Chapter Thirty-Five – What Do You Call a Big Reveal?
"Do you happen to have a sleeping pill ability in your doctor's bag?" Lyn groaned as he adjusted his position against Alexander's chest. "Because I seriously don't want to wake up yet."
"Sleeping pill ability is a mouthful," Alexander commented, holding Lyn close by wrapping an arm around him. "What else could you call it?"
Lyn had an idea or two about what he wanted to call it. Safety came to mind, but he didn't want to surrender so easily to his best friend, who happened to be amazing in bed, and also an excellent pillow. He sighed in contentment and rubbed his head against Alexander's naked chest, inhaling his smell.
"I never imagined we'd be so compatible," he said instead of replying to Alexander's question. "Sexually, I mean. We've always been at odds. You're a stubborn ass, and I'm no different."
"We haven't always been at odds," Alexander contradicted him, making him groan.
"Exactly what I was saying."
Lyn was about to propose some fun roommate activities, when his phone pinged. Hopefully, it wasn't something work-related. He realized with a big, internal wince that he hadn't thought of work in a while, not seriously at least.
He made quite a commotion thrashing around as he struggled to get up and away from Alexander's safe arms. To his relief, his handsome roommate, friend, and more recently fuck buddy didn't comment on his spasms.
Lyn frowned when he read the text. First of all, he didn't recall giving Luke his phone number. Second of all, what could the imp mean by his text?
your boi luke here
do you wanna see something cool?
"What is it?" Alexander asked.
"Nothing," Lyn replied automatically. "Just spam."
Alexander threw a suspicious look at him and narrowed his eyes. Lyn placed his phone face down on the nightstand. An hour and a place had been attached to that weird message, and Lyn had to say that despite the playful delivery, he had an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. Was Luke trying to rile him up? Maybe Brad had told his future brother-in-law too many things about his friend from college, including the particular detail they weren't talking about. Luke, being the troublemaker he painted himself to be, was most likely trying to stir shit up. There was also the weird energy Lyn had noticed during the short, but hopefully meaningful, conversation he'd had with Luke alone. If he hadn't known any better, he would've thought Luke was trying to hit on him.
Case in point, this strange message fell in line with intentions designed to rattle Lyn.
"Does spam usually have such an effect on you?" Alexander surprised him by touching Lyn's eyebrow with the tip of one finger as if he was trying to smooth out his friend's frown.
Lyn caught Alexander's hand and pretended to bite the finger poking him in the face. He gave up on his violent tendencies halfway and sucked the digit into his mouth instead, drooping his eyelids, and giving his roommate a come-hither look.
"I think," he said while wrapping his tongue around Alexander's finger, "it's my turn to blow you."
"Come here," Alexander encouraged him, smiling.
Lyn snickered as Alexander placed his lips at the base of his throat and started sucking. He'd never had this much fun with a fuck buddy, and he'd been with a lot of fun people in his life. Maybe he was the problem. No, scratch that. He was definitely the problem. Not so much with Alexander, who seemed impervious to his usual bullshit.
It felt nice. He let his head fall back to allow Alexander access so he could devour his neck like a hungry wolf. However, he was in the mood to have something in his mouth, so he pushed the other down on the bed and onto his back so he could climb on top of him. From there it was easy to trace a wet path with his tongue and lips down Alexander's chest, over his abs, and lower, following the treasure trail to the treasure.
"Hello, handsome," Lyn purred as he came face to face with his roommate's gorgeous cock.
"Why are you nicer to my cock than to me?" Alexander asked. A playful smile on his gorgeous lips told Lyn everything he needed to know about the accusation.
"Well, for starters," Lyn said while shifting into a comfortable position, "your cock doesn't talk back. He's a simple guy. When he likes something, he just gets hard. Sometimes," he added, while teasing the engorged head with one finger, "he twitches. And sometimes, he gets all wet here." He rubbed his finger against the tiny slit and laughed. There was already clear precum leaking from it, tempting Lyn to take a taste.
There was no point in denying himself the pleasure. He engulfed the entire head in his mouth and licked it thoroughly, spreading the taste everywhere on his tongue. It was a weird idea to have, but he wanted to taste Alexander all over, not just his cock. Setting aside the constant desire he had experienced lately to take Alexander's cum in his mouth, he could picture himself licking his fuck buddy from head to toe, to create a pleasure map that would belong only to him.
"You really mean business when you suck cock, Lyn," Alexander praised him. "The lucky guys who've been in your bed didn't realize what they were losing when they broke up with you."
So many inexactitudes, Lyn thought. He gave up on the delicious treat before him to set the record straight. "One, I don't know if I'd call them lucky, because I always managed to disappoint them one way or another. Two, no one breaks up with anyone when fuck buddies go their separate ways. And three, your cock must be made of something addictive, because I'm never as determined to suck a guy dry as I am when I'm with you."
"Nice speech," Alexander commended him. "I almost feel flattered."
"Almost?" Lyn pressed Alexander's cock against his tongue, rubbing it against it, never losing visual contact with his nemesis turned sex partner. "Of course. You've always made me work harder and harder. Let's see how long you can keep it up."
