John tossed the dishtowel onto the counter and walked into the
living room. Alex was sprawled on the couch, laptop actually in
his lap, fades green t-shirt, bare feet, stuffed into tight faded
jeans. "Hey, Pupster, you have to see this!"
John growled a bit. "What did I tell you about the canine
references? I don't like that. 'Spot, Pupster, Rex, Dogbert,' all
of 'em. Sound like Langly."
"Langly screams like a girl," Alex says, not looking up. John
shook his head and didn't want to think how Alex knew that.
"What the hell you lookin' at now?" he continued, letting go of the
name game.
"Oh, remember that site with the photos of the actors that look
like us? There was a link and check this out..." Alex moved the
cursor over the screen and clicked open a picture of what looked
like himself, holding his hard cock, pulling his sweater up to
reveal a chest full of rippling muscles. "What do you think of
that?"
John was aghast at the site. Alex was beautiful, yes, but this
person's body was sculpted like a statue. It was something that
Doggett never liked, in men or women. He liked Alex with his
smooth chest and barrel shape. He was a solid body to hold when
the nightmares of Luke would come back, even after having solved
the crime and set his ashes to the wind. Alex's face was
beautiful, but his body, with it's scars and wounds was imperfect,
and he loved to trace the scars while Alex slept the sleep of a man
sure of his safety.
"I think it's not you. Is that the actor guy? It's isn't him
though, is it?" John asked.
"No, she put the sex god body on his head. My head. Whatever.
You don't like it? I think she did an amazing job. There's
pictures of the actor that looks like you." Alex opened another
picture of the other actor, laying back on a motorcycle.
John shook his head and said, "But that's not me, kid." Alex's
face dropped its usual jaunty smile, letting the disappointment
slide across like the shadows of a fading day.
John stroked his cheek and said, "I like the real you better.
That's why we're here, in my house, and not at some sleazy motel.
I keep you here when Walt is away to watch over you, make sure
you're eating, sleeping, that you aren't running yourself ragged."
"You just want me in your bed, don't you?" The smile on Alex's
face reassured John that the younger man was playing, getting
frisky.
"How 'bout you get up into my bed and I'll show you how much I
appreciate you being there?"
Alex closed the top on the computer and stood before John. John
held out his hand to Alex, who gently took it. They kissed their
way upstairs, reacquainting themselves with each other's mouths.
Alex was particularly fervent in his attentions, pushing John all
the way to his bedroom, almost lifting him off his feet to get his
blue-eyed lover onto the bed.
"Hey, Alex, calm down," John said, wiping his lip.
"Just relax, John, let me play," Alex whispered huskily into his
ear. On faith, trusting his lover, John laid back and allowed Alex
to take the lead.
The younger man pulled his shirt off, revealing his lean, hairless
chest and flat belly. Alex had taken up Tae Bo for his
coordination after he had a scuffle and he wasn't as sure with his
new arm as he thought he'd be. The resulting musculature of his
body was, to say the least, mouth-watering.
Alex wasted no time jumping off the bed to pull his pants off,
revealing and reaffirmed the "no underwear" rule Alex had. He
climbed back on the bed, completely nude, to start unbuttoning
John's shirt. As Alex's fingers brushed his chest, leaving streaks
of fire behind igniting a slow burn in John's loins. With dilated
pupils and shallow breaths, John allowed himself to be stripped
gently.
The elfin features of his young lover came back into view, with an
evil grin pasted across the visage. John's eyes closed
automatically as Alex's mouth came down on his again. It was deep,
touching souls and changing them, proving they can be together as a
pair, even for a little while, without needing the third. It made
them realize they wanted him, desperately, but liked being
together, alone.
John was not prepared for bite on his mouth. He wasn't into pain,
not biting or spanking, as he knew Walter dabbled in with Alex. He
just liked kissing and licking and stroking. "Hey, come now, be
nice," he said as Alex moved onto his chin and throat. Again, John
felt those even, white teeth pinch his flesh, this time at the base
of his throat and thought Alex was trying to get on his nerves.
As he raised his hands to try and push Alex off, he was met with a
little resistance. This wasn't what he wanted. Alex grabbed his
hands and started pressing down on him, like he wanted John
immobile. "No, Alex, stop it. This isn't what I like!"
He gave Alex another push, but the two nimble hands grabbed his and
pressed them down to the bed. Another kiss was delivered, but John
turned away. "You don't want to fight me, Alex," John growled.
Alex let go. He sat up and looked at John sadly. "Sorry," Alex
said quietly. He moved toward the edge of the bed. John felt a
chill in the air.
"Alex, wait, hold on. I didn't want you to go." When Alex turned
back to him, the look of hurt may as well have physically struck
John in the face. "I...it's..."
"You don't trust me, do you?" Alex asked with a bitter laugh that
dislodged the tears from his eyes. "You think I'll hurt you. That
I'll leave my mark on you."
