by Sam Burns
Alex wrapped his arms around Liam and smiled at him when their lips parted. “This is nice.”
“Nice is a good start,” Liam said, smiling back and leaning in for another kiss.
Alex expected him to stand and lead the way into the bedroom, or start stripping his clothes off, or, well, something a little more dramatic than just kissing him again. And then kissing him a few more times after that.
He wasn’t even sure how much time passed like that. He was so warm and comfortable that he was starting to think he would melt into the couch and never move again. Then he felt Liam’s tongue barely brush his lower lip, at the same moment as fingers slipped under his shirt to splay against his ribs. It was electrifying, as though his brain hadn’t been expecting the dual input. His whole body arched up into Liam’s.
He moaned, his mouth falling open as Liam’s other hand found its way under his shirt. As both hands slid against his skin, he was possessed by the sudden need to have his shirt out of the way. To have both of their shirts out of the way. He tugged at the hem of Liam’s, and it didn’t take long for the hint to get through.
Liam reached behind his neck and tugged the shirt off, tossing it away and then reaching for the hem of Alex’s again. Instead of pulling it off, though, he ran his hands under it. He let them trail along Alex’s sides and back, then over the top of his jeans, pulling the two of them together at the hip.
The pressure on his groin was the most intense thing Alex had ever felt, despite the layers of clothing between them. He could feel the outline and hardness of Liam’s cock against his. Dammit, why weren’t they naked yet?
He reached for the neck of his own shirt, determined to be rid of all the clothes, and almost ripped it in his haste to be done.
“You in a hurry?” Liam asked, then he chuckled, but his voice was deