Fairyville (5 page)

Alex blew out a bitter laugh. "Everybody doesn't have a past that's going to make you, personally, feel betrayed."

"Me?" Bryan's voice still wasn't cautious, just confused and kind.

Alex weighed whether telling him now or letting him find out later would be worse. If Bryan came with him, Alex knew he'd hear the stories. No way had people forgotten how Fairyville's favorite quarterback fell from grace. Briefly, Alex considered leaving Bryan behind, then dismissed that option as the worst of all. Alex liked to think of himself as stoic, but being hated with the intensity that most Fairyvillers hated him was more than he could face alone.

His own scorn for himself was enough to take.

He lifted his head and met Bryan's near-black eyes. Bryan was Italian on his mother's side, his olive skin darkened by stubble, his mouth cut like a statue. He looked rough and mean and had as good a heart as anyone Alex knew. Alex trusted him. He just wasn't sure Bryan ought to trust him back.

Unused to the scrutiny, Bryan shifted in his crouch.

"I know how you feel about me," Alex said. "I've known almost from the start."

This was a bombshell Bryan wasn't prepared for. He opened his mouth, shut it, then tried again guardedly.

"It occurred to me once or twice that you might." The fists his hands were making on his knees belied the mildness of his tone. "But I always knew you didn't swing that way. To tell the truth, I appreciate you pretending not to know. It made it easier to be friends."

Alex shook his head. Bryan so wasn't getting this. "Do you know I can hardly go two days without having sex? Do you have any idea how many times I've come into this bathroom to jack off because I couldn't last?"

A flush swam up Bryan's swarthy face. "I'm not sure I need to—"

"I've got news for you, Bryan. Your business partner is a sex addict. Have been since I was fifteen. I've been working on it lately. My control, that is. Two whole weeks, this time. Two whole weeks without a partner or a release." Just saying it made his body tighten with restlessness. Alex stood up from the toilet, forcing Bryan to rise and back away.

Something about the retreat compelled Alex to follow.

"Hey." Bryan's hands raised to fend him off, but Alex didn't care if he was crowding him.

"What happened today, the hell I'm going to face tomorrow, is barely a distraction. I stay off the stuff for two weeks, and I'm ready to climb the walls."

Bryan was breathing harder, though he probably didn't want to be. They were both nearly the same height, and when Alex slapped his hands on the wall to either side of Bryan's face, it brought them nose to nose. Bryan squirmed against the tile, as if he were hoping to miraculously dig himself a hole and get more space. He could have saved himself the trouble. Alex couldn't miss how blazing hot his body was.

"Uh, you know, Alex," Bryan said, trying to laugh it off. "For a man of my persuasion, this position you've got me in might be considered a come-on."

Alex kissed him, hard and deep, his tongue shoving against Bryan's as if he meant to fuck him with that. He didn't let him go until he'd tasted all of him.

"Jeez, Alex," Bryan gasped, his face beet-red. "If you know how I feel about you, you shouldn't be—"

Alex kissed him again, longer and slower, pushing his body into Bryan's until the other man moaned helplessly.

"Don't play with me," Bryan said, his eyes taking on the glitter of angry tears.

Alex put his hand between Bryan's legs, squeezing the erection he knew was there. It was a good one, firm and thick. Alex let the deftness of his fingers prove he knew how to bring it higher. Soon Bryan had filled out the front of his pleated khaki's, his hard-on straining the smooth cotton.

Starting to breathe hard himself, Alex rubbed him all the way up and down, curling his grip over the crown to give those nerves the extra friction they'd be screaming for. The way the cloth stuck to that bulging knob told him Bryan was liking that.

"Christ," Bryan said, squirming for a whole new reason. He licked his lip, clearly wanting another kiss. Alex leaned in closer.

"I don't only fuck women," he said, his voice low and harsh. "I let you think I was completely straight, but I've been fucking men all along."

Bryan went very still.

"Remember Eric Stedtler?" Alex said, perversely wanting to turn the knife, though whose chest he'd sunk it in was hard to say. "From the lacrosse team?"

"Noo," Bryan breathed, his eyes like plates.

"He was my second male partner."

"Well, damn, who was your first?"

Alex's temper jumped again. He ran the heel of his palm hard down Bryan's shaft. "You want a recitation of my sexual history or a piece of what you've been wanking off to for the last ten years?"

Bryan pushed at his chest, the anger Alex had been expecting finally coming to the fore. His panting breaths sounded like a train. "Fuck you, man!"

"Oh, I was thinking it would be the other way around."

"You were—" Bryan stopped, mid-tirade. His eyes narrowed. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack. Now are we going to do this or not?"

Bryan paused for two seconds.

"Hell, yeah," he said and pulled his pine-green polo shirt over his head.

His heavily muscled chest was worth admiring, but Alex had his own priorities. He had Bryan's zipper down while the shirt still covered his face. Liking the way this left his partner trapped, Alex eased his cock out with both hands. Nothing could have stopped him from stroking it right away, or from feeling anything but greedy as it grew bigger.

"Shit," said Bryan, finally wrestling free of the shirt. His stomach jerked as Alex wrapped his base and pulled. "I didn't lock the door."

Alex was too far into his lust to do any more than
shush
him. He went to his knees, his focus on what he held. He licked the shining head even as he rubbed it round and round with his thumbs. Such delicate skin this was, so sensitive. Bryan tasted sweet as honey, his little slit leaking clear fluid. With a moan of pleasure, Alex pressed the meaty thickness between his lips.

Bryan fisted Alex's hair and groaned, half ecstasy and half panic. "I'm gonna go too soon if you keep that up. Oh, God, Alex, your mouth is sweet."

Alex had never qualified as any sort of mystic, but he did have one gift. He always sensed how long he could tease his partners before they came, often better than they did. He liked Bryan's edge of panic, but it didn't worry him. Bryan was still rising, not on the brink. Alex sucked him, firm but slow, letting himself enjoy the act, letting himself love the melting smoothness of this rigid flesh.

Now that he had what he'd been denying himself, some of the tension in him eased. This moment was what he lived for. To want someone. To be wanted back. To lose himself in desire. He gentled his motions, giving Bryan a chance to trust he wouldn't get him off right away. Then, just in case that was too easy, he dug his hand into Bryan's trousers to fondle his balls.

Oh, they were fun to play with, ripe and heavy against the cup of his palm.

"Alex," Bryan moaned, his hips beginning to answer Alex's rhythm. "Fuck. You don't know how much I've wanted this."

However much he'd wanted it, he was being too careful for Alex's taste. He needed his partners to go as crazy as he did. Determined, he dug his fingers into Bryan's buttocks hard enough to bruise, which forced his cock closer to his throat. If Bryan thought Alex couldn't match his longing, he had no idea just how bad his partner's urges got. Hell, feeling Bryan start to shove in earnest had his own cock so hard it hurt.

He sank into the act as long as he could, but finally he had to let go and swallow. When he did, he realized he really couldn't wait anymore. Bryan's groan at being released came from a distance. A haze was filling Alex's head, one that would take over if he didn't give his body what it demanded. Alex didn't want that. He'd turned rough in the past when he let himself get that bad, and just because his partners hadn't complained didn't make it right.

He rested his cheek against Bryan's groin.

"Do you like to be fucked?" he asked into Bryan's hipbone. "Because I sure would like to take you now."

For a second Bryan didn't speak. When he did, he had to gasp for breath between the words. "Jeez, Alex. Even if I didn't like it, I'd let you."

Alex stood and held Bryan's face. "You do like it, though?"

"Oh, yeah," he said with all the heartfelt hunger Alex could desire. "I like it as good as being sucked off."

Alex smiled, so savagely pleased he should have been baring fangs. Too close to getting what it wanted to be contained, the dominant in him shoved out of its cage. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

Bryan shivered at his tone. "You've got protection?"

"Buddy, I've got better. I've got lube, too."

Bryan watched him pull both out of his wallet, feeling as if his world was turning upside down. Alex wanted him. Alex was going to fuck him here and now. As Bryan shucked his pants and underwear, Alex began stripping, too. Bryan hadn't expected him to get naked and couldn't help wetting his lips. The barest he'd seen the object of his obsession was in running shorts. Good though that was, it wasn't the same as the full Monty. Bryan watched in fascination as Alex shoved his trousers down. His cock bounced out in full erection… and kept on bouncing with the blood that pumped through it. It was thicker than Bryan expected, and as hard as if
he'd
been getting sucked. His thatch was honey-brown, the only part of him that wasn't bleached by the sun.

