Just a Bit Obsessed

by Alessandra Hazard

  Alexander took a sip from the bottle. “I haven’t been moody.” He kind of was, maybe, though he couldn’t point out the reason. He could feel this strange sort of frustration building in him, but he didn’t know what he was getting upset about. Everything was fine. The business ran like a well-oiled machine. His relationship with Mila couldn’t be better. There was nothing to be frustrated about.

  “Go dance,” Alexander said. “Go have fun—” He cut himself off when a spotlight caught two guys dancing together.

  Mila followed his gaze. “Oh, look who’s here! Chris didn’t waste much time after ditching us. He has a good taste. Very handsome.”

  Alexander stared at the big hands on Christian’s hips as Christian moved, grinding back against the other guy, his head on the guy’s shoulder, his eyes closed and lips parted. The guy was watching him hungrily, his hands moving to slide under Christian’s T-shirt.

  Alexander set his beer down. “Let’s go say hi.”

  “You can’t be serious!” Mila said. “Christian wouldn’t be happy. I’m sure they don’t want to be interrupted!”

  “Come on,” Alexander said, catching Mila’s wrist and practically dragging her towards the couple.

  “Alexander!”

  He ignored her protests, pushing through the crowd.

  When they reached their destination, Alexander grabbed Christian’s arm—just to get his attention, of course.

  Christian’s eyes flew open and he blinked dazedly a few times before his gaze focused on Alexander. Then a slow, radiant smile lit his face. His lips formed a word, but the music was too loud for Alexander to hear it. Christian pulled away from his dancing partner and practically fell against Alexander. “Hey!” he yelled happily.

  That was when Alexander realized Christian was drunk. He had to wrap his arm around the guy’s waist to steady him. “You’re drunk.”

  Looping an arm around his neck, Christian shook his head. “Just tipsy.”

  Alexander snorted and looked at the other guy—who was glaring daggers at him.

  “Get lost,” Alexander said. “He’s too drunk to put out.”

  Huffing in annoyance, the guy disappeared in the crowd.

  “I’m never too drunk to put out,” Christian announced into his ear.

  Alexander grimaced. “You’re definitely too drunk to drive. How did you get here?”

  There was a pause. “I dunno. I think I walked.”

  “You think?” Alexander said. “How are you going to get home?”

  Christian pressed his nose against his ear. “Don’t wanna go home. Wanna fuck.”

  “Really,” Alexander said flatly. “I thought you declined Mila’s invitation because you didn’t want sex.”

  “Don’t want a girl,” Christian’s murmured into his ear. “Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.”

  Alexander swallowed. Meeting Mila’s concerned gaze, he flinched, though there was no way she could have heard it. And even if she could, he had no reason to feel guilty. He wasn’t responsible for what Christian was babbling about.

  Alexander cleared his throat. “We’ll take you home. You need to sleep it off.” Gesturing Mila to follow, Alexander half-carried, half-dragged Christian off the dance floor.

  “Where are we going?” Christian said once they got their jackets and went outside into the December night.

  It was cold and damp but not windy.

  “Where do you live?”

  After a moment, Christian told him his address.

  “That’s where we’re going, then,” Alexander said, pushing him towards his car.

  “Hey, easy there!” Christian said, stumbling. “My legs are kinda funny.”

  “You were fine enough when you were humping that guy on the dance floor.”

  “You sound angry, Alec,” Christian said, turning and winking at him. Apparently he wasn’t too drunk for his silly flirting.

  “I’m not angry,” Alexander said, grabbing Christian when he stumbled again. “I’m annoyed. Babysitting you wasn’t on my to-do list tonight.”

  “Don’t be so hard on him, honey.”

  Startled, Alexander turned his head. He had completely forgotten about Mila.

  She lengthened her strides to catch up. “If anything, you should be the one apologizing to Christian for cock-blocking him.”

  “I did no such thing,” Alexander said, opening his car and shoving Christian into the passenger seat.

  “You did,” Christian muttered.

  “You did,” Mila said, climbing into the back seat.

  “He’s wasted.” Alexander got into his seat, buckled Christian up, fastened his own belt, and started the engine. “Who knows what the guy would have done to him.”

  Christian started laughing—or rather, giggling drunkenly. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”

  Alexander leveled him with a look.

  Christian blew him a kiss.

  Gritting his teeth, Alexander looked back at the street.

  He felt Christian’s gaze on him.

  “This is so odd,” Christian said, sounding confused. “You’re sweet, but you look very sour. Odd.”

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re a terrible drunk?” Alexander said, ignoring Mila’s laughter from the backseat.

  “No,” Christian said after a moment.

  “You’re a terrible drunk.”

  “Am not. I’m an awesome drunk! I sober up pretty fast.”

  “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  “You’re mean. You look so nice, but you’re so mean.”

  “You just said I was sweet.”

  “I never said that!”

  Alexander laughed. “You’re kind of ridiculous.”

  “And you’re a jerk.”

  “And you’re annoying.”

  “Nice,” Mila said, chuckling. “Kindergarten insults. What’s next, guys?”

