Chapter Eleven – In the Dark
He didn't need to check his phone to know that sunrise was still hours away. It was the same damn thing, his brain was in overdrive preventing him from getting a full-night's sleep. His genes were pretty strong, seeing how sleeping so little hadn't taken a toll on his health yet. He'd rest once he made partner. Once he reached all his goals, then he'd take it easy.
Only now he was on vacation, and he was supposed to rest. There were no files or documents waiting for his perusal, no studying to catch up on – because he never stopped learning something new – and no fuck buddy to get busy with in the hope that his insomnia would give him a break.
Alexander had noticed how Brad seemed troubled tonight. No, that was too strong a word. He seemed… puzzled, and somehow, the answer to that puzzle was Lyn, or at least something his old friend from college knew and could help with. Brad was usually direct and didn't beat around the bush. So, what could it be? Alexander wrote off last-minute jitters as if they weren't a real thing to begin with. But Alexander wasn't the best judge of these things, seeing how his marriage had gone down the toilet.
He'd have to go outside and stare at the stars until he got sleepy again or dawn arrived and he could go for a run.
When he got out of bed, he must have moved too abruptly, because he sensed Alexander tossing in his sleep. They had separate beds at least, or Lyn would've started suspecting Brad of trying to play a bad prank on his old buddies.
"Where are you going at this hour?"
Great. The demon was awake. "I can't sleep. I have insomnia. But don't wake up for my sake."
"How long have you had insomnia?" Alexander sounded wide awake.
"I don't recall exactly. And I'm not looking for a free checkup, doc." He hoped his easy sarcasm would get his point across.
"Not sleeping well for extended periods of time is bad for the heart."
"I know. But I'm built different," Lyn said, his eyes seeing better in the dark now. He could make out Alexander's shape on his bed. His educated guess was that the demon slept naked.
"How often do you tell yourself that lie?" Alexander pushed himself up and walked closer to Lyn. He took both his hands and dragged him toward the bed. His bed.
"Don't be annoying," Lyn complained. "I'm just going to take a walk outside and then go back to sleep. It works like a charm." Now that was a lie.
"There are better cures for insomnia."
"Oh yeah? Scented candles? Meditation? Yoga?"
"This." Alexander pulled him close and kissed him on the mouth, while his hand went directly to Lyn's crotch.
Lyn had a mind to tell the asshole sex only seldom tired him enough to get him to sleep through the night. Even so, that was the reason he saw his fuck buddies on a regular schedule. It helped to have a few good nights every week, once in a while.
But El wasn't here, caught up as he had to be by now in his new relationship with that guy with the goatee.
The man kissing him now was no twink who could moan cutely and spread them nicely. He was a strong – stronger – man, who could manhandle Lyn in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine, because he was the guy on top, and also the person in control. El and his other fuck buddies often praised him for his staying power and his dedication to prioritize his partner's orgasms over his own.
This man was Alexander, on top of everything else, which meant a fight was in the cards. Lyn struggled to get the upper hand, but during his effort to push away the asshole and interrupt their kiss, he found himself feeling Alexander's chest up. It was the lewdest part of him that didn't allow him to pass up the opportunity to examine a willing man's body. That was enough to make him angry at himself.
His fingers curled, pulling at Alexander's chest hair until he heard a hiss. It was for the best, because the kiss had gotten too dizzying.
"Sex only works if I give a guy a serious dicking," he said, pushing back hard. "Unless you intend to put your ass up for me to fuck, stop whatever it is you think you're doing."
As if that would be enough to scare a guy like Alexander. This jerk was one of a kind, always so relentless in pursuing what he wanted, regardless of what costs would be incurred. Although Lyn had turned his back to him – bad idea – the blunt refusal didn't stop him. He came from behind and hugged Lyn hard.
This was really something else, even for Alexander.
"Why are you so clingy?" Lyn reproached. He wanted to shake Alexander off, but eventually thought better of it. "Don't tell me you hate sleeping alone." He chuckled; nothing scared Alexander, since that had been the sense of his words.
"If I lie by saying 'yes', will you stay?"
Lyn leaned back into Alexander's arms, pressed against his large chest. This was a man who could offer comfort, but he was bad at it, so hope that he would do so was as real as fool's gold.
"You're off," he said. "Seriously off. I mean," he said and caressed Alexander's arms slowly as they remained wrapped around him, "you've been all over me since I told you I was gay. You're not shocked by it. It's like--" he stopped as realization hit him. He laughed and shook his head. "There's something I'm good at, and you want to try it, don't you?"
