Chapter Twenty-Seven – Safe and Kind
He couldn't sleep, which was a first since his roommate had become extremely meddlesome. Although he had been dealing with insomnia for many years, he had gotten used to sleeping better after only a couple of nights spent here.
One solution was to blame it on Alexander, who still wasn't back. What did Alexander think about Lyn's planned meeting with Brad? No matter how hard and long Lyn thought about it, he couldn't make sense of his friend's reaction. Yes, during their four years of college, Alexander had often required that Lyn give him the same attention he gave Brad only because he couldn't stand being second. That had always struck him as low-key brat behavior, and he had found it amusing because it made the perfect demon a bit more human than the usual version of himself he showed to the world.
The demon told it like it was, most of the time. But he was wrong this time. What Lyn felt toward Brad was just a lingering affection, nothing more. After all, he had Alexander to blame for his sudden admission of his true feelings. Doing that kind of thing with his second best friend made any fantasies Lyn might have nurtured in college involving his first best friend put in perspective. He wasn't a twenty-year-old with stars in his eyes anymore.
His skin caught fire at Alexander's touch. Absentmindedly, Lyn caressed his wrist, where Brad had touched him earlier tonight. This was the kind of thing that broke him, usually, and had frequently done so during their college years.
Not anymore. What he felt, more than anything else, had been annoyance. He wanted something from Brad, yes, but it wasn't this age old teasing. Like an adult tasting a dessert craved during his younger years, Lyn discovered, not without a bit of a shock, that things weren't the same anymore. His feelings for Brad had grown bland, tasteless.
And he had Alexander to blame and thank at the same time. Damn the demon. Always so ready to ruin things. Lyn chuckled to himself. Brad, or better said, the memory of him was a main course, dependable in its familiar taste; Alexander was the spicy food Lyn had never thought he'd be tempted to try. Yet, he had woken to the realization that he needed a bit of flavor in his otherwise dull life.
He was getting over himself. The difference was he had grown into the man he had always wanted to become.
The door opened, alerting him of his roommate's return. He rolled on one side and propped his head on one palm. Observing Alexander moving in the dark noiselessly was a treat in itself. Lyn loved watching without being watched, and since they hadn't closed the curtains he could do that to his heart's content.
"Why aren't you sleeping? Is it your insomnia?" Alexander asked as he shed his clothes. It was no wonder the demon liked sleeping naked.
"In this particular case, it's you. I find it entertaining that you'd feel so incredibly insecure when it's you I'm fucking, and Brad was and will always be just a friend. Come on, man, it's not like you to be ridiculous."
"Hmm. You say it's me you're fucking. Inaccurate."
Lyn smirked, although he knew Alexander wouldn't be able to see his expression. "Are we going down the presidential route and pretend oral sex isn't actual sex?"
Alexander snorted. "Only you'd be aware of the details of a political slash sex scandal that happened almost three decades ago."
"And you as well," Lyn shot back. "I never have to explain anything to you because you know exactly what I mean. Are you secretly a humongous Internet search engine disguised as a sexy annoying demon?"
"Watch it, Lynton. You keep throwing dangerous words around. Fucking, sexy, all that."
"I see that I have not yet returned to your good graces. What do I have to do so you call me Lyn?"
"What are you willing to offer?"
"Everything," Lyn replied.
"Be careful, Mr. Lawyer. Vague details are the gateway drug to misinterpretation."
"Perhaps. But I know you're an honorable man. You'd never take advantage."
"You might not know me that well."
Alexander sunk into the bed, pushing Lyn away to make room for himself.
"This feels a bit cramped," Lyn commented, although he enjoyed Alexander's body heat too much to protest.
"Turn around," Alexander said. "If we play big spoon little spoon, we'll be fine."
Lyn did as he was told without saying anything. He could feel something poking him so he did something he hoped would both shock and please the kinky bastard. He snuck one hand between his legs and grabbed the naughty monster. Pressing it against his own balls felt nice.
"Better?" he asked, giddy with the laughter in his voice.
"Definitely. Remind me to come all over your balls tomorrow. Before you go see Bradley."
"Kinky," Lyn said, snickering. His fingers lingered over the engorged mushroom head. Sex had always been about efficiency ever since he had taken the leap and started having it with other men. This sort of play was out of character for him.