He set himself to work with a vengeance. He wanted to be the one who made the demon lose his cool. He wanted to be the one who made Alexander, posh and unattainable, break and transform into his human shape for a change. And another kinky thought was forming inside his mind, and he'd get gutsy enough to ask soon. How many women had truly tasted Alexander? His imagination conjured a cohort of attractive females sending Alexander to high heaven with their skilled mouths and perfect blowjobs.
"Lyn!"
Alexander's tone was so urgent it startled him. More than that, he was surprised when he was pushed away but immediately understood why. He barely had time to close his eyes, because Alexander shot his load all over his face.
Harsh breathing filled the air, while Lyn searched blindly for a tissue to clean up with.
"Were you thinking of Bradley while sucking me off, Lynton?"
Lyn pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed more at his eyelids that were now sticky with Alexander's jizz.
"What? No, I wasn't. What made you ask that?"
"Don't lie to me," Alexander said in the same cold, accusatory tone he used when he was pissed.
Lyn stared at his friend, studying his handsome face. "I won't repeat myself. What the hell? I have your jizz getting in my eyes, and you still think I'm letting my mind wander to our mutual friend. For the record, I was thinking of you. And me. And something I'd like to ask you. But because you're such an asshole, you won't get to hear what it was."
Alexander seemed to ponder this, narrowing his eyes, and observing Lyn in return. But his features relaxed. "You're telling the truth."
Lyn felt irritated. He liked the smell of Alexander's cum and was tempted to taste it, but right now, he was getting annoyed as fuck. "Geez, thank you. Are you a human-sized polygraph now? How can you tell?"
Alexander grinned. "What were you thinking about, Lyn?" He stretched like a big lazy cat, his eyes half-hooded and trained on Lyn. "You were so focused that you didn't hear me when I was warning you that I was about to shoot and might just do it in your mouth if you didn't pull off."
"I'm not going to tell you. You're an ass, and you deserve to go to the doghouse."
"Woof!"
Lyn stared at Alexander in disbelief. "Did you just bark at me?"
"Did I surprise you?"
"A little. I never pegged you to be the sort to do that sort of thing. Also, you make me think of a huge tomcat or, I don't know, maybe a panther, but definitely not a dog."
"I'm horny like one when I'm around you. But that shouldn't be news."
Lyn let his eyes travel down to Alexander's spent cock. It looked so innocent now that it was resting. Still, Lyn felt like kissing it. No, not this time. He needed to punish the arrogant ass for assuming that he was still thinking about Brad. He wasn't, and would never think of Brad like that again. Eight years were, apparently, enough to get over it. Him. The stupid crush. All that.
"I wasn't thinking about Brad at all," he said quietly. "Whatever happened in the past, let's just leave it there. He never knew, anyway, and I--"
He stopped and shook his head. There was really no point in dwelling on the past.
Alexander sighed. "How often are you wrong on a daily basis, Lyn?"
"Hmm, let me think. Never." Was Alexander really suggesting that Brad had known Lyn was crushing on him? That was ridiculous. Brad walked around with his head in the clouds more often than not. And if he'd known, he would've said something. Right?
"As I thought. You'll open your eyes eventually. It's my undying hope."
"Ugh, shut up," Lyn said.
He could've questioned Alexander more. But he didn't feel like it. What if he didn't like the answers he'd get?
***
Bella and Brad had to be at the airport, waiting for their parents' arrival, Lyn thought as soon as he noticed that they were nowhere in sight. A few questions here and there confirmed his guess. That meant that Luke had chosen this specific time to ask Lyn to meet him, because he didn't want his sister and brother-in-law anywhere around.
The mystery was only deepening. The only way to unravel what the imp was trying to pull was to go meet him and put him in his place. Wasn't he a bit too old to be sending eggplant emojis?
Under the pretext that he wanted to go for a run alone, Lyn had managed to leave Alexander all by his lonesome at the cottage. How could he have ever thought of that big guy being a cat? He could make puppy eyes like nobody else. If it were up to him, except for going to meals, they would stay indoors and suck each other off all day long. And night.
Not that Lyn had much protesting to do against that particular sexual practice. They were both getting better at it and, obviously, they were slowly inching toward something more.
It was a tad annoying that Alexander wasn't insisting more insistently on the anal sex topic. Lyn was forced to shake his head in mirth. Was the heart surgeon actually doubling as a master manipulator now? Lyn would swear that Alexander was waiting for him to ask for it.
As if that would ever happen. Lyn put a little more speed into his running. It felt good to have the sweet air fill his lungs. The dull ache in his calves steadied him and heat built in his chest, giving him a sense of freedom he didn't otherwise indulge in.
The place Luke sent him in his strange text message was out of the way, about half a mile from the rustic bar where he and Brad had invited Lyn and Alexander to a drinking contest after their spectacular loss at beach volleyball. Lyn had noticed it before, an area where the locals must have left several broken boats, quaint in its desolation and separation from the rest of the place turned into a resort for tourists.
