through in Memphis. Then in a funny twist of fate I ran into Jack Campbell at a grocery store of all places. I honestly didn't expect him to speak to me. After what went down with Ben Allen and my douchebag little brother, I figured he wanted nothing to do with any of the Graysons. I misjudged Jack's genuine kindness. He not only stopped and talked, he noticed what was in my basket as well. "D'you just move, man?" "Yeah. From Atlanta." Then he blew my mind by saying we should have a drink sometime. It made me smile. Jack and my brother...their whole group really...always made me feel like a nerd. Even though I was older. I figured they probably still felt that way. Not that I was pining to be a 'cool kid' or that I was bullied. I was just...different. It could have been that I was a sixteen year old college junior when they started high school. My intelligence has always pigeonholed me. I don't mean to sound conceited, but people don't know what to talk about with me. The thing is, I like conversations about normal things. Cars, football, music...anything really. I have an extensive vocabulary, but it's not as though I use it to make myself seem smarter. Still, it's hard to make friends. That's why when Jack suddenly said, "Of course, I'm getting married Saturday, so it'll have to be after the honeymoon...hey you should come to the wedding!" I almost laughed. "Um, really?" "Yeah. Yeah. I know everyone would love to see you!" "Everyone?" "Ben knows you're not you're brother, Andy. You didn't condone it. We know that. I heard what you said to Luke that night." He was right I didn't condone it at all. I had told Luke, in no uncertain terms, that I was appalled and disgusted at his behavior. That went over like a steel anvil. I'm pretty sure my brother was laughing so hard he was crying. Asshole. My brother and I were as different as night and day. Luke was a rebel. He was always looking out for number one. I was a people pleaser. I wanted everyone to be comfortable and happy. Luke was also a social butterfly. He oozed charm and could converse easily with anyone. I was awkward and my conversations usually ran dry. Luke's group of friends were all like him. Social and charming. "How is Ben? And Zachary?" "They're really good," Jack answered. "Ben was born to be a father, man. He's shining. They have a baby girl now, too. He and his wife. Hannah. She's beautiful." I gave a smile. "And you? Getting married? Jack "The Player" Campbell?" "To the love of my life, dude. My one and only. So come see me get married, so you can tell your grand kids some day," Jack ended with a chuckle. So I accepted the invite. It was that night a month ago that I was introduced to Alex Bronski, the most intimidating, albeit gorgeous man, I'd ever met. And I haven't slept well since. Alex 1 "Here. Extra plate," I told my sister after setting the table for her Sunday dinner. "Nope," she replied pushing it back. "Jack's friend, Andy, is coming." My breath whooshed out. The Michelangelo statue was coming for dinner? My stomach knotted and my back stiffened. "Alex," Anya said in her prissy voice, "be nice." Oh I wanted to be very nice to Andy. "I know you don't like meeting new people, but Jack says Andy doesn't know anyone here and he has trouble meeting people." Interesting. A guy that looked like him should be able to make friends easily. "Why?" Anya glared in response. "No. Why is it hard for him to meet people?" "Oh. He's apparently some sort of genius. He graduated high school at like fourteen," she explained. Smart and sexy? I was so fucked. He was probably straight as a fucking arrow, too. "Okay, sis. I'll be nice," I smiled and nodded. Anya hugged me and sent me back to setting the table. As I was placing the forks I heard Jack's overly excited voice. "Andy! Glad you could make it, man!" My cock jumped. Shit. I hadn't even seen him and I was already fucking hard. Just hearing his name excited me. I tried to remember the last time I felt this way. Never. I'd never been this excited about a guy. "Thanks for inviting me," Andy's uniquely melodic timbre flowed into the room. "Um, I didn't know what you were serving, so I brought red and white." I chuckled to myself, picturing Jack's face. Jack and his crew were beer drinkers. If Anya was serving fruit and cheese, they'd be drinking Southern Pecan or Landshark. "Oh. Thanks, man. You didn't have to," Jack said, befuddled. I placed the last fork and made my way to the living room. One, to make up for my rather embarrassing first introduction. Two, to save the wine from Jack. "I'll take those," I called and reached for the bottles Jack was looking at bemusedly. I looked up and almost dropped them. He was in a plain white button down and khakis that fit. Just. Fucking. Right. Holy hell. Apparently he was raised right. Dressed business casual and brought something for the hostess? God, he was killing me. "Andy. Nice to see you again," I said and held out my hand. "Alex. Hi," he turned on that blinding smile. I actually feared punching a hole in my jeans. The same electricity hit me when he took my hand. I still couldn't get a good read on him. Most of the time I could figure out sexual preference as easily as race, but this guy...not at all. Probably straight and my mind wanted him to be gay so bad it was tricking me. "I'm gonna go let these breath," I said and let go of his hand. I immediately missed the sensation. "Ah, a wine drinker, then?" Andy smiled and nodded approvingly. My chest twisted. "Absolutely," I smiled back. It was then I noticed the other occupants of the room had become rather quiet and fucking nosy. I turned my scary death glare on them and they all averted their shocked eyes. Yeah. I was fucking smiling and being congenial and shit...so what? Andy widened his eyes and looked at the others. "Right," I muttered. "Gonna go, um..." I held up the bottles and made a quick, embarrassed exit. "Ooh! Wine?" My sister said in her sweet little voice. "Yeah. Um, that Andy guy," I replied. "Since we're having beef roast, I'm gonna open the red." "Okay," Anya shrugged. "Jen will want white though. The guys will want beer." I sighed heavily. Creatins. Andy 2 Okay. Note to self: Jack Campbell and Ben Allen do 'not' drink wine. Fortunately, Alex saved me from my faux pas. I also realized right away that I was not the only person Alex intimidated. When