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I took him back to his bed then made him a pretty big breakfast which I carried to him. Then I lay down next to him and talked about my week to fill the silence. He didn't say he looked almost sick.
He had snuggled up against me and when he rested his head on my shoulder, he was almost burning. I pointed it out to him but he replied that it would pass.
A little later Greg called and yelled at him before hanging up on him. It resonated immediately and they could speak calmly.
After that, Alex had regained his color and although he remained fairly calm the rest of the day, he seemed much less depressed. I got home quite late that evening. And as was predictable with him, it all seemed like it had never happened the next day. In the evening after work, he showed up at my house and immediately kissed me full on the mouth. He had a beer and asked me to tell about my day. We talked for a while and ended the evening like the day before with kisses and caresses.
He will tell me later that Greg has gone somewhere on the other side of the earth and that we won't see him again for a while. Personally, it didn't bother me.
On Wednesday, I had already forgotten about Sunday and no longer hearing about Greg in every conversation did me a lot of good.
Our activities during the following evenings had changed a lot. We didn't go out much anymore. Besides, we did almost nothing other than what Alex so aptly called “our game”. That's it, we played this game all the time where I was the only guinea pig. However, I cannot deny that I really enjoyed it and each time we went a little further. I no longer really felt that discomfort from the beginning and I think I fully accepted the idea of wanting that. I was now thinking about it all day at work and almost impatiently waiting for the end of the day to go home and find him. I accepted the thought of having desire for him and the idea of the excitement that spread in my stomach as soon as he placed his lips on mine. Because above all, I loved kissing him. Taking his lips between mine feeling his downy tongue sinking into my throat. Play with her of mine. I never had enough. But it all became more and more frustrating. I always had to stand still while he carried out the operations. I wasn't allowed to touch him. That was the rule. Once, when I insisted, he got up and we just left it at that.
It was almost torture. The only place my fingers had access to was his hair, while gradually I felt a devouring need to participate, if not outright lead as I was used to. When we talked about it, he would simply tell me that it was part of the game.
One Friday, towards the end of the third week since our trip to the park, we were at my house watching a movie, when halfway through, in an interesting scene, he put his hand on my neck then brought them up again. 'to my cheek to turn my gaze towards him and lick my lower lip in small strokes.
- I love your lips. Every time I look at them, I want to kiss you...
And he slipped his tongue into my mouth, the opening of which I immediately gave him. He kissed me for a moment while taking off my shirt before starting to pepper my body with kisses and playing with my n*****s as he liked. As he did so, one of his hands slipped towards my crotch which he began to caress with circular movements. It wasn't the first time he touched me there but he was particularly insistent that evening with strong movements whereas the other times it was rather brief and furtive. My pleasure began to increase at the same time as my frustration. My breathing accelerated to the rhythm of the caresses he was performing on my p***s. Then, at one point, as his movements accelerated, it became more and more difficult to control himself or stay still. Fortunately, he stopped suddenly and stood up. My gaze followed him as he walked around me to kneel between my legs. I couldn't imagine what he intended to do and at the same time I dreamed of it.
I saw his fingers go to my belt buckle and remove it. Then he unzipped my pants with his gaze fixed on mine, with calculated slowness. All that remained was my boxers which allowed the shapes hidden there to be perfectly distinguished. They were all the more remarkable because they did not have this dimension a few minutes ago. He first gently ran his index finger over it in one direction then in the other, just to frustrate me a little more, because I could no longer hide the impatience that was gaining on me. Not planning to stop the torture there, he moved his face ever so slowly towards my p***s then simply blew on it just where the glans could be seen. I groaned in frustration. I could not any more. I grabbed his head with both hands and begged him.
- stop it… please…
He started again straight away for the pleasure of hearing me moan again
- what do you want me to do then? he asked me continuing
- I…
As I hesitated, I felt his warm tongue land on my p***s through the fabric and lick it along its entire length as if he was not bothered by the barrier represented by the fabric of the boxers. Never had a girl's tongue, even when she was already giving me a b*****b, had such an effect on me. But he didn't give me time to recover from my emotions because his lips continued the walk on my p***s, always through the fabric, until they discovered the tip which they took between them with the fabric. , and her tongue came to titillate him first by barely touching him then by really going for it. And sucking it in as if to swallow it. That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. I begged him.
- Alex… Alex… I…
- What do you want…?
-… get him out of there…
This cotton of the boxers was becoming a real torture
- like that? He said as he did so.
Her fingers on my p***s had a crazy effect on me. I was totally lost in the pleasure. I felt my p***s double in size just at this contact while my ideas were totally confused.
“Or…yes…touch it…caress it…”
Here again he did as I asked him, grabbing my p***s at the base with one of his hands and wrapping the other around it to start jerking me off. I couldn't think straight anymore.