Alexander didn't seem in the least phased by this strange turn of their conversation. Throughout their long debates, their frequent head-butting on all the topics under the sun, their competition never faded. Why would it be different now? They were still the same, eight years later.
"Are you good at being gay?" Alexander asked.
It took someone who knew Alexander the way Lyn knew the guy to understand that there was no sarcasm there. Lyn had guessed right, after all. "I'm amazing at being gay," he replied. "All the guys I fuck can vouch for it. So what I said earlier, those aren't empty words. If you don't mind getting properly dicked, I can do you once."
"Once?" Alexander seemed to consider the possibility, which unnerved Lyn through its sheer improbability. "Why only once?"
"Because you're not my type. I fuck guys who are shorter than me, cuter than me, and very good at playing bottom. Once is all I can do for you."
"Ah, I see. That's okay. It means I will be the one fucking you. Since I can totally entertain the thought of doing you lots of times."
"Damn, you're something else," Lyn said and turned to face Alexander. In the dark of the room, they couldn't see each other, but they could definitely feel the heat coming from each other's bodies. "I am well aware of how much you love competition, but this is a whole different level of weird, even for you."
"Competition? Do you believe that is what we're doing?"
"What else?"
Alexander wrapped one arm around Lyn's shoulders, pulling him close for another kiss. "If you're bent on playing this dense, I won't tell you." His lips were pleasant and firm, reminding Lyn of a time when he had fleetingly wondered what it would feel to have Alexander's mouth on his. At the time, Lyn had chucked it away as nothing but a fantasy, but right now the fantasy was coming to life in the most unexpected circumstances.
"Let me jerk you off," he proposed. Alexander seemed reluctant to stop kissing, but Lyn worried about where that would lead. He had never let anyone top him, yet Alexander's blunt words went straight to a strange place inside his mind that couldn't help wonder 'what if'.
No, no, definitely not. Alexander had been his friend, but also a redoubtable adversary. To give him that, on a whim, on top of everything, was an insane idea to consider.
It didn't matter how great at kissing Alexander was. He had only been with women, which meant he'd have no idea what to do in bed with someone who had the same equipment as him.
"No. I will jerk you off," Alexander said stubbornly.
Of course, he always did that. He just had to have the last word.
"Don't be so stubborn. I can feel your friend poking me in the hip. Also, I'm not crazy about masturbation. I'm very particular about my technique, and I doubt you can do it the way I like it."
"Describe it to me, and I will do my best," Alexander offered.
Stubborn, stubborn ass. "I'm not sex-starved. I don't need a hand," Lyn said. For a lawyer, right now, he didn't sound convincing at all. "But you look like you could use my help. So stop this thing. Also, don't kiss me out of the blue. That's pretty intimate."
"Do you kiss the guys you fuck? How many are there? Do you keep a schedule so you know who goes when?"
Lyn pressed one hand over Alexander's mouth. "You're driving me nuts. Are you sure you don't want to sleep? Morning is still hours away. Why are you wasting your precious good quality sleep time on me?"
Alexander removed his hand without difficulty. "Because it's worth it. I need you to get back to bed and sleep. I will do what it takes to make that happen."
Lyn groaned. He did like how Alexander's hard-on pressed against the highest point of his hip bone. He enjoyed feeling his body heat, and touching the hair on his chest, and even leaning into another kiss. But this was a dangerous game. He was gambling with a married man… okay, a divorced one. In the end, Alexander was still a straight guy, who, only because he couldn't stand losing, wanted to try all sorts of gay things.
Again, no, that wasn't true. Alexander only wanted to experiment with mutual masturbation with a man.
"What it takes, you say?" Lyn drawled and pulled Alexander close to show him who was truly in control. "What if I tell you to blow me?"
"I could try."
Lyn sank his teeth into Alexander's lips and licked them. "You're crazy. No way I'm letting you that close to my dick."
"You're wrong. I might not have done it before, but the mechanics--"
"Alexander," Lyn said in the firm voice he could manage under the circumstances, "I understand that you're hurting after your divorce, but fooling around like this won't help you get over it. You need to hook up with a pretty woman, get your rocks off, and get back in the saddle."
"Unless you're wearing that saddle, I'm not interested."
"Are you for real? Do you really want to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"What are you trying to prove?"
"It should be obvious."
"Ha!" Lyn couldn't believe his ears. This ass really needed a reality check. "Okay, if you want to play rough, let's do this. Get on your knees and put your mouth on my cock."
Jerking off was easy. As much as any straight guy out there might say that touching another man's cock had to be pretty gay but didn't mind doing it, anyway, if the correct set of criteria was met, blowjobs were different.