he'd looked at the rest of the room they'd immediately looked away. It was more than a little sexy. The most important realization, though. Alex Bronski liked men. Gay or bi? I wasn't sure, but he definitely was checking me out. That made me smile. I was used to men, women too, noticing my outward appearance. That wasn't always the case. I was an awkward teenager. I was always demonstratively younger than the people I was left to socialize with and I was painfully shy. Now the problem tends to be my outward appearance attracts people, while my still shy and awkward personality drives them away. "Dinner's ready!" Jack's wife called. "Andy, so glad to see you again!" She shocked me by pulling me into a lung compressing hug. "By the way, Grayson. My wife is extremely shy and demure," Jack teased. "Oh. Hush. There are no strangers in this house," Anya berated him. "Well, come on y'all. Dinner." We all followed Anya to the table. I took a seat next to Raine. Jack had explained that he and Deacon were in a ménage relationship with Tyler Eason. She'd grown into a very beautiful woman. I only knew her for little while. Her family had moved when I graduated college. "So? Andy how're you liking our city so far?" Anya asked politely. "It's a wonderful place. I haven't had much time to explore because of work, but I've liked what I've seen so far," I answered. "What is it you do?" Alex asked. My heart thudded, just like every other time he spoke to me. "I'm in medical research and pharmacology. I work with pharmaceutical companies to develop new drugs. I'm working with St. Jude right now to test a new anti nausea medication for pediatric chemo patients," I explained. "Wow," Ben's wife breathed out. "That's incredible," Anya said with awe. "Nah. Basically it's taking someone else's research and bending it to suit a different need," I waved them off. "As if!" Anya scoffed. "Pharmacology was my worst class. I almost failed." "Oh? You're in the medical field?" "Just an RN," she flushed. And there it was. She had already put me above herself. This was why it was hard to associate with people. "Nursing is nothing to balk at, Anya. Where as I only need to know the chemical make up of a drug and the physiology of a symptom or disease, you have to know emergency procedures, anatomy, physiology, psychology and a million other things. And you have to do all of those things with a smile," I explained. Anya flushed again. "I never even thought about it like that," she said with a humble smile. "Wow, Anya, you're like super important," Ben's wife commented. "Andy, quit flirting with my wife," Jack scoffed and then grinned in adoration at his bride. "Wouldn't dream of it," I smiled back. "So Andy?" Anya flushed. "How exactly is it you don't have a girlfriend with all that charm?" "Don't want one," I replied and smirked. I chanced a glance at Alex. His brows were drawn in inquisitively and his mouth was turned down in a thoughtful frown. "Why not?" He asked blatantly. "Alex!" Anya admonished. I chuckled and shook my head. "It's okay," I told Anya. "I'm gay. So women in general don't really appeal to me," I explained further and smirked at Alex. His face morphed from affronted inquisition to shock to interest. The look of lust that flashed in his eyes caused my blood flow to take a detour to my groin. "Oh God. I'm sorry," Anya replied with genuine embarrassment. "No. Don't be. I'm not," I smiled at her. "This roast is delicious." Alex 2 Two words. Two words and I was done. I watched in lustful shock as he dug back into his food. The rest of the table had gone eerily quiet. "Ben, how's Zach?" Andy asked conversationally, as though the whole table wasn't staring at him. "He's good. Getting big. You should stop by and see him," Ben offered to my surprise. I knew that Andy's brother had been led to believe that Ben's son was his. Apparently it surprised Andy too. "Really?" "Well, sure," Ben replied and laid his fork down. "Andy, what happened with your brother, I don't blame 'you'. You can't help who your relatives are." Anya snorted in a very unladylike manner. My head jerked toward her. One of my greatest regrets was turning a blind eye to the abuse my sister endured at the hands of my father. Or her ex lover. My sister had been hurt so much, and I wasn't ever able to stop it. I didn't even try. I'd promised myself to protect the people I loved from then on. I wasn't doing a good job of it. "That's very true," I said quietly. "Alex," Anya pleaded softly. "Just agreeing with the point made, sis," I gave her the best smile I could muster. Andy cleared his throat. "Well, thank you, Ben." The table fell into an awkward silence. Andy gallantly tried to save the conversation, and picked the worst topic. "Alex? What do you do?" Everyone, including Anya, looked on with interest. "I work for the Kazakov family. I'm a business advisor." That was a loose description of my job duties, but it was the safest. "What kind of business are they in?" Andy asked. The other guests heads were playing ping pong between the two of us. "Several small businesses under an umbrella corporation. Kazaa International," I recited the answer. Twisted Ink 4 Alex "Oh? Do you work for one of the smaller companies or the corporation as a whole?" He continued his inquisition. I felt my blood pressure rising. I set my fork down overly gently and looked up at him with one of my many intimidating faces. I didn't want to. Truly. But he was asking too many questions. "The corporation," I replied tersely. "Okay," he nodded and went back to his meal. I felt like a dick. I wasn't used to regretting my actions. I didn't much like it. "Sorry. I just don't like to discuss my job," I explained lamely. Several gasps sounded from the table. "I apologize. I shouldn't have pried," Andy muttered. Hell. Now he felt bad. "It's alright," I smiled weakly. "I should get going," Andy said after another awkward pause. He stood and turned to my sister. No. Shit. "But there's dessert," Anya explained desperately, before giving me the do-something face. "Thank you, but I really should go. The meal was wonderful. Thank you so much for inviting me," he said to my sister. She glared at me. Dammit! What was I supposed to do? "Andy," I said, "it's really not a big deal. I...my job is kind of...confidential is all." He paused momentarily, then sighed. "It's quite all right. I have to work tomorrow. Thank you all again." Fuck. Think. Think. "I'll walk you out," I blurted. I was graced with a megawatt smile. I stood and prayed no one noticed the semi I'd been sporting throughout dinner. I lead Andy out the front door and to his car in silence. It wasn't until we were standing awkwardly by his open door that either of us spoke. "It was nice to meet you, Alex," he said robotically. Damn, I'd fucked up. "Look, Andy. I'm really sorry about that," I tried one more time. "It's not you, Alex. I'm awkward. I don't converse well and I tend to cause a lot of tense silences," he said almost sadly. A strong protective wave crashed through me. I didn't like that he was sad. I didn't like that he thought he had done something wrong. I wanted to...what? Tell him he was wrong? Make him smile? Kiss the fuck out of him? All of the above? I went for option one. "You're very wrong. You're one of the few people that have ever made my sister feel important. One is married to her and one is her brother. You converse very well, unfortunately we're just an awkward group, so the silences tend to be that way, too," I shrugged. My cock did the fucking samba when he graced me with a true laugh. Holy fucking shit. That was a sexy sound. My lips parted of their own accord and I sucked in a sharp breath. He noticed and his laughter died abruptly. "I wanna kiss you," I word vomited. My voice was growly and hoarse. Andy's pupils dilated and it was his turn to suck in breath. "Okay," he whispered. Fuck. I couldn't; not here. I could never be sure of who may be watching. "I can't," I said just as quietly. "Oh...okay," he replied with a dejected look. Goddammit! This was not going well for me. "No...it's not that I don't want to...I just...they don't know...I'm not...fuck, I suck at this," I finished in frustration. Andy chuckled. "Are you still in the proverbial closet?" "Sort of," I shrugged. "I'm not ashamed. I'm...it's complicated." A heavy exhale left Andy's chest. "It was nice to meet you, Alex. Hopefully, it won't be so complicated someday." And with that he left. Fuck. Alex I shouldn't have come here. What the hell was I doing? I had officially lost my mind. It had been six days. Six long days since I'd made an ass of myself. Again. It had bothered me to the point of distraction. And I can't afford distraction. So, I called Jack and asked for Andy's address. Now I was standing like a creeper on his front porch, debating whether or not to knock. "Ah fuck it," I said to myself. I gave the door several quick thumps. After several moments, the door swung open and... A small girl was standing in front of me. My first thought was that I had the wrong house, but one look at the girl and I knew. She had Andy's stubborn chin, his full mouth and his arctic eyes. "Who are you?" She asked stubbornly. I couldn't answer, I just stared at her. A daughter. Andy had a daughter? "Emma Marie Grayson, what have I told you about..." Andy froze when he saw me at the door. Finally he spoke again. "Alex? Sorry, I wasn't expecting company." "I shouldn't have intruded. Forgive me, I'll just...go," I said, still shell- shocked. I turned to leave. "No. Wait," Andy called. "Come in?" I should have left. I should have just gone home, jerked off and forgotten about him. But I didn't. "Sure," I responded. Andy's house was cozy. Unlike mine that had just the bare necessities. He had photos everywhere, dark homey furniture, and it smelled like vanilla frosting. "Daddy, who is that?" The little girl, Emma, asked. "Emma, this is daddy's friend, Mr. Alex. Alex," he took a defensive position behind his daughter and a stubborn visage set in. "This is my daughter, Emma." "It's very nice to meet you, Emma," I said gently. "Thank you," she smiled her father's killer smile. "Time for bed, young lady. Go brush your teeth," Andy demanded. "But, daddy..." Emma whined. "No but daddy. Bed, Emma," he softly, yet forcefully. "Oh, alright," Emma agreed sullenly. When she'd left the room, Andy turned to me. "She's the miracle of my foray into heterosexuality. I have her every other weekend. She lives in Nashville with her mother," he explained without hesitation. I just nodded. "Pardon, but why are you here, Alex?" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have intruded. It's just the way things were left on Sunday. I needed to apologize." "It's not necessary," he responded and folded his arms across his thick chest. He looked at a spot on the floor, sighed and looked back at me. "I'm open about myself, Alex. It's not a secret, even from Emma. I know how hard it is to be that way, but I can't allow myself to be involved with someone that keeps that part of themselves, and essentially me, a secret," he explained. "It's not what you think. My job, the people I work for, they would never understand. It is safer for me and my lovers," I retorted hastily. "I am not ashamed of what I want. The consequences are simply too great." "Be that as it may, I can't, Alex. I'm sorry," he shook his head. Before I could respond Emma came back into the room. "Night, daddy," she cooed and wrapped her little arms around him. "Night, sweetheart. I love you," he smiled softly and wrapped her in him. "Night, Mr. Alex," the girl said and put her arms around my waist. My brain went on overload and something in my chest throbbed. Without thought, I hugged the child back. "Goodnight, little Emma," I said to her. I glanced at Andy. His eyes were wide and his lips parted. His gaze went from his child to me and back. Emma released me and walked back down the hall. Andy was still staring like I'd grown a new head. "She...Emma's never hugged a stranger," he mused in shock. I just nodded again. "I'm sorry I took up your time. I'll see myself out," I clipped. I realized I couldn't win with this man. I wanted him. Fiercely. But, he wanted things I couldn't give him. A relationship. Openness. Honesty. I started toward the door. "Alex," he called. I turned back in time to see him taking the necessary steps toward me. Then he was on me. His big hand gripped the back of my head, his other tugged on my waist enough to bring us flush together, and his mouth sealed over mine. It took a split second for me to realize what was happening, but then my hands moved to his hair and my body relaxed into his. My tongue ran across the seam of his soft, sexy lips. He opened on a tortured moan and I took advantage. I drove into his mouth like a starving man. He returned my passion with a fervor that left me devastated. He suckled my tongue in his mouth and it shot straight to my cock. I felt that this war of lips and tongue was having the same effect on him. His hardness pressed against me and ground deliciously. Andy pulled me tighter to him and stole what little breath I had left. The kiss went on for several minutes. I was lost to it. Lost in him. Finally he pulled back. We were both breathing hard. Andy bent over like he'd run the Boston Marathon. "Jesus..." He panted. He straightened to his full height and brushed his fingertips down my face. I closed my eyes at the heady sensation of his skin on mine. "God, you're gorgeous," he whispered. My eyes flashed open and I caught his perfect lips again. After a series of small pecks, we rested our foreheads together. Andy closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Say something," he whispered. "Like what?" "Anything." I took a deep breath. "I know what you want. I know why you want it. I can't give it to you and I can't explain why. I'm so sorry, Andy," I said softly. He started shaking his head. I held it in place and forced him to look into my eyes. "Despite all of that, I want you. Desperately. I can't tell everyone, yet. It's dangerous. You need to trust me on that, but I want you. So, if you're willing to meet me halfway..." What? I couldn't date him. All I could offer him was my cock and an empty promise. And that wasn't enough for Andy. He deserved someone who could offer him the stability and the openness he wanted. "I want you, too. Enough to figure something out," he responded. "Kiss me." So I did. And had plans to see him Monday evening. For dinner at his place. Andy 3 I tried to remember the last time I was this nervous about a date. Then I tried to remember the last date I had. It had been a while. I don't know what came over me Saturday night. Something about seeing my daughter hug Alex tugged at me. I couldn't let him leave without a taste of what I was losing. Then I realized one taste was not even close to enough to satiate the hunger I felt for that man. I may never get enough. That kiss. That kiss will forever rank as one of the greatest moments of my life. The doorbell rang and I had to berate myself for running to answer. I composed myself and ran my fingers through my hair before opening the door. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Alex is gorgeous always, but Alex in a three piece suit made my mouth water. "Can I come in?" He smirked. It was so sexy. I swallowed hard and nodded. "I brought a Chardonnay and Merlot, I didn't know what you'd be serving." How about him? On his knees? "Thank you," I said when I found my voice. Then I watched in absolute fascination as Alex made his way into my living room, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. "Is this My Morning Jacket?" He called out to me. "Um, yeah. It's just an alternative playlist on my iPhone," I answered, taking the wine to the kitchen. "I hope you like shrimp." "Love it," he replied, closer than he was before. I set the bottles down and turned to him. He was advancing on me with a feral gleam in his hazel eyes. "Hi," he said when he was close enough for me to feel his body heat and smell the mintiness of his breath. "Hi," I whispered back just before his lips met mine. Our lips moved together in a sensual dance, as my hands crept to his hair. Just when I thought to deepen the kiss, he pulled away. "Smells wonderful," he said calm and collectedly. I was anything but. I turned to get plates from the cabinet, as he moved across from me and propped his hip on the island. "How was your day?" My throat clogged and tears stung my eyes. I'd had a bad day. My head fell and I took a deep breath. "Hey," Alex said soothingly. His body heat pressed against my back. His lips brushed my nape causing a shiver to roll down my spine. "What's wrong?" "I lost one of the kids in our test program today," I answered hoarsely. "Oh, Jesus. Man, I am so sorry," he soothed and to my surprise put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed. "She was only six," I continued. His lips pressed more firmly to my neck. I looked up to blink back the tears threatening to fall. I had known this was the consequence of pediatric oncology research. I knew I'd lose some of them, but good God it hurt. "Shes not suffering anymore, Andy," Alex said in a pained whisper. His tone made me think that this man had experienced so much pain in his short life. I felt the need to soothe him, to make him forget. It was an urgent need in me. I turned abruptly and kissed him hard. He moaned into me, driving me higher. When I broke away I looked into his glassy eyes and felt the satisfaction, that whatever demons had surfaced for him had been knocked back down for the time being. We ate dinner companionably. The conversation flowed freely and easily. "My first kiss? Male or female?" "Both," I grinned and took another bite of shrimp tempura. "Female was Gretchen Gilmore when I was five. Male was her brother Henry when I was twelve," he answered with a wry smile. "You, dog, you," I chuckled. "What about you?" "Female was Naomi Logan when I was sixteen. She was dating my brother," I twisted my lips. "Male was Jared Campbell. Jack's brother, when I was seventeen. We were drunk and his girlfriend dared us to kiss." "Jack's brother?" He asked incredulously. "No fucking way." "Yes. It was awful," I laughed. "When did you know for sure, that girls didn't do it for you?" "I think I always knew. I fought it until my sophomore year of college, but I always knew. They used to call me Alexandra the Queer in school," he said lightly. It was belied by the flash of a grimace on his face. "Kids are cruel," I said gently. "Yeah. But they were right, huh?" He smiled sadly. "I see nothing queeny about you. In fact, what I see right now is all man," I replied and licked my lips. A salacious smile graced his lips. Lips that I wanted to feel wrapped around my dick. "And? Do you like what you see?" He asked with a lascivious humor. "God, yes," I answered, almost embarrassingly fast. "Good. Maybe if you're lucky you'll see more before the night is over," he teased and took a bite of his food. "Perhaps, you'll be the lucky one," I countered with my own smile. "Without a doubt," he responded. "I thought you could stay for a movie, maybe?" I asked Alex after he'd insisted on helping me clean up after dinner. I was stalling I knew, but I was nervous as hell. The bottle of wine we'd finished barely took the edge off. "A movie?" Alex repeated with a small chuckle. "Um, yes?" "Yeah, babe. I'll stay for a movie," he told me. He brushed the hair off of my forehead and kissed it gently. "Andy. You don't have to be nervous. If you're not ready to take it to that level, it's okay. I'm actually really enjoying your company. And trust me, that's a compliment." I swallowed and nodded. He did actually put me at ease. Somewhat. Physically I was still bowstring tight. He was worried I wasn't ready and all I could think about was mauling him on my couch. "What're we watching?" "I figured we'd rent something from cable?" I shrugged. "Preference?" "Nothing violent. No explosions or blood and guts," he responded. "Why? Does it scare you? You could always hide your face in my arms if it does," I teased. "No. I just don't like it," he clipped. And I screwed up again. "Alex, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. We'll pick something else," I had an almost begging tone. "No. It's not you, Andy. I just...it gives me nightmares, okay?" "Okay." He sat on the couch, looking sexy as sin. He lost his tie and vest completely. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned to the center of his chest. His hair was rumpled slightly. I sat on the opposite end and chose a comedy. "You don't have to sit way over there, you know?" Alex whisper-yelled teasingly. He patted the space next to him. I hesitated a moment too long. "Fine," he muttered and scooted his body toward me. "Andy, I'm sorry I got snippy. Forgive me?" He asked and gave me puppy dog eyes. I laughed. "Jesus! Yes! Now will you stop looking so pitiful? It's very unbecoming." "Oh? Unbecoming?" He mocked offense. "And here I thought everything was becoming on me. In fact, if you were on me you'd be coming, too." His Cheshire Cat grin and crude humor had my breath hitching. "You think so?" My voice was like sandpaper. "Baby, I know so," he whispered darkly. One minute I was sitting, the next I was on my back beneath Alex. His lips were eating at mine. His impressive erection was grinding into my thigh. My hands fisted into his shirt and my legs parted for him to settle between them. I ground my dick against his and relished the deep moan he let out. "Take it off," I breathed against him and tugged at his shirt. He raised up and started unbuttoning. It was taking too long. Without forethought I grabbed both lapels and ripped down. Buttons ricocheted off of the wall and floor. My breath caught at the sight of his wide chest. Dark hair spattered into a triangle. "Well, impatient are we?" Alex teased and lowered back down to press his lips to my neck. "Your turn," he growled. He lifted back up and showed my shirt the same care I'd shown his. I pulled him back down to me roughly. The need to feel his bare skin against mine was all consuming. "Fuck me," he growled close to my ear, "you're fucking beautiful." His mouth devoured mine. Lack of oxygen was making me feel like I was floating. His hips ground against mine in the most erotic way. His lips left my mouth and went to my neck, my chest. I hissed in a sharp breath when he nipped my nipple. "God," I groaned loudly. "More." "I'm just getting started, baby," he hissed and trailed his tongue to my navel. He swirled inside of it and moaned. "You taste like heaven. Tell me what you want?" Oh God. Everything. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to kiss me some more. I wanted his mouth on me. Everywhere. "What do you want, Andy? Tell me," he panted. "You," I answered just as breathlessly. "Where?" "Everywhere," I responded honestly. "Where's your bedroom?" He asked hoarsely. My brain stalled. Was I going to do this? Was I going to go to bed with him on our first date? His fingers trailed along my waistband. "Andy? Bedroom?" His pressed his palm into my groin and my mind was made for me. "Come on. I'll show you," I heaved out. His mouth was on me the entire way to my room. Nipping, sucking and licking any bared skin he could find. "You need to be naked. Now," he demanded and tugged the button of my pants free. The sound of the zipper was loud to my ears. His fingers found the waistband of my boxers and lowered them with my pants. My dick sprang free and pointed straight at Alex, like it was trying to reach out and touch him. "Holy shit," he hissed. "You've got a beautiful cock." My face heated and I averted my eyes. I wasn't used to men being so crudely vocal about my body. "Hey. Look at me," Alex commanded. I snapped my eyes to his. "You're gorgeous, Andy. Fucking beautiful. I like looking at you and I like telling you. Okay?" I gave a jerky nod and fought my instinct to cover myself. Alex walked toward me and gave me a chaste kiss. Something about it made me hotter. Maybe because I was nude, but he'd kissed me without the heat from before. "You're exceptional, Andy. Here," he lightly squeezed my dick. "Here," he ran his fingers over my thudding heart. "And especially here." His fingers brushed my temple. Damn, I could be in trouble. If he kept saying things like that, I may ask him to stay forever. He kissed me gently again and backed me up until my thighs hit the bed. "Lay back." His tone and touch had become tender. Heartbreakingly so. I obeyed his request and move to the center of my bed. He crawled toward me, but lined his face up with my erection. His lips closed over my swollen head and suckled lightly. My eyes rolled back and my hands fisted my comforter. Twisted Ink 4 Alex "Alex," I whispered with need. He sucked more of me in and used his raspy tongue to trace the veins and ridges. "Yes," I breathed. "God yes." His hand lifted my sac and gave a light squeeze before grazing my anus. My dick was released with a pop. Alex's lust filled gaze met mine. His lips were swollen and dark. He was the epitome of masculine perfection. "Lube?" "Dresser. Top drawer," I responded. He got up and got what he needed. I also noticed he pulled out a whole strip of condoms. Holy crap. "I do need to be able to walk tomorrow," I only half teased. "Walking's overrated," he grinned. "Spread your legs, baby and bend your knees. Let me see this sexy ass." I did as he said and felt the cool plop of the lubricant. Alex's finger began pressing against me and his mouth went back to my dick. I'd been taken anally numerous times, so the preparation for what I was really craving was quick. Almost instantly I was riding his fingers and begging for more. Alex stopped and divested himself of his pants and boxer briefs. Good, God he was so...male. His dick stood proud and thick and long, out of the dark patch of hair. His balls hung large and heavily between thighs. I heard the tear of the foil. "Let me," I pleaded. I sat up and grabbed his hard cock. I needed just a taste before I rolled the condom on. I closed my lips over him and shivered at the tortured groan he gave me. Male satisfaction pulsed through me. "Stop, Andy. Don't wanna come this way. Wanna be in you, baby," he gritted. I pulled back and rolled the rubber down his shaft. He squeezed the base and bit his lip. "Fuck," he whispered. "I need to fuck you now," he said to me. "Yes," I whimpered. "Please yes." Alex 4 "Raise that sexy ass up," I ground out. I had to keep a firm grip on my cock, otherwise I was gonna come too soon. When Andy sucked me into his warm mouth I almost hit the floor. Then his strong hands rolling on the fucking rubber. I had to offset the naked pleasure with pain or I was going to come. Andy climbed back to center of the bed on his hands and knees and waited. I took a moment to appreciated the view of his toned ass, thick thighs and heavy sac swaying in between them. His back hole was flaring and ready for me. "That's so fucking sexy," I told him. I knew my dirty compliments embarrassed him, but from the sight of that asshole winking, it also turned him on. I crawled behind him and greased my cock. I lined up with his tight hole and began pressing forward. "Let me in, baby. Let me feel this tight ass." He slightly flared and I pushed through the initial ring. "Oh God," he whisper moaned. "Feel okay, baby?" "God, yes. More," he begged and rocked back, pushing more of me in. I slowly pushed again. "Dammit! Just fucking do it!" Andy snarled. At first I was taken aback. Andy wasn't a cusser. Then I started laughing. Hard. my head fell between his shoulder blades and laughter shook my body. I felt Andy's body shaking, too. "It's not funny," he laughed. "Yeah. It kind of was," I continued laughing. Andy dropped and my cock came out of his ass. I missed the warmth. I came down over him and we both shook with hysterics until we had tears in our eyes. "I'm sorry," I said finally calming to a chuckle. "I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard," Andy admitted. "Me either." I don't think I'd ever laughed that hard with anyone. It felt...good. Freeing. I placed a kiss on Andy's shoulder. "Ready to try again," he said. His head was rested on his folded arms, his eyes were shining from the tears, his full mouth was grinning and my heart beat overtime. I could not allow myself to fall for this guy. "I promise I'll behave," he chuckled. "Yeah," I said hoarsely. I moved to kiss his lips gently. "I'm ready." He lifted back up and I moved back to behind him. I surged forward without pause this time. Andy moaned in pleasure and my cock twitched. "You feel so good," I told him. "You too, baby," he responded. I began to pump my hips in a medium tempo. Andy's scorching heat enveloped me and tested my resolve. I grabbed his beautiful cock and began to stroke his length in time with my thrust. "Alex!" He cried out and started meeting me thrust for thrust. "So good. So damn good." He threw his head back and closed his eyes. It was eroticism and beauty and art all at once. I leaned forward and turned his head to mine. I kissed him hard and wet and deep. "I'm almost there," he murmured into my mouth. "Come for me, Andy. I want to feel it." His cock swelled in my hand and warmth shot from his tip. His ass clenched and released rhythmically around me. "Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna fucking come," I snarled. "Please, please, please," Andy begged. "Come in me, Alex." His words sent the fire through my balls. I came so hard I was seeing stars. Filthy promises left my mouth as I pulled Andy's head back for a searing kiss. After I'd ridden out my orgasm, we collapsed in a tangle of limbs. We kissed languidly coming down from our orgasmic high. "Gonna go clean up," I said and kissed Andy's nose. "Are you staying?" He asked drowsily. "Do you want me to?" "Mmm. Very much," he smiled sleepily, his eyes closed. I didn't do overnights. Too hard to explain to the bosses, but I still found myself saying, "Okay." "What does your tattoo mean?" Andy asked, fingering the lines on my bicep. He was resting on his arms across my chest. "Is it a barcode?" There were twenty two of them. I prayed every day that I wouldn't add any more. "It's a tally of sorts," I explained shortly. "Reminds me of my sins." Andy crawled up my body and kissed my lips. "We won't talk about it," he murmured. I sighed. "I just want to know you, Alex," he pulled back and searched my face. "No you don't, baby," I retorted and palmed his firm ass. "Yes. I do," he argued. "Dammit, Andy. I don't even know me. Okay? I have secrets. And I have to keep them. Can't you understand that?" I was leading so many different lives it was hard to figure out which one was the real Alex. I wanted it to be the one lying in bed with this gorgeous man. I wanted that so fiercely I could taste it. But, it could be the Alex that earned the lines of my tattoo. It could be the Alex that was in so deep he forgot where his true loyalty lay. It could be some bastard hybrid of sorts. "Okay," he whispered. "I won't ask." Then he lowered his lips back to mine and drew my tongue into his mouth. My cock swelled and lengthened between us. "You can't be ready again, baby," he commented, slightly amused. "Like hell I can't," I grinned back. It was unbelievable. Just twenty minutes ago Andy woke me up with his mouth on my cock and proceeded to blow my mind, now I was ready and rearing to go again. "It's all you, baby," I said right before I licked into his mouth. My hands pushed between us and wrapped around his stiff cock. I swallowed his groan and began stroking. His hips pumped into my hands. "You sore?" I asked against his neck. He nodded slightly. "It's been a while," he