  “He started it!” Christian said with a pout in his voice. “I really, really don’t like your boyfriend. I don’t know how you put up with him. Or why.”

  “He has his moments,” Mila said. “Besides, he has a great dick.”

  That silenced Christian. For a moment.

  “I guess,” he mumbled reluctantly. “Though big dicks can be pretty uncomfortable when the guy doesn’t know how to use it. But I guess he—”

  “He is right here,” Alexander said, looking in front of him. “And he really would like the two of you to stop discussing his dick.”

  “Spoilsport,” Mila said.

  “Bore,” Christian said.

  Mila laughed a little. “I hope you aren’t too pissed at Alexander. That guy was very handsome.”

  “Yeah. He had nice eyes. So blue. Pity.”

  Alexander glanced at Christian. He looked sleepy now.

  “Can I ask you something?” Mila said.

  When Christian made a sleepy noise, she asked, “Why don’t you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? I mean, you’re probably the most popular guy in school, everyone loves you, but you never go out with anyone. You just sleep around. People say you’re afraid of commitment.”

  “Nope,” Christian muttered, yawning. “It’s actually the opposite. My parents love each other—their love is epic and shit—and I basically grew up knowing nothing else. Settling for anything else seems kinda shallow. So I just fuck. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince and all that. I haven’t met anyone I wanted badly enough to quit sleeping around.”

  There was a wistful look on Christian’s face. He didn’t look all that drunk anymore.

  “I really want to meet that person,” Mila said.

  Christian caught Alexander’s eyes and averted his gaze. “You and me both, sweetheart.”

  “All right, let’s have a little quiz!” Mila said.

  “A quiz?”

  “Uh huh. A woman or a man?”

  “Easy,” Christian murmured. “A man.”

  “Why are you so sure?” Mila asked, a trace of annoyance in her vo
ice. “You might fall for a woman.”

  Alexander glanced at Christian again. He had his eyes closed.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I like women,” Christian said. “You’re nice to touch, nice to talk to, but I can’t really— can’t really see myself falling for a girl. There are things women can’t give me.”

  “Like what?” Mila said.

  Don’t want a girl. Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.

  Alexander shifted in his seat slightly, fixing his eyes straight ahead.

  “Being with a man is different from being with a woman,” Christian murmured. “The dynamic is different. I’m all for gender equality and everything, but there are still some things you just can’t—” He cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “It’s hard to explain. I feel different with men and want different things, you know?”

  Mila giggled. “Just say you like dick better.”

  Christian snickered. “That too, but it’s not that simple, actually.”

  “Fine, whatever. So the person will be most likely a man. Tall and built or short and slim?”

  “Dumb question. Do you like short and slim guys?”

  “Not the same thing! I’ve heard some gay guys like twinks.”

  “Not me. Like them tall and built. Someone stronger than me.”

  “I get it,” Mila said, a smile in her voice. “Let me guess: you like, um, to be on the bottom?”

  Christian laughed. “I’ve done both.”

  “But you prefer bottoming,” Mila pressed.

  Alexander shot a sideway glance at Christian.

  “Yeah,” he said, meeting Alexander’s eyes. There was a blush on his cheekbones.

  Alexander looked back at the street. They were almost at the address Christian had given him.

  “But I don’t actually do it that often,” Christian said. “I usually only do one-night stands, and you don’t really go that far with some strangers. And it’s a bit too intense and makes you feel too vulnerable and shit when the guy—”

  “Too much information,” Alexander said.

  The silence that fell in the car was almost deafening, and Alexander realized he had practically snarled the words out.

  “Why?” Christian murmured at last. “Does it make you uncomfortable, Alec?”

  Alexander kept his eyes on the road. “There’s such thing as over-sharing.” Alexander stopped the car in front of the building. “Is this the right building?”

  “I—Yeah.”

  “Then get out.”

  “Thanks for the ride, I guess. Bye, Mila.”

  “Bye, Chris.”

  Alexander didn’t watch as Christian opened the door, but he had to look when the guy stumbled and fell down.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Alexander said and got out of the car.

  “The world is spinning,” Christian said. “Weird. I don’t feel all that drunk anymore.”

  Alexander hauled him up. “Come on.”

  Christian slung an arm around his neck and leaned heavily against him.

  “You need help?” Mila called out from the car.

  “No,” Alexander said and started walking. “Where’s your apartment?”

  “There. Fifth floor. The elevator isn’t working.”

  It figured.

  When they finally reached the apartment, they leaned against the door, catching their breaths.

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” Christian said.

  “Don’t,” Alexander said.

  “Very helpful, dude.”

  “You can manage the rest on your own, right?”

  “If I say no, will you carry me inside?” Christian was smiling slightly, but his eyes were oddly serious.

  Alexander straightened up. “If you’re back to flirting, you’re fine enough to get your ass inside.” He turned to leave, but a hand grabbed his jacket.

  “Alec.”

  He inhaled and looked at Christian. “What?”

  Christian let go of his jacket. He bit his bottom lip, a strange expression on his face. “It’s, like, the last time we see each other, right?”

  Alexander shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged. “We’ll probably run into each other at your school.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Christian’s eyes were like melted chocolate.