Alexander said nothing and if Lyn hadn't known better, he'd have felt tempted to think his bed partner was even holding his breath.
"Sensitive?" he asked as he continued to caress the silky skin. His index finger stopped at the leaking eye and began spreading the liquid around. Although he was always careful to provide the men he took to bed with complete and utter satisfaction, he had never thought of himself as a sensuous person.
In bed with Alexander, he was discovering new things about himself.
"You are a tease," Alexander enunciated every word precisely, caressing Lyn's ear with his lips as he spoke.
A short shiver ran through him at the ghost-like touch.
"If you say you hate it, I'll stop," he promised, but he knew with a stark clarity that he would experience disappointment of the highest degree if Alexander denied his touch.
A tongue stabbing his ear playfully made him press his thighs together harder.
"I wouldn't have expected you to be into intercrural sex."
"Let's not call it unpleasant medical names. That's not fun." Lyn shivered as Alexander licked his ear. The next thing he knew, eager fingers pinched his right nipple hard.
In response, he wrapped his hand around the head of Alexander's cock, performing a titillating, yet unsatisfactory handjob. He enjoyed pressing it against his ball sac, feeling the pressure of the hard organ, smearing his bed partner's precum all over his own skin.
"Fuck," Alexander whispered. "This is just not enough."
"You refused my earlier offer to blow you. It's off the table now." No, it wasn't, but Lyn wanted to drive the demon mad with frustration as payback for his earlier tantrum.
"Very well. Then I will use you," Alexander announced.
"What?" Lyn stammered.
Alexander's fingers dug into his hip, holding him in place. Lyn considered suggesting opting for a less awkward position but, as usual, his old friend seemed perfectly capable of making the best of any situation. His movements seemed lazy at first, but they became more focused as his rhythm sped up. Lyn did his best to keep his thighs together while his fingers played with every inch of cock they could touch.
Alexander mumbled something that combined a plea, a promise, and a curse. Lyn felt the cum shooting straight into his palm, hot and copious, filling his cupped hands. Without hesitation, he rubbed it all over his own aching cock, masturbating with it, overthinking thrown out the window.
The next moment, his bed partner was all over him, taking control into his own hands.
"Damn it, Lyn," Alexander said in a soft, urgent voice. "Why do you have to be so good?"
Lyn had no time to ask what those words meant, because he was pushed onto his back, his mouth captured and devoured as his nipples were tortured, and his entire body pressed down into the mattress.
He could barely move his hand in this position, but one keen moan of protest was enough for Alexander to understand his predicament. In bed with this man, he discovered many new things about himself, such as his penchant for delicious pain. His nipples were on fire, and his mouth would surely be bruised by tomorrow, but he wouldn't stop for the world. His hand moved fast, bringing him closer. His fingers were sticky with Alexander's cum, and he wanted more of it, on his skin everywhere, on his lips, in his mouth.
The secret fantasy pushed him over the edge. Alexander swallowed his climax moans, but even this stealing of breath added to the ecstasy he experienced. His release was so fast and hard that it spread all over his chest and seemed to go on forever, while Alexander fed on his pleasure directly from his mouth.
The hard kiss turned softer as Lyn floated back to the bed, and now that their breathing mingled to become steadier, it had become just small pecks peppering the corner of his mouth.
"Wow," he said, to fill the silence that could have easily turned unbearable.
Alexander chuckled. "You used my cum as lube, you kinkster."
"Shut up. There was barely enough to perform a proper handjob."
"Really? Is that an insult or an encouragement for me to produce more?"
"Do you have more?" Lyn reached for Alexander's ball sac and squeezed it until he heard a hiss.
"I do, but it's impractical to go at it like rabbits when you have such an important meeting tomorrow."
It irked Lyn big time that Alexander still circled back to Brad's invitation to join him the next day for who knows what.
"Is it your habit to talk about other people when you're in bed with someone?"
"No. You make me do all kinds of things I don't habitually do."
"It's not like you to avoid taking responsibility. I'm not making you do anything," Lyn said. "Why are you so tied up in knots over my seeing Brad tomorrow? We've been friends for years, all three of us."