Bryan's fingers itched to explore all of it.

"Turn around," Alex ordered in that same harsh voice that had ramped through Bryan like a lick of sound. Bryan couldn't move. Alex's hands were racing up the buttons of his shirt. He wrenched it off his lean, muscled chest. "Do it, Bryan. I want you to grip the sink."

Bryan shook his head, his gaze arrested by all that flexing, flushed bounty.

"Bryan," Alex said, bringing his eyes to his face. "I know you want to touch me, but I really can't wait for that."

He folded his shirt and threw it on the closed toilet seat, meticulous even in his impatience. His eyes were strange, their blue intensified by his lust. Bryan wasn't sure he bought Alex's theory that he was a sex addict, but his expression held a definite hint of menace as he came closer. He looked as if not being able to wait meant something different to him than it would to Bryan, something dangerous. Bryan's cock jolted higher and began to throb. He'd never thought he'd like rough sex, but he sure was hoping for it now.

"Turn," Alex said, even lower than before. He took Bryan's shoulder, guiding it where he wanted. "You can touch me all you want later."

"That's a risky promise," Bryan tried to joke.

Alex lacked his feet apart.

He gave Bryan no warning when he started with the lube, using two fingers to shove it in with quick hard strokes. A tingle started deep inside him. Alex's hand was hot, his fingers long and narrow, and every insertion felt like sheer heaven. He rubbed those outer, nerve-rich reaches with arousing skill, leaving Bryan in no doubt that he had indeed been fucking men.

Fortunately, Bryan was way too excited to be upset.

"Good," Alex said, feeling the ring of muscle relax.

And then he was there, his hairy legs pressing between Bryan's, his prick hot and insistent against the opening. Bryan's pulse went into double-time.

He liked being fucked. He'd just never done it this fast.

"It's okay," Alex said, his hands tight and sweaty on Bryan's hips. "You're ready. Just breathe out nice and slow."

He must have known better than Bryan. He pushed as Bryan exhaled, gliding in without a hitch, though the glide took a good long time. Bryan had to bite his lip to hold back a moan of delight. All they needed was some intern hearing them and breaking in. The tweak of anxiety was more arousing than Bryan needed. God, Alex was big—big and hot and better than any dream he'd jacked off to.

Alex seemed to like being clamped so closely. He groaned and pressed his face into Bryan's back. His hands ran up Bryan's chest, twanging across his erect nipples before closing on his shoulders. His cock stirred inside Bryan's body, satin wrapped around a core of fire. Alex really must have been hard up. His whole body was shuddering with need.

"God," he said, an edge of fear in it. "Oh, God, that's good."

Bryan pulled one of Alex's hands to his cock. Sometimes his erection faded when a partner took him anally, but not this time. This time he'd stayed full enough to burst. Alex gripped his swollen base like holding on to it was all that kept him from doing something stupid.

Since Bryan suspected "something stupid" was giving in to what he really wanted, he wasn't about to preach caution.

"Go," Bryan urged instead. "You feel good to me, too."

Alex's curse held a hint of apology, but that didn't stop him from uncoiling into swift motion. He shot from zero to sixty in two seconds, his cock pounding into Bryan like he'd gone insane.

Bryan would have lost his footing if the sink hadn't held him up, and even then he had to grip it for dear life. It wasn't just the force of Alex's thrusts that robbed him of strength, it was the incredibly sweet pleasure. Bryan hadn't known he was a size queen, but every bulge of Alex's big erection rubbed every spot that needed it, as if Alex had a periscope in there that told him where to go. His technique was so effing perfect, it seemed unreal—and the speed! That was like jumping off a cliff straight to orgasm. No buildup, just a drop as scarily intense as defying death.

"Yes," Bryan panted, trying to thrust back for more.

Alex grunted, bent his knees, and got an even better angle.

Fireworks went off in Bryan's prostate, and somehow Alex knew.

"That's it," he said, his hand abruptly moving on Bryan's cock, the motion rough but effective. "That's it. That's—"

He plunged in deep and stiffened, and Bryan's ejaculation just about exploded from his prick. He actually heard his semen hit the sink pedestal. The orgasm was so good he had to shove his forearm in his mouth to keep from crying out. When another peak of feeling welled at the end, his legs threatened to buckle.