  Averting his gaze, Alexander tugged at his collar. “Maybe. So?”

  “I hate leaving loose ends,” Christian said.

  “What loose ends?”

  “You know what I’m talking about. Look at me.”

  Alexander knew he shouldn’t. He knew it.

  But he did anyway.

  They stared at each other in silence; the only sound in the stairwell was their ragged breathing.

  Christian licked his lips.

  “Just once,” he whispered.

  And Alexander lunged forward, crushing his lips with his own. Moaning, Christian grabbed his hair and kissed back, eager and needy, and Alexander kissed him deeper, shoving his tongue inside. The kiss was messy and carnal—tongues, teeth, breathless grunts and whimpers—and he couldn’t kiss him deep enough and hard enough. Nothing made sense—nothing but this: the most basic, physical want, his blood pounding with need in his veins and making his dick thicken and harden. He wanted—

  His cell phone went off. It was his ringtone for Mila.

  Alexander jerked away as though burnt.

  Breathing hard, they stared at each other. Christian’s pupils were so dilated that his eyes seemed black, his face flushed, hair disheveled, lips swollen and red. Alexander hated that even as guilt twisted his gut into knots, a part of him wanted to go back to sucking and kissing those lips, his body burning with want.

  “No,” he said hoarsely and backed away, almost falling down the stairs in his haste.

  Once outside, the cold night air did nothing to cool his skin.

  Alexander took a few deep breaths, trying to will his erection away. He thought of Mila waiting for him in the car, and he felt sick to his stomach.

  He didn’t want to go there, but he couldn’t stay here forever.

  Steeling himself, Alexander strode to the car and got into the driver’s seat.

  “What’s taken you so long?”

  Alexander stared out into the dark night through the windshield.

  He could lie. He could omit the truth.

  His stomach churned. No.

  “I kissed him,” he said flatly.

  A beat passed. “Excuse me?”

  “I kissed Christian.” He didn’t look at her.

  The silence lasted longer this time.

  At last, she laughed, a bit uncertainly. “Wow. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. I thought—I thought you were one hundred percent straight.”

  “I am,” Alexander said, gripping the steering wheel.

  “Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you are not one hundred percent straight if you kiss another guy.” A pause. “Though I don’t really blame you. He’s ridiculously attractive and would make any guy bi-curious.”

  Breathing out, Alexander turned his head to her. “I thought you’d be angrier.”

  Mila twirled a lock of her hair on her finger. “Why? I kissed him too—and did more than kissing. I’m just surprised.” She peered at him curiously. “Did you like it?”

  Alexander nearly laughed. How was he supposed to answer that?

  Like didn’t even begin to cover it. Hunger was still clawing at him, his cock still half-hard.

  But for all her open-mindedness, Mila wouldn’t take it well if she knew the extent of his attraction to Christian. She wouldn’t take it well if she knew his fingers were still trembling from the rush of adrenaline, his body stiff with arousal.

  “It was good enough,” Alexander said shortly, turning away.

  Mila put a hand on his shoulder. “So what are we gonna do about it?”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  “Isn’t it obvious? I’
m attracted to him, you’re attracted to him, and I presume he’s attracted to both of us. It’s perfect. We can have a real threesome, not just have two guys share a girl.”

  Alexander drew a slow breath in. She couldn’t be seriously suggesting this. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Mila.”

  “Why? It was really hot when I saw you two accidentally kiss.” She chuckled. “Gotta say there’s something very exciting about watching two hot guys make out. I actually don’t even feel jealous. It’s like…it feels like it doesn’t count, you know?”

  Alexander could understand where she was coming from: he wouldn’t be bothered either if he watched Mila make out with another hot girl. But the problem was…

  He sighed, running a hand over his eyes. How could he tell her that he had a very bad feeling about this?

  “Is this about him being a guy?” Mila asked when he didn’t say anything. “If it is, it’s silly. So you’re bisexual, big deal! It’s just sex, not a relationship. Come on, let’s try it! If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Simple.”

  Alexander stared into the darkness. He shouldn’t be making any decisions when his body still ached with want and desire.

  But he said, “All right.”

  “Great! I’ll tell him tomorrow, then.”

  The uneasy feeling in his gut didn’t abate.

  Something told him it wouldn’t be as simple as Mila made it out to be.

  Chapter 8

  Christian wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and swallowed, staring at the door to Alexander’s apartment.

  He should have refused.

  He should have refused when Mila suggested it. At first he had been flustered and embarrassed when Mila had told him she knew about the kiss. Apparently Alexander always told her everything. Like the perfect boyfriend he was.

  Christian wasn’t sure why it bothered him that much—at least he chose not to examine it too closely. Until his conversation with Mila, he had been trying not to think about the kiss, and Mila’s suggestion had come as a shock to him.

  Apparently, she—and Alexander—wanted a threesome. A real threesome. A threesome where he could touch Alexander and Alexander would touch him. Christian had been so startled he gave his assent without thinking. Not his brightest moment.

  Dammit, this had “bad idea” written all over it. He should have refused. Because he really liked Mila.