"Yeah. But he wants you more than he's allowed to want you." Alexander was playing with Lyn's cum, rubbing it slowly into his skin.
Lyn huffed. "You make it sound like Brad is going through the same bi-awakening as you. I don't walk around with a magic wand in my pocket, turning straight guys gay or bisexual."
"Are you sure? It looks to me like you're armed and dangerous." Alexander caught Lyn by his cock and squeezed playfully.
"I don't even understand why you're making a big deal out of this. We're just fooling around because it's fun and convenient." The words sounded hollow the moment they left his mouth, but he couldn't take them back. Not that he wanted to. Alexander needed to learn the truth and get out of his stupid funk.
"Fun and convenient," Alexander repeated slowly. "When I get around to fucking your ass, is it still going to be fun and convenient?"
"You've always been so stubborn. Fine. Give me the speech. Tell me what Brad wants from me and why I shouldn't fall for it, whatever that means."
"Very well, Lynton. I will tell you, not that I believe you'll follow my advice. Bradley wants the same thing he's come to expect from you. You are to blame for his taking you for granted, by the way. And now that he has noticed something is happening between us--"
Lyn felt a telling spasm in his right cheek. "Alexander, you didn't tell him anything, right? If you did, I'll never forgive you."
"No. Stop accusing me without evidence. What kind of lawyer are you?"
Lyn pressed his lips together. "Fine. You're right. I don't have any evidence. Continue."
"He wants things to be the way they used to be. But that's not possible. We are different people now," Alexander explained. His hand never ceased caressing Lyn's chest. Lyn didn't want him to stop. "And I'm glad that we're different. Otherwise, I wouldn't have trusted myself enough to do this."
"Us being fuck buddies?"
Alexander let out a grunt that could be an admission of guilt or denial. Lyn preferred to take it as he wanted it.
"You know what's funny? That I've always thought you were competing with me for grades and being the best, never with our common friend. Brad has no chance against you. Why are you being so mean?"
Alexander kissed him on the forehead, nose and then on the lips again. "I'm not mean," he said in a low voice. "This is me in survival mode."
Lyn scoffed, although he couldn't stand hearing Alexander sound so forlorn for no reason. "Come on, stop being so dramatic. I'm glad I'm here."
"With me?" Alexander asked squarely.
"With you both. You are my best friends, our eight year long hiatus be damned. Although it looks like I'm a bit more than just friends with you right now."
"Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Do I look uncomfortable? No. You said it yourself. Sex doesn't mean much to me."
To his surprise, Alexander laughed. "We'll see about that once I put my cock in you."
"Why are you so sure doing that will change anything?"
"Oh, it will. I'm willing to bet on it."
"We should bet," Lyn said, ready for a challenge.
"No. Willing and doing it are two different things. Unlike you, I'm serious about this. You will be, too."
"What can I say? I have no words. Fine, you'll see for yourself how insignificant a bit of fooling around will feel once you're back to your normal life and business as usual."
What did Alexander's normal life and business as usual look like? Lyn felt an ache beginning in the middle of his chest like an unbearable weight pressing on him. He wanted so much to know and he could ask, but if he did, he'd know more and maybe he wouldn't want to let go of his friend or go back to his life with nothing to look forward to but a few phone calls every year that would eventually grow fewer and fewer until petering out completely. A huge fight to sever the ties again sounded like an idea, not great, but not terrible, either. Their friendship was exceptional, so their fights should be the same.
"What are you thinking?" Alexander brushed one hand across Lyn's forehead.
"Too many things to talk about in the middle of the night. I know it's hot, but feel free to sleep in my bed if you want."
Alexander was all over him in a heartbeat.
"Hey," Lyn protested, "I didn't ask you to become my blanket."
"You didn't. You should have, though."
Lyn sighed. "You're such an incorrigible brat sometimes. Come here."
They shifted and groaned until they found a position that seemed comfortable enough for both of them.
"We will wake up stiff," he warned.
"I'm the doctor. We won't."
"Brat."
Alexander didn't throw an insult back at him but kissed him instead.
It felt too good to stay like this. Lyn worried he might miss it once he was back to his life. What was he going to do then? Wait another eight years, maybe for Alexander – this time – to get married again?
"I want to know about your marriage," he whispered as he pressed his cheek against Alexander's arm.