"I just don't like to be hurt. I mean, I'm not into marks. I see
them on you all the time, and I don't get it. I don't know why you
let Walt bite you like that, or leave hickeys or finger marks."
Alex laughed again and swiped at his wet cheeks. "You've left a
bruise or two on me, you know. I know the difference between your
handprint and Walt's. If I move the right way, sometimes, I can
feel the different bruises against my clothes, one after another.
It's like a symphony of soreness, I guess. And each bruise is a
memory of the touch that made it. It's how I keep you with me,
remember the times we have together. It's how I remember that you
care about me."
John reached out and stroked Alex's slightly roughened cheek. He
hadn't shaved since early that morning. "I love you, Alex, not
just care about you. When we make love, I don't need a bruise to
remember it. I just want to hold you and kiss you, taste you.
Walt usually takes that position. I'm not the jealous type,
but...I do love ya, Alex. A lot. I promise."
Alex gave him a soft smile and they kissed again. "Show me how
much you love me, John," Alex whispered into his mouth. With no
further words, the men fell back on the bed, entangles arms and
legs. John took great pleasure in kissing Alex eyes, the wrinkle
in between, the turned up nose and the high cheekbones. He left
the full, lush lips until last, kissing Alex so deeply that both
men were robbed of breath.
John pulled back and said, "Take me, Alex. Make love to me. We've
never done that."
"You...you...trust me? To fuck you?"
"No, Alex," he said softly and Alex's face fell. John smile took
on a soft, wistful quality as he carded his hand through Alex's
soft, sable hair. "I trust you to make love to me," John
whispered.
Alex's smile returned and he dove in for another kiss. John felt
his body relaxing under Alex's tender touch, the two hands that
stroked over his shoulders and back, gently kneading his muscles.
Alex kissed very well, John always knew that. In this one-on-one
situation, though, the attention he paid to John was so focused, it
felt like worship.
Mouths found necks and throats, nuzzling and tasting. Alex was
sure to be light with his nips, barely leaving redness behind.
John reached out, cupping the back of Alex's head and said, "Mark
me. Gently."
Alex paused only a moment before swooping down, open-mouthed, to
take a portion of John's flesh into his mouth. He pressed into
John's neck, where it met the shoulder, where it would be well
hidden by his shirt in the morning. The gentle play of Alex's
lips, tongue and teeth on his skin shot straight to his cock.
Looking down his prone body, John watched as he and Alex slid
together, one hot, silken-steel rod against the other began roiling
the passion in John's belly.
Alex sat up quickly, reaching to the bedside table, pulling open
the drawer to extract the condom and lube. Alex took his time
preparing John, kissing him all the while, dipping a time or two to
tease a dusky pink nipple, making John giggle. John became all too
serious when Alex sat up, spreading the seemingly boneless legs
over his bent thighs, and rolled the condom on his cock.
John wasn't at all surprised at how gentle Alex was with him, how
Alex kissed him as he took his time entering. A lot of lube, and
slow pressure helped ease the way until two hot, soft balls rested
against his ass. Blue eyes pierced green and both men knew that a
new plateau had been reached. There was a level of feelings both
men hadn't ever broached. Originally, they both acquiesced to
Walter's desire for each to care for the other. As time passed,
the attraction grew, culminating in to this moment of pure emotion.
Time stood still for them. Alex didn't move, didn't speak, didn't
breathe while he waited for John to relax beneath him. When he
felt the miniscule release of pressure, he began with slow short
strokes, gradually lengthening his strokes until he was using his
entire length to slide in and out of John's tight heat. John
reached up to pull Alex down to his face, to kiss him and hold on.
Alex was adept with his angle of pressure and John's prostate was
tortured under the assault.
Closer and closer they came until John could take it no more and
let himself come, not worrying about Alex's pleasure, but the
rhythmic contractions of John's ass brought Alex along with him
over the edge. Supported on shaky arms, Alex took his time
regaining his breath. John pulled him down to stroke the sweaty
expanse of his back and nuzzle the smooth neck.
"Oh, God, Alex, that was fucking incredible," John rasped in his
ear.
"It was, wasn't it? God, if I knew you'd be this hot for me, I'd
have my own fun with Photoshop."
John reached up and touched the small bruise on his neck. Alex
kissed the fingers. "You're right, I like this here. I'll
probably touch it all day tomorrow. Thank you, Alex."
"You're welcome, John."
With another kiss, both men cleaned themselves with the tissues on
the bedside table and settled to sleep. Alex curled his body
around John's and shared the pillow with him.
"I love you, Pupster."
"Back atcha, Ratboy."
Fun with Photoshop
by Amazon X
Alex was typing furiously on the laptop again, waiting for John to
finish up the dishes. Walter was out of town on business, so the
two men were left to amuse themselves. They didn't see that as a
hardship, unless you counted the loss of Skinner's body in that
consideration.