- yes… like that… now kiss him…
Without question, I saw his head slowly lean towards my crotch when we both heard the doorbell ring.
Whoever it is, go to hell!
The i***t who was there rang the bell a second time. With a brief glance at each other we decided not to open. Then resuming his task, he gently placed his tongue on the tip of my c**k before covering it with his lips. Finally I honestly felt the caress. While having regained my senses a little I sighed with contentment... And Alex's cell phone started to ring. He raised his head from his work and hesitated for a moment before letting go of my tool with one hand to search his pocket. The ringing stopped before he pulled her out but as soon as he cried out
“It’s Greg!” » I knew it was the end of the beans.
He immediately got up and almost rushed out the door.
I had time to make myself presentable and relocate my machine, which now felt strangely cramped, before seeing them both arrive.
- hi Kyle! That was a bye! Greg said to me, giving me his devastating smile which at the time really had no effect on me.
I answered him with my fakest smile.
- Hi. We didn't know you were back.
- I have only just arrived. A quick trip home and there I am.
- you must be tired. You should not have…
- a certain very wild animal present here would have reduced me to pieces if I had known. Right Alex?
- you know what you're talking about. replied the i***t, looking innocent. SO? We're going to my house?
Once there, cans of beer in hands, Greg told us about his stay in South Africa. He brought back African masks for both of us. It was nice but I didn't care. Especially since I was overcome by bad faith and obvious annoyance by catching them making out with each other.
I was completely cold and quite angry. How could Alex kiss Greg like that when he had just stuck his tongue out of my pants? Shamelessly and without hiding too. Greg first wanted to calm her down for my sake but he reassured her by saying something that really pissed me off.
"Don't worry, he's initiated now." » And what did that mean exactly?
Greg and Alex were sitting on the couch right across from me and after an hour they were still talking about the damn trip. Quite bored, I did nothing more than observe them, which allowed me to follow with my eyes Greg's hand which slowly slipped under Alex's shirt and began to gently caress his stomach. Naturally, almost like a habit, while continuing the discussion. Alex hadn't even moved, as if this was completely normal. I didn't understand why it upset me so much. Honestly, I was too angry. I wanted to yell at them and put Greg back on the next flight with a one-way ticket to Alaska.
And this gesture, this innocent caress that he lavished on her under her shirt made me so uncomfortable. Stop doing that! I no longer listened to a word they said. My whole mind was focused on that hand moving slowly under the cotton of the shirt. I felt my heart tighten and I almost felt myself suffocating. I couldn't stand this sight. So suddenly I stood up and they looked at me strangely.
- I… um, uh… toilet.
They surely understood. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself as I had been wanting to for quite a while actually. When I came back, I came across this sight that took my breath away.
Greg was on top of Alex who was lying on his back on the couch. His brown head was lost under Alex's shirt and I didn't know exactly what he was doing to him but what petrified me was Alex's face, Completely ecstatic, looking more than appreciative of the attentions that we provided for him. And his expressions changing as his pleasure increased. I saw his eyes closed, his head thrown back and his lips opening a little more each time as if he was looking for a little more air to feed his lungs. I realized that he had never had this kind of reaction to me. He barely let me touch him! But Greg, Greg…
I needed air. I stormed out, slamming the door violently. I immediately went down to get my car and in an instant I was outside. I drove for a while without thinking and without any real aim, only to find that I was going in circles. I then decided to go to the place I knew best in this city. This pub we used to go to on Fridays like this with that i***t Alex. I found a place back and out of sight and offered myself a bottle of whiskey which I proceeded to down in quick succession. Why was I in so much pain? That I felt like something was squeezing my heart to the point of suffocation? It was the kind of thing that had never happened to me before. I felt a mixture of rage and sadness that was difficult to explain. Why was I suddenly so after Greg? He hadn't done anything to me. It wasn't like I had just discovered the nature of their relationship either. So what was going on? Why was I so jealous? Yes that's it. I was jealous. Jealous of Greg. Because… because… oh no… I emptied the glass I was holding in one go and poured myself another swig. Damn was I really? That would explain a lot! Oh s**t. Who would have thought that Kyle Morgane...why him? Why a guy? Why is this completely unstable kid? Why didn't I bump into a super hot girl when I arrived in this f*****g city but into him? In fact, I saw it coming from the start. I saw my feelings changing but I didn't want to look. I wanted to pretend there was nothing. As if it were normal to spend all your free time with a simple friend. As if this need to see him and talk to him all the time, to be with him again and again was completely normal. As if Greg's presence didn't bother me. As if hearing Alex talk about himself all day long didn't annoy me... as if I hadn't noticed that I had become too attached to him and that he had taken on an importance that no one had ever taken before in my life. Not even Eric Portman.