"Okay."
"Not now, though. Later."
"Anytime you want. Good night, Lyn. You smell so nicely of me."
Lyn smiled and closed his eyes. He liked it, too. With any other guy, he'd be in the shower by now, thinking of anything else but the man he had left in his bed. Alexander had to be exceptional in every little way.
***
He wasn't stiff at all when he woke up. To the contrary, he felt better than he'd felt in years, his muscles were relaxed and his entire body wrapped in pleasant heat. Lyn opened his eyes, as he took into account all the sensations running across his skin like bunnies. Alexander was kissing his nape gently, coaxing him into waking up.
"Good morning," he mumbled. "Are you here to shower my balls in your cum, my good sir?" he joked.
Alexander chuckled against his shoulder. "Per our gentlemen's agreement, of course."
Lyn rolled onto his back and caressed Alexander's face briefly. Those magnetic blue eyes changed their shade, depending on the light. Lyn wished he could take photos of his friend in a myriad of poses.
"Then do it," he said simply. "By the way, you were right. I didn't wake up stiff."
Alexander grinned, his eyes lighting up with a new fire. "With one exception, I was right."
"What?" Lyn hissed as Alexander unceremoniously grabbed his aching cock. "It's just morning wood."
"Then we should get to it, chop-chop," Alexander joked, blinking lazily.
Lyn made a horrified face. "Don't say chop-chop when you're this close to my dick."
Alexander nodded with satisfaction, while moving to sit between Lyn's legs. His hands were perfect as they slid up and down Lyn's erection. Throughout his relationships, Lyn had always been the guy to offer, always observant, always on the lookout for things that could make his partner feel more, better, ecstatic even.
And now he just lay there in front of another man, surrendering control. It could only be happening because this was Alexander, sharp-tongued, arrogant, no-nonsense, but also kind, understanding, and honest in ways only he could be.
So it felt good. No, better than good. Lyn inhaled deeply, as the lower part of his body tensed, while Alexander handled him with ease. The way those elegant, firm hands moved fascinated him. He couldn't get enough of watching them, along with the way their old friendship bracelet swung with the movement.
"You never take it off," he remarked, his breath more labored now.
"No," Alexander replied. "Show me your good face, Lyn."
"What's that?"
"Drop your guard. You're safe with me here."
Alexander didn't have to say it to him twice. Lyn moaned shamelessly and threw his head back, exposing his throat like an animal ready to become prey. And the teeth of his kind predator descended upon him, grazing over his skin.
Usually, he was well aware of reaching the moment of climax, because he had to give a good performance. It wasn't the same here, with this man. He came without scheduling it in advance, without warning. The sounds he made were his and didn't strike him as dishonest as he feared was usually the case.
"The way you look, Lyn," Alexander whispered after sucking hard at his neck throughout his release.
He had no idea how he looked. He didn't want to imagine it, either. But Alexander liked it, which meant that the least he could do was to offer himself as a trophy on display for the only watcher in the room.
Alexander caressed his chest in passing as he pushed himself back. He had a resolute expression in his eyes as he rubbed his cock hard. His stare was hungry and acute while as he took in every tiny aspect of the way Lyn was lying there, in front of him, for him.
"How can I help?" Lyn asked, his voice ragged. "Like this?" He covered his spent cock with one hand and pulled his ball sac higher by the upper skin to offer more to his thorough examiner.
Alexander let out a frustrated grunt and bit hard on his bottom lip. His eyes met Lyn's for a moment. It looked like that was all it took. Lyn felt warm droplets falling on his crotch like rain. His cock, albeit spent, twitched, pleased by the attention and the claiming. It made him think of other things, possible things. But he never took chances, although he could, he so could now if only he opened his mouth to say something.
The tip of Alexander's cock was rubbing against his skin, spreading cum everywhere. The demon took his time, although he was breathing hard, too.
"Satisfied?" Lyn dared to ask.
"For now," Alexander replied and flashed a look pregnant with meaning at him before dropping over Lyn and taking his face into his palms. "When that guy tries to pull you back into your old feelings for him, just think of this."
"Of you drenching my balls in your cum?"
"Precisely," Alexander replied as if that was the most natural thing in the world to say before pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss against Lyn's lips.
TBC