He slowed down as he drew near. There was no sight of Luke. If the punk had played a prank on him only to see if he could, he'd experience the sensation of having his ass kicked. Metaphorically, of course.
He stopped completely as he noticed something right above the heap of wreckage. It took him a moment to realize that he was staring at the crown of someone's head. And he knew that hair color, and the way that hair waved—
Although he'd been invited here by Luke's message, he stepped carefully now. His lungs burned, although he was no longer running, and his heart had returned to its normal steady rhythm. Suddenly, his running shoes were crunching the fine sand under his feet so loudly he wanted to cover his ears.
No, it was just his imagination. The way he was walking right now, there was no way anyone could hear him unless he got really close.
And he wanted to do that. He didn't know what he would discover if he continued, but deep in his gut, a string of sensations that warned him of bad things lying in wait for him ahead roiled his insides.
Now he could hear noises. They were soft and urgent, like the whispers exchanged by people during their most intimate moments. Slinking along the side of a tall boat stuck in the sand for its finite eternity, he advanced.
He peered around, and all the air in his lungs left him in a rush. At first, he could only make out shapes, noises, nothing coherent. He saw a head, a blond head bobbing to and fro. Someone kneeling. In front of someone else.
The wisest thing to do right now – no, the only proper and wise thing – was to walk slowly backwards until he was a safe distance away and could break into a run. Run as fast as his feet could carry him, away from the sight before his eyes.
He remained glued in place, watching like an unwilling witness trapped staring at an unstoppable and unpreventable accident.
Brad had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his lips parted in an expression of pure ecstasy. How many times had Lyn wondered about the face his best friend would make while being pleasured? Pleasured by Lyn, of course.
Which he wasn't now. No, the man kneeling in front of Brad, doing his best with slurping noises and most likely messy technique wasn't Lyn, for sure.
Lyn felt dizzy, his chest closed tight. Neither of the two men involved in the old game of give and take paid him any mind, lost as they were in their own world of pleasure. He was as good as invisible. He didn't exist.
Brad's low chuckle sent a wave of nausea through him. When he noticed Brad reaching for his ear, he realized that he was about to get found out.
He retreated stealthily, just as Brad's words drifted to him. "Sure, babe. I'll be right there to welcome you all."
Lyn set his jaw so hard, he was afraid some bone might break. Brad hadn't gone with Bella to pick up their folks from the airport. He was too busy getting blown by his future brother-in-law.
***
He kept moving by force of habit, staring sightlessly ahead. Without checking where his roommate was, he walked into the bathroom and stepped under the shower with his clothes still on. The cold water hit the back of his head, making him gasp. He could hardly breathe. But the signs had been there all along, hadn't they? What signs? Was he blind?
Pressing his palms against the tiled wall, he allowed clarity to rush in. The volleyball match, of course. The effusive camaraderie between Brad and Luke. All those things Lyn had always thought Brad did only because that was how he was, no ulterior reasons necessary or present.
He smacked his hands against the wall repeatedly, wishing for a type of pain that would ground him. Why? That was the question that kept buzzing back at him like a wasp ready to sting.
Someone grabbed his shoulder and turned him around forcefully. Lyn stared into Alexander's face, unable to say or do anything.
"Lyn, what's wrong?"
He needed to get hold of himself and fast. The last thing he needed was to break down like an idiot in front of Alexander. Twelve years of useless yearning, eight years of agonizing over having done the wrong thing. All down the drain, like the water cascading down his body now.
Alexander turned off the water and took his arm.
"Hey," Lyn protested. "I wasn't done washing."
Good, it was all good. He was in control of his own voice. His entire body had cooled down, and his mind was now arranging the pieces on the board in a different way. He didn't need to win; that was stupid. He only needed the right kind of pain.
"You weren't washing," Alexander said, cupping Lyn's face in his palms. "You were punishing yourself. Why?"
Lyn found it within himself to keep a straight face. He pushed his arms against Alexander's until he made the other give way.
"The thing I wanted to tell you this morning. Do you want to hear it?"
Alexander nodded slowly, his eyes still focused on Lyn, scrutinizing him under the magnifying glass like he always had.
It was fine. He'd fall apart, after all. But he'd do it on his own terms.
He cleared his throat. "I always get tested. After I'm done with a fuck buddy. I'll show my results to you."
Alexander blinked a couple of times, while the gears in his brain were turning.
Lyn continued. "When was the last time you had sex, Alexander? Before me?"
Alexander relaxed visibly. "Oh, it's been many years. I came here ready. And I'll show my results to you, too. I had to be ready on the off chance that you'd be willing to be the first to take this step with me. The things we do for love, right?"
Love. What a funny word.
"I have to ask you, though," Alexander said. "Why?"
'Why' was a funny word, too.
"Because I trust you," Lyn replied.
"Then say it," Alexander ordered, moving closer, his shadow enveloping Lyn like a warm embrace yet to come.
"Fuck me raw," Lyn said and closed his eyes as Alexander covered his mouth with his.
TBC