Eric Portman… I've spent the last few years thinking about him and the apologies I had to make to him but I would never have let myself be treated like that by him! Why had I let this boy change me so much? I barely recognized myself. I did whatever he wanted. I almost always gave in to his whims and let myself be led by the end of my nose. Why did I care about him so much when I didn't even know him a few months ago? Seeing Greg's fingers running over his body hurt so much, I had never felt like that. Usually I was the one who always got what he wanted. The one who broke hearts. I almost wanted to scream with rage, I knew the game was lost in advance. Alex was so addicted to Greg. I could never make him so dependent on me. Already he doesn't even want me to touch him...
“It doesn’t seem like it’s going well. »
The voice seemed to come from far away, probably thanks to the alcohol which had considerably numbed my brain, and I didn't know it. I raise my head and see… but yes I recognize it. It's the mastiff we met last time in this same pub, with Alex. He didn't have a face that was easily forgotten
- Hi! I say to him, lifting my glass before bringing it to my lips.
- what are you doing here? And where is Alex? he asks me rather gruffly.
- pfff, what do I know?
And why is he speaking to me in this tone?
“And then if you want to see it… you just have to look for it!” So! ha-ha-ha! »
From the look that pierced me, he wasn't used to being answered in this tone but in my state there was no longer any alarm working in my head so I continued:
" GOOD! And if you don't have anything to add, f**k off and let me get drunk in peace! Capisce? "
He must also be very sensitive because he immediately turned red. I didn't have the time to see what he was capable of doing because the one I least wanted to see at that very moment appeared right in front of my eyes and exclaimed to the attention of Mr. terminator
-Sean! That was a bye!
- Alex? he said in surprise, the fist he had raised hanging in the air
- himself! Uuuu… you look in good shape! Everything seems to be going well for you!
The Sean finally lowered his fist and readjusted his suit
- Oh yeah? And what do you see that as?
- well… uh… you look really sexy tonight!
- I haven't changed my style in 6 years, my baby. And it's funny that it's only tonight that you notice my charm.
- ah… ah good?…
-…
-… please don’t demolish it! He's dead drunk! Look at! He would never have said something like that to you otherwise. I swear!
I simply continued to swallow my drinks while barely listening to them.
- it's quite sad to see such a promising-looking young man getting so drunk. If he wakes up with a few teeth missing tomorrow, I'm sure it will teach him a lesson.
- No!
- so are you ready to do something to save him?
- pfff! You'll never change, right?
- Nope…
Alex grabbed him by the tie to pull him closer and kiss him. This scene finally distracted me from my drink. Did he f*****g have to do them all? And why did he always arrange for me to attend? Even if frankly the big guy wasn't my type, I know that this guy with his Rambo muscles and his sea blue eyes was to die for. So what? Does he need all the hot guys in town? I am disgusted. I get up immediately and head unsteadily but quickly towards the exit, forgetting to pay. A waiter intercedes for me before I reach the door.
- sorry sir...
He didn't finish his sentence when Alex interrupted him.
- I'll fix this, Peter
- sorry Alex, I didn't know he was with you. he replies.
And turning to me: “sorry sir…”
I give him a murderous look for an answer while Alex asks him
- how much does he owe?
As that settled, I continued on my way towards the exit not wanting Alex to catch up with me. But he gets there just as I get my car keys out
- we can no longer have peace in our f*****g life? I scream turning towards him
- where do you plan to go in your state? he asks me with his exasperating calm
- somewhere where there is no risk of meeting you!
- it could have been done if you weren't so drunk.
- tsss!
I didn't want to talk to him anymore. With a nervous gesture that makes the keys on my bunch jingle, I try to slip the car key into the door lock, when he snatches it away from me.
- I'm the one who brings you back. he decreed
- out of the question! Give me those keys!
- you can barely stand up.
- give me back these keys I tell you!
It was pitch black only lit by faint lights and the signs of the few surrounding restaurants and bars. We were standing in front of my car parked on the sidewalk, without the few passers-by who were passing by paying us any attention.
- but what exactly is wrong with you Kyle?
- it's none of your business! Give me back the f*****g keys and go back to Greg's warm arms!
- I would still be there if you hadn't run off like a crazy person without saying anything!
I can't say enough what came over me at that moment. It happened in slow motion like a movie in my head and by the time I realized, he was already on the ground with one hand placed where my fist had just hit him. Someone somewhere in another dimension must have pressed pause because we were stuck in our movements for a moment. My eyes widened in fear at my gesture and him staring at me with this piercing look whose meaning I had never understood. I felt like I was a senior high school student who had just hit a sixth grader, a guy who had just hit a girl. Even though Alex really didn't look like a girl, he seemed so fragile sometimes...