And, of course, oral sex was Lyn's stress test. If a guy was pretending to be heterosexual but with an adventurous side approached him, telling him to be the first to put his mouth to work usually worked like a charm. No one got a free blowjob out of him, ever, Lyn thought with satisfaction as he sensed Alexander hesitating.
"I thought so." He tried to move away, but Alexander caught his arm.
"We must first discuss the terms of our arrangement."
"What terms?"
"If I suck you off, you must let me finger your ass."
Alexander could say the craziest things with a straight face. Even if Lyn couldn't see him right now, he knew exactly how that handsome, intangible face looked.
"Fine," he said. "But if I don't get hard or if you do something nasty and I go limp, the deal is off," he warned.
"That sounds fair," Alexander agreed.
"Then what are you waiting for? Kneel and get to work."
Convinced that this little play would fizzle out quickly, he placed his hands firmly on his hips. He wouldn't lift a finger, he wouldn't give this ass a single clue on what to do and how to do it, and he would emerge the victor from this weird confrontation that somehow involved their sexual organs, in addition to their usual competitiveness.
Alexander's fingers were hot on his skin as he peeled off Lyn's underwear. They were truly skilled fingers, and Lyn thought they had to be that way because, after all, the sexy asshole kneeling in front of him worked with his hands while striving to heal one of the most delicate organs in the human body.
A sudden longing to be able to see Alexander's face while he did the impossible struck him right in the middle of his chest. No, he decided; it was better to remain in the dark, as it allowed them to pretend that they were playing a game and later, in the light of day, it would seem like it never happened.
The short intake of breath that followed Alexander brushing his lips against the head of Lyn's cock was his. What reality check? Alexander was too bold for his own sake. If he ended up puking his guts out later, it would be on him.
That scenario, however, rang false. Now Alexander's firm lips were wrapping slowly around the girth, right under the head where Lyn was the most sensitive, and they were advancing slowly, the length of the cock they were sucking disappearing inside a mouth that seemed to have been created for uttering truths only its owner understood.
Lyn closed his eyes, although he didn't need to. The illusion was perfect. Despite his earlier resolve, he moved his hands to caress Alexander's head. Even if his partner happened to be a demon and an asshole, Lyn was always considerate of the people who ended up in bed with him. He moved his fingers slowly through Alexander's messy hair, enjoying how silky it felt.
Alexander added his tongue, moving it gently around. The sensory assault was too much to bear. Lyn loved it, but knew he had to hate it.
"Hey," he said in a rough voice, curling his fingers around a few strands of hair and pulling hard, "you're not licking a pussy, you're sucking a cock." His brutal words were supposed to hit home.
Alexander removed his mouth for a moment. "Understood," he said, like a good little soldier.
Fuck, he should've been content with the gentle action, Lyn realized, but it was too late. The unceremonious prick grabbed his balls and swallowed half of his cock. He shivered. He didn't get head much from his fuck buddies, not because they didn't offer, but because Lyn liked to fuck too much. Since the guys he chose for this favorite activity were on the more delicate side, he couldn't bring himself to fuck their mouths the way he felt like doing. Actual intercourse was different; he could start slow and go harder later, as he got his cues from his bed partner.
He wrapped one hand around the back of Alexander's head. It was obvious his astonishingly strange partner for the night had never taken a cock deep in his throat, and Lyn toyed with the idea of pushing more, just to rattle Alexander for once in his life.
The temptation was strong, but he wasn't an asshole. Tomorrow, they would pretend this had never happened.
Alexander's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue truly skilled. It showed in the way he kissed, and it showed in the way he sucked cock. What a peculiar idea to entertain: Alexander, the guy who had girls swooning over him left and right in college, married and divorced, and currently the center of attention for most of the female population present at this resort, was sucking Lyn's cock.
"Fuck," he groaned as Alexander went deeper.
His staying power's reputation would take a hit tonight. As much as he wanted to have Alexander work like a dog to get him off, there was no chance of that actually happening. A mix of confusion and desire engulfed his mind.
He grabbed his cock and pulled it out of Alexander's mouth. As the nimble tongue tried to return to its task, Lyn found himself forced to place one hand over the demon's face to stop him from getting a good dose of jizz in his mouth.
Alexander continued to lick the inside of his palm while Lyn grunted and rubbed his cock hard. Even if he didn't want to be a prick and give Alexander a facial, he aimed himself at his partner's collarbone and lower. His cum would look amazing, spread all over that manly, hairy chest.
Alexander steadied him by grabbing him by the hips while Lyn brought himself closer and closer. This was his college buddy, aristocratic, handsome, straight, kneeling in front of him and waiting obediently for his load.