answered and I felt his smile in my hair. For some reason knowing Andy hadn't had a lover in a while filled me with relief and satisfaction. I sucked the skin of his neck and nipped him. His hips thrusted harder into my palm. "I want you again, though," he moaned. "Me too. So, so bad," I agreed and nuzzled his cheek. He rolled off of me and grabbed the lube and another condom. He turned onto his stomach and lifted his ass. "Just be gentle," he whispered. Fuck he was incredible. I moved around him and rolled the condom on. I greased myself and him and pushed slowly into his delectable heat. "Mmm. Alex," he sighed. "Does it hurt?" I asked tightly. My balls were already drawing up. "No. So good. I come so hard with you." His words were slightly slurred and dreamy. I realized I was meeting no resistance at all. Andy was totally relaxed. "Not falling asleep, are you?" "God, no. Just so damn good. So happy," he sighed out again. My heart stuttered. 'I' had made him happy? Me? Pride and bliss surrounded me as I began moving inside of him. His dreamy moans and small masculine whimpers were like electric currents through my blood. "Alex. Alex. Alex," he repeated my name like a arduous mantra. His hand began sluggishly stroking his cock. "No. I want to finish you in my mouth," I demanded urgently. He inhaled sharply and began thrusting his hips back into my thighs. Faster and harder he was impaling himself on my cock. "Let go, Alex. Please," he beseeched. My cock twitched and my fiery seed flooded the condom tip. So much so it ran up the sides, like I hadn't been drained twice already. I pulled out quickly, relishing the gasp from Andy. I flipped him quickly and drew his cock into my mouth hard. After three hard sucks he began to fill my mouth with his thick saltiness. "Oh, ffuucckk," he cried out. I swallowed convulsively around his this corona. And savored every drop he gave me. "Jesus. You're going to kill me," he laughed. "You're going to fuck me to death." I stripped the condom off and dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed. I wasn't even trying to get up to clean up. "That's three times tonight you've said that word, Grayson," I teased. His eyes widened in shock. "You're a bad influence, Bronski," he mocked petulance. "Mmm," I crawled up to his face and peppered him with light kisses. "It's sexy." I lay my head on his chest and wrapped myself around him. "Would you like to come to dinner again tomorrow night? Or...well tonight? Since it is tomorrow?" He asked. I heard the hesitation in his voice. I did. I wanted so badly. But I needed to keep a safe distance as well. Fortunately, I had an excuse. "I can't, baby. I've got a business dinner tonight." I peeked up and saw the disappointment on his beautiful face. His lips twisted and he nodded. I didn't like it. I didn't like that I'd upset him. I immediately wanted to make it better. "Tomorrow night? You come to my place? We can even go out for dinner." What the fuck was I saying? What the fuck? My place? My place that always had eyes on it? Go out? Out where anyone could see him? Make him vulnerable? What was I thinking? I needed to take it back. Right. The. Fuck. Now. But the heart stopping grin that split his face made that impossible. It was so fucking easy to make this man happy. Just asking him to dinner made me feel like the fucking king of England. "Okay," he smiled down at me. "Okay," I agreed. I was such an idiot. Andy 4 Tuesday was one of the best days I'd had in a while. It began when Alex got up at sunrise to go home, but decided to take a shower at my place first with me. I'd never had sex in a shower, but now I highly recommend it. My ass was so sore all day I'm sure I was walking around like an effeminate John Wayne. Tenderly and bow legged. Work flew by. Partly because I got three rather risqué texts from Alex. 'Still thinking about your sexy ass' 'Having a hard time focusing today. Keep thinking about the sounds you made in the shower this morning.' And my favorite. A d-pic showing me that last night had him as riled up as me. Mostly flashes from the night before assaulted me all day. Not just the sex either. Flashes of Alex's smile and the tender moments just lying together and talking. God, I sounded like a damn woman. One thing I am not is an effeminate gay man. Not that there is anything wrong with men who are, I simply am not one. I never wore my mother's heels or make up. I despise pink. And I am in no way transgender. I learned a long time ago, many people have the prejudice that gay men wish they were women. Totally incorrect. I love my penis. I have no desire to part with him. I simply like other penises as well. I also am not usually attracted to effeminate men. I like men. I want them to be men. I dated a queeny man once for a few months and his drama drove me crazy. If I wanted female type drama, I'd be with someone who had a vagina. Again, no offense to those men or the men that love them, just not for me. "Dr. Grayson?" Natalie, one of the interns, called to me. "Yes?" "A group of us are going to dinner tonight. We wanted to invite you. We know you're new in town and..." She trailed off. I had been told not to fraternize with my interns or assistants, but I've found that some of our best brainstorming happens outside of the lab in social settings. "That would be fantastic," I smiled. Her cheeks went pink. Oh for crying out loud. I was used to this. "Natalie. It 'is' a group dinner, right?" "Yes, Dr. Grayson," she said quickly. "Good. I'll have to call my boyfriend and let him know." That usually nips it in the bud, even if it is a white lie. Her cheeks went pink again. "Of course, Dr. Grayson," she smiled. "Call me Andy, Natalie." We ended up at a restaurant downtown called The Majestic Grille. It was an old movie theater converted into a restaurant. It had a golden aged Hollywood feel. Big white screens played old movies and high back booths gave the illusion of privacy. I fleetingly thought about being here with Alex. We all piled into the booth and ordered drinks. An hour later we were all a tad tipsy. It was nice to be out among the living. Relaxing. Enjoying the company. "Dr. Grayson, what exactly is your IQ?" Matthew, my lab tech, asked. "183," I answered with an unfocused grin. "Holy shit," he crowed. "That's like five points above mine!" "That's because you're an