He slowly got up and with the back of his hand, brushed away the trickle of blood that was escaping from the corner of his lips. I had hit hard. Even though he hadn't done anything to me at all. I suddenly felt so miserable
- I am…
- It's good. he cut me off. Are you going up now?
He opened the door and got behind the wheel. I took my place obediently next to him. No words were spoken until arrival. He turned off the ignition and came around to help me get out and then walk. I actually had a hard time keeping my balance. We took the elevator and it took me home.
- I'm sorry Alex, I don't know what came over me...
He didn't answer and dragged me to the bathroom.
- I'm really sorry...sorry, sorry.
He tried to make me stand straight and balanced in the middle of the room.
" Sorry. Sorry. Sorry… "
I kept saying that. Still without answering me, he began to undress me. I felt his delicate fingers rest on my chest and release the buttons of my shirt one by one as I tried to stay in the position he had put me in. It was all the more difficult as the mere contact of his fingers aroused incredible sensations in me. I push him away when he was almost finished and ask him
- but what are you doing?
With an annoyed look he responds
- do you honestly think that I want to have fun with you in your state?
He stopped for a second and continued, pointing to my clothes.
- Alright. Take all that off me and get in this bathtub!
I start by obeying him. When I got to my boxers, as I hesitated he told me.
- No. Not this one. Now hurry up. In the bathtub!
I comply by saying
- you are angry. I see it clearly. I apologized though...
Still without responding to my apologies, I see him unhook the shower hose and direct it towards me
- waits! Att…
No, he doesn't wait and starts pouring cold water on me without any precaution...
- Wait! Att…
…and I start struggling like hell.
When he finally stopped, there was water all over the bathroom and I think he was as wet as the hand he used to hold me in the tub with was still resting on my shoulder, and the other hanging in the air right in front of my face, holding the end of the hose tightly. Her completely soaked hair had stuck to her face and the drops of water that escaped from it traced transparent furrows on her face before escaping drop by drop from her chin where they finished their lessons. Time seemed to stand still and I suddenly wondered how I could have imagined that I would have escaped the nets of such a predator? Ignoring my feelings really wasn't the right solution. I should have fled. Right away. From the first time my eyes rested on that captivating face. In that moment when he looked at me with those green eyes that I adored so much, that determined expression on his face, it seemed more than obvious to me, like a condemnation. I was doomed from the start to love him.
I suddenly stand up in the bathtub without knowing what has come over me and throw myself around his neck. As he didn't expect it, he loses his balance and we both find ourselves on the ground. Me on top of him. I place my head in the crook of his shoulder and whisper to him
- Alex, I'm sorry for hitting you. I... I was so angry with you... I... it's because... it's because I love you...
I feel his body stiffen against me for a second then he tries to push me away while saying
- stopped. You're drunk. Get out of there now.
I stand up while remaining seated on his pelvis and I force him to stay lying down by holding him by the shoulders.
- I'm not kidding Alex! I love you don't you understand that? I'm in love with you! I'm crazy about you!… and I don't even know when it happened…
He then stops resisting and our eyes remain glued to each other for a moment. He is the one who ends up moving first. He moves his hand up my arm and ends up placing it on the back of my neck. He then brings my face back to his and passionately takes possession of my lips...
I turn once or twice in bed before waking up. I slowly open my eyes and I am seized by a violent migraine as soon as my eyes fall on the sunlight, which filtered through the poorly closed curtain. Where am I first? Oh yes, this is my room… how did I find myself there? The day before…damn! The day before!
The day before I remember drinking like crazy. Alex came to pick me up. He brought me back…and..? I don't really know anymore...
“s**t…” I mutter as I get out of bed and see that I'm in boxers. Please tell me it wasn't Alex who did that... in any case it confirms the thesis which says that I probably made a ridiculous fool of myself. I will have plenty of time to think about it but for now there are more important things to do. Like brushing my teeth to get rid of that jackal breath and then a good coffee to clear my head. So it's with my head still in a haze that I enter the kitchen and I come across Alex finishing preparing a breakfast tray.
- ah, are you up? he said
Did he sleep at my house? And... he was wearing a bathrobe of mine... I try to ignore the confusion that came over me at this idea and look away.
- You want some coffee?
I answered with a barely audible yes and came to sit at the table. That's when I noticed the huge bruise that started from the corner of his lips and extended over a good part of his left cheek. Besides, I can clearly see a brown line where his lip must have split.
- but what happened to you? Did you fight?
While pouring coffee into a cup he answers me
- no, I ran into a madman yesterday in the street.
- a mad person? In the street?
- yeah… his name was Kyle.
Images suddenly came back to me like a flash. I remember my fist crashing into his face and him falling to the sidewalk.
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