All it took was putting it into a coherent thought. Nothing else was needed. He struggled not to moan too loudly as he let go. His orgasm was so intense his legs shook, but Alexander continued to hold him until there was nothing left for him to give.
He continued to breathe hard, his hand still over Alexander's face, the other's hands on his hips. His breathing filled the silence, but soon they would have to face the fact: this night, they had crossed a line. Friends didn't do things like this together. At least, not the type of friends they were.
"So," he began, hoping his voice sounded cool and collected, "how much head have you given before tonight, Alexander?"
"It was a first for me," Alexander replied, finally removing Lyn's hand from his face. He pushed himself up and gave Lyn a wet kiss that made him shudder. The same lips had been on his cock moments earlier.
"No way that's true. You knew what to do to make me blow my load."
"I have half a brain, Lynton. Performing oral sex is not rocket science."
"Wow, just wow," Lyn said, hoping his sarcasm was obvious enough. He brushed his fingers over Alexander's collarbone and lower. "Are you really sure no other guy has ever given you a nice pearl necklace?"
"You hide behind euphemisms." Alexander took Lyn's hand and rubbed it hard against his chest. "I appreciate that you marked me. As soon as possible, I want to taste your cum."
It was so like him to say shocking things as if they were as mundane as the weather report.
"That is so not going to happen."
"Why not?"
"You're a doctor, figure it out."
"I have it all figured out. That is why I said 'as soon as possible'. I can wait."
Lyn shook his head. Alexander was playing with him, just for fun. Within his strange definition of what fun meant.
"Ah," he said, ready to tease his friend some more, "you forgot to finger my ass."
"I didn't say I would finger your ass now," Alexander said promptly. "I'll save that for later."
"Okay, but I hope you're house-trained because it would make for a very awkward situation to bend me over and start playing with my asshole while Brad and Bella are saying their vows."
Alexander chuckled. "You and your vivid imagination, Lynton. I wouldn't let others stare at your naked ass, though. As much as shock value has its perks, your nudity is off-limits for anyone else."
"So possessive. And we're not even fuck buddies," Lyn said brightly.
"Come to sleep. I'll hold you."
"No, thanks."
"Okay, but you're not allowed outside."
"What am I? A dog?" Lyn snorted and rolled his eyes, although Alexander couldn't see him doing that.
"I thought I was the dog."
"Horny like one, too. Wait, are you--" Lyn made a move to grab Alexander's crotch. It was rock-hard.
"No."
"Are you sure? You can crack nuts with this thing."
Lyn liked it that his bed partners had smaller cocks than he did. Twinks with huge dicks were a no-go, but filling his hand with Alexander's thick tool gave him a sense of satisfaction he had observed in others while handling his. Any guy could appreciate a good-looking cock, and he was no exception.
"Yeah, but I need to keep the score even. You didn't let me jerk you off in the bathroom, so I had to set the record straight."
"Straight, yes, extremely straight," Lyn joked. "Too bad." He moved his hand away. "I wanted to return the favor."
"What?" Alexander's voice was different now, filled with curiosity and longing.
No, he was reading all sorts of strange things into nothing. "Too bad, that's off the table now." He climbed on his bed and turned his back to the incredible bedfellow fate seemed to have dealt him.
"That's okay. We have all the time in the world," Alexander said, shrugging it off.
"Yeah, nine days," Lyn reminded him.
"Plenty of time," Alexander replied serenely. "By the way, I might keep you awake for a bit, so my apologies in advance."
"What do you mean?" Lyn had to ask.
"I need to rub one out while thinking of you blowing me."
"Oh, fuck," Lyn said dryly. "I could--"
"No. Just go to sleep."
The sounds that followed immediately after that didn't require any further explanation. Lyn groaned for show and hid his head under the pillow. His cock twitched in sympathy, although it was more than satisfied.
Did Alexander really expect him to go to sleep now? This was even more intimate, hearing each soft moan, grunt and curse while his roommate was pumping his tool. Lyn listened, his heart in his throat. Great, he was getting hard again.
A low growl and a satisfied 'yes' announced the end of the program.
"That was fast," he teased.
"When the source material is this good, the results are always satisfactory," Alexander said matter-of-factly, as if he hadn't moaned like any commoner with a hard dick and a need to nut just earlier.
"Oh, shut up, you posh fuck."
"I will. Good night, Lyn."
Lyn sighed and stretched, a calmness spreading through him, from head to toes. "Wait, what did you call me?"
Alexander's soft snore let him know he wasn't going to get his answer.
TBC