idiot," Barb, the pharmaceutical rep quipped. "Hey! I was summa cum laude," he argued. "Yeah? Where? Clown U?" Natalie ribbed. "No! Vandy," Matthew said with pride. "That's my alma mater," I chime in. "Yeah, Doc. We know," Barb chuckled and pointed to my Vanderbilt t-shirt. I looked down and found that to be extremely funny. My head swum and my bladder complained. "I gotta pee," I said most unmannerly. The table laughed. I stood and swayed slightly, glancing around for the men's room. I saw the sign and stumbled toward the hallway. When I got to the bar area I froze. Sitting on one of the barstools, with his head inclined at an intimate angle toward a stunning redheaded woman, was Alex. He had his lips close to her ear and a slight smile on his face. She was laughing quietly at whatever he was saying. My chest tightened and lower body tingled. She took a prolonged sip of some sort of cocktail and he lifted to sip out of a whiskey tumbler. She leaned toward him and intimately touched his forearm. My whole body shook with disappointment and pain. I had no claim to him, but it still hurt to see him there. With a woman. A woman he apparently knew well. The truth crashed into me so hard I stumbled backward. 'I' was nothing more than a dirty secret. Something Alex had several of. I stood frozen for what seemed an eternity, watching their intimacy play out before me. "Dr. Grayson! Did you get lost?" Matthew called to me. Alex's head snapped up and his eyes met mine. I saw a split second of heat before they shuttered and his face went blank. He hardly even acknowledged me. "Doc? You alright?" Matthew asked, concern lacing his voice. "Yeah," I rasped out and turned toward the restroom. I went into the first available stall and plopped down on the toilet. I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes tightly. I fought against the images warring in my mind. The ones of Alex's head bobbing between my thighs and that same head whispering into the beautiful woman's ear. "Doc? I'm, um, I'm gonna go back out. You sure you're okay?" Matthew asked through the stall. "Yeah, just too much tequila," I lied. He knew I was lying. He graciously accepted it though and left me to my stupid misery. A few minutes passed by and there was a tentative knock on the stall door. I saw a pair of shiny, black oxfords underneath. "Andy? Let me in," Alex said softly. "We need to talk." I steeled my voice. I didn't want him to know how bad he'd hurt me. "Nothing to talk about," I stated firmly. "I will crawl under the door, Andy. Open up," Alex demanded. For heaven's sake. I unlatched the lock and the door swung open. Alex swooped in and latched it back. He squatted in front of me. He looked gorgeous, which made me angry. He was in a black two piece this evening. It was cut perfectly. It hugged his chest and shoulders like a second skin. The trousers shaped his perfect behind and hung just so on his narrow hips. I seethed that he had to look so damned good. "Andy. It's not what you think," he said quietly. I stood abruptly. I was not a damned idiot. I knew intimacy when I saw it. "Tell it to someone who will fall for it, Alex!" I gritted out an move to leave to too small confines of the stall. His heat crushed to my back. His arms wrapped around me. "She's a beard, baby. That's all she is." His tone was quietly besieging. His arms tightened. His lips brushed my shoulder. "I swear, baby. She comes with me for business socializing. I don't want her. This," he pressed his erection into my backside, "this is all for you. You're what I want. I'll introduce you to her. Just, please. Please, Andy," he begged. My shoulders slumped. "This is why I can't do this, Alex," I said softly. "I can't be your secret." "You're not. Don't you see? She's the secret, baby. She's the lie," he pleaded with me. "But 'she's' here with you and 'I'm' hiding out in a bathroom stall," I argued, exhausted already. "She may be a secret, but so am I. Where do the secrets and lies end, Alex? Hmm? Tell me, and we'll move forward." He forehead pressed into my shoulder. "Please. God, please don't make me do this," his voice was quiet but thick. I could feel the pain in it. My heart cracked. I didn't understand why he needed to appear as someone different, but I could tell it was killing him. I knew he was telling me the truth. I turned in his arms and cupped his cheeks. I crushed my lips to his and bullied my tongue inside. He met my fervor head on. His hands went to my belt an deftly undid the buckle. Before I could object my fly was open an his hand was grabbing for my semi erect dick. It quickly swelled to fully hard under his skillful hand. He stroked me roughly. The delicious friction was almost to the point of pain, but instead was just sublime pleasure. "This cock, baby. This cock is all I've thought of all day," he growled. I groaned and dropped my head against his shoulder. "I'm all yours, Andy. I've never wanted anyone as bad as I want you. I can't focus. I can't think. Not about anything but you." My balls tightened and swelled at the same time. "I want it in my mouth, baby. I want to taste all the cum you have for me," he hissed. My body shuttered. I lifted my head and blindly searched for his mouth. "Tell me your mine, Andy?" "Yes," I moaned. "Yes, please." I was close to sobbing. He squatted and sucked my dick to the back of his throat. A loud rumbling cry started in my chest and flew from my mouth. My dick pulsed painfully as I came. Hard. My knees buckled, but Alex held me up. He licked me clean and stood. He kissed me with a devastating tenderness and ran his knuckles down my cheek. "Please, be patient," he asked in a heartbreaking plea. I could see the torment on his face. "Please." "Okay," I responded. How could I not? I wanted him. That badly. "Alexei?" A feminine voice called. I stiffened. Alex grinned. "Hold on, Dee," he called back. He tucked me back in and zipped me up. He unlatched the door and took my hand. And so it was like this that I came face to face with the beautiful redhead. She pursed her lips in amusement. My face and neck heated. "Alex? Are you going to introduce me." "Dee, this is my friend, Andrew Grayson. Andy, my beard, Dee," Alex said with a sly smile. "That word sucks," she stated. "Nice to meet you, Andy." She grinned and winked at me. I looked away and blushed. "Damn, that blush is adorable."