Smut warning!

Alex

Sunday, December 13, 2002

Morning

As I opened my eyes, the smell of bacon and eggs filled my nose. A small ray of light shone on the coffee table in front of me, and my head rested on a soft pillow. "Joseph?" I muttered groggily as I slowly sat up.

"You're up!" he squealed, kissing my cheek. He set a plate of eggs and bacon down on the table. "I made you breakfast and also ordered a suit for you."

I took a bite of the eggs, and fuck was it hitting. "Suits aren't my thing sexy," I grumbled, as I bit a piece of the bacon.

He didn't have a shirt on and was only wearing his pants from the day before. The belt unbuckled mixed with his messed-up hair was making me hard.

He giggled, setting a glass of orange juice in front of me. "You're gonna try it on, Alex."

"You gonna make me?"

He stopped mid-walk, turning his body around. "You're going to put it on."

The stare he was giving me was turning me on, and he knew it. "Or. What." I smirked.

He walked to the couch, moving the plate out of my hand. "I'll give it to another guy..."

The sound and thought of that pissed me off. "You think that's funny?" I stood up in anger as he gazed at me with a smug grin. "After everything, I told you last night?"

"Alex..." he sighed, gently taking my hand, pulling me closer. "It was a joke," a small smile grew on his face. "But what's really funny is you poking me right now..."

"Poking you?" My eyes followed his, and I hadn't even noticed how hard I was.

He moved past me, picking up the plate of food. "I'm gonna take a shower, then you can try on your suit."

I hugged him from behind, making sure he felt my hard dick on his back. His neck had huge purple marks all over and that's the way I wanted it. For all these dickheads to know, he's mine and only mine. "Yeah, 'we're' gonna take a shower..."

He turned around with the sexiest smile I'd seen from him. "We can't take a shower if you harass me every second Alex. "

"Shut the fuck up, you like it."

His voice was that same serious tone from last night and it just made every dirty thought I had even dirtier. "I'd like it better if we were in the shower," "So drink your orange juice and meet me upstairs." He smiled, pecking my lips.

He went up the stairs, and his phone rang. It was that bitch boy, Pete. A part of me was pissed, but another part of me told me to just let it go, so I picked up the phone. "What the fuck do you want?"

There was a moment of silence before his dumbass voice filled my ears. "Alex?"

"Yes? What the fuck do you want?"

"How's Joseph, he there?"

"He's in the shower and-" I choked, thinking back to what Joseph said. "Thanks for saving my ass."

"Oh- uh- no problem, How's Joseph?" he stuttered.

He's already pissing me off. Just do it for him... "Yeah, he's fine. Why?"

"I just feel bad about leaving him the way I did, and he never answered the phone last night"

"How did you leave him?"

There was a long silence before his dumbass voice said something again. "He was stressing over you, just scared about the cops and stuff."

"I'll tell him to call you back." I snapped, hanging up.

Another dickhead to deal with... I dashed up the stairwell and into his room. The shower was on, but through the crack of the door, I could see his naked body, and fuck, did his suits contain a lot. His dick hung from his body as he turned to take a shower. The bathroom was humid as I walked in, and the outline of his body in the fogged glass only made the want for him even stronger. To feel on every inch of his body, leave marks everywhere I could...

My imagination was cut short as he opened the shower door, looking me up and down. "You gonna get in with your clothes on?" he chuckled. I slid my shorts off, then my underwear. I stepped in and the water hit my skin, making goosebumps, but my attention was more focused on the showerhead spraying down on him with droplets that did nothing but accentuate his strong shoulders and defined chest.

He lathered himself with soap, sliding his hand down every inch of his body. "You just gonna stare at me?" he smiled, pulling me closer to him. The water ran down my face and all I wanted to do was touch every inch of him. He got closer to my ear, whispering in a tone that could turn anyone on. "You nervous?"

He had a devilish grin as he turned away from me, placing my hand on his hard cock. A shot of energy burst through me as I forced him closer, pressing my dick on his ass. "Just appreciating what's mine," I seethed, rubbing my tip against him. Taking the soap from his hand, I lathered my veiny cock with soap. Only making me harder.

Planting kisses on the back of his neck, I moved the bar of soap to his body. Lathering every inch of him, he moaned at the small kisses I planted on his marked-up neck. My hand found its way to his ass, and I made sure to rub every inch of him. My finger brushed against his hole, and he moved his head back, whispering in my ear.

"You done teasing me yet?"

A playful smirk grew on my face, and I forced him even closer, letting my dick rub against his lower back. The warm water falling on us made this more heated than it needed to be but I only got harder as I felt his hand on my ass, forcing me against him. He was rock hard at this point, and teasing him was fun.

"Alex..." he murmured over the loud water. Planting a kiss on his shoulder, I wrapped my hand around his dick. Stroking the long, wet thing. That was much bigger than mine. The adrenaline in my body kicked in as he spread his ass. Positioning myself, I moved my hand from his dick, pushing my hard cock down his lower back to his hole. His body tensed up as I pushed against it.

A groan left his mouth as it slowly went inside him. My teeth found their way to my lip, biting harder than usual. The inside of him was warm and tight. Being gentle wasn't my thing naturally, but he was different. Different from anyone of those dickheads. so I moved my hips slowly, causing faint moans that only made me harder. Pulling his sexy head back, I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

"Alex..." he mumbled out, "You can fuck me harder than that." Those words alone sent me over the edge, and I forced him against the shower wall. Thrusting harder and harder into him.

The way he was moaning my name was making it difficult to not cum, but I wanted him to forget any fucking memory with that dickhead. So if we had to fuck for hours to do that, I'd make it happen. "Alex, I have somewhere to be..." he grunted, as I forced my hands on the wall, letting myself slam into him harder than I ever had with anyone else.

"With me..." I whispered as he spread his hole open. Taking every inch of my veiny dick. At that point, every moan from his mouth was overkill. "Fuck!" I shouted with one last thrust, letting my cum fill every inch of his tight hole. My breathing was heavy, but it didn't matter, as he turned his head, connecting our lips. My dick felt more sensitive than ever and him being tighter than anyone I'd fucked before didn't help. But before I could pull out of him, the feeling of his hand on my ass came back, and I instinctively slammed inside him again, shaking at the feeling.

My eyes moved to the wall, and a white substance dripped down the tiles. He'd cummed without me evening noticing. His body turned back around, and I stared at his highly satisfied smile. There was a light feeling that went through at the sight of it.

...

The rest of the shower time was quiet and passionate as we made out under the warm water. He was everything I wanted. Sexy, smart, caring, and tight. But the hunt for Ryan clouded my mind. He was neither at the club nor at his house. A part of me wanted to think that cop locked him up, but something told me that wasn't the case.

"Alex, talk to me," he stressed, styling his hair in the mirror.

The fact that he knew I was thinking at all was sexy. But the position he was in was putting me in the mood. "I'm thinking about us..." I smirked, wrapping my arms around his waist. "your moans," I whispered in his ear, grinding against his ass.

He turned around, looking down at my lips. "You're not getting a round two, so stop trying..." I set him on the sink, kissing and sucking all over his neck. "Alex..." he moaned as I sucked a certain spot on his neck.

I'd found his weakness, and I planned to take full advantage of it. "Alex, I have to get ready for my family's party..." he stammered out, as I kissed and sucked everywhere I could, making sure to go back to that spot every so often.

"I'm coming with you," I mumbled, as he pulled my head closer. locking lips with mine, getting more aggressive and desperate. "That blonde prick-" I choked as he got off the counter, taking our already heated make-out session to the bed.

I'd never seen him like this... So desperate for my attention, for my touch. He was less gentle and more aggressive. He was winning the dominance game. It was a whole different vibe from the shower. He was on top of me, kissing and biting my neck. I clenched his sheets as his hand slid down to my inner thigh. I'd always been sensitive there, but in this moment, it only turned me on even more. "Joseph, fuck..." I moaned out as he squeezed my thigh with one hand, while the other hand rubbed against my hole.

"You've never been fucked, have you?"

The heat in my face rose with that question. "I do the fucking."

He chuckled, kissing down from my chest to my stomach. His lips traveled down to my dick, wrapping around the tip. Choking and slurping on the size of my dick before moving down to my balls, sucking them, my body tensed up as he pulled me closer. Going lower. His tongue entered my hole and fuck, did it feel good. "Joseph-" I stammered as he stroked my dick with his free hand. I pushed his head closer as his long tongue went in deeper.

It became clear why that dickhead was so obsessed with him. He knew how to make someone happy, but the thought of him doing this to someone else pissed me off. "What's wrong?" he asked, as I pushed him off, getting off the bed.

"Why was that dickhead here, Joseph?" I fumed, pulling my briefs over my hard dick.

"He wanted to get back together, but I said no." he wrapped his fingers in mine. "Alex, I want you."

"If that's the case, why would you let him in our house?" I growled.

"Our house?" he smiled.

"I said your house."

"No, you said our house," he teased as he pulled me closer, kissing my neck. "And he was hurt. That was the only reason why I let him in."

His kisses started to feel like tickling, and I was struggling to stay mad. "Don't do it again, Joseph," I stressed, trying to contain my laughter. "Okay stop!" I chuckled as he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me nonstop. He wrestled me onto the bed, kissing and touching me everywhere he could. Trying to get a reaction.

We wrestled for a bit, trying to pin each other, and of course, I won. I sat on top of him in a position I'd hopefully put him in next time we fucked. "I let you win," he joked, staring up at me.

"Shut up."

"you shut the fuck up," he snapped.

"Make me..."

He pulled my head in for a kiss before quickly pushing me off, pinning me to the bed. "I win!" he cheered.

"bullshit..." I giggled, as he got off me.

He sat there for a moment, thinking about something, before his eyes widened. "The party! Shit!" he rushed, going into his closet.

I walked in behind him, looking at the racks of suits. "Come on, we're gonna buy you a real outfit."

"But I like my suits..." he pouted, pulling one off the hanger. "This one is yours."

It looked like one of his suits, but grey instead of navy blue. It was actually pretty neat, but I wanted to see him in something that didn't look like he was going to a meeting every moment. "I'll try it on if you try on something I like."

He glanced at the suit in his hand, then back to me. "Deal!"

I slapped his ass, pushing him out of the closet. "Let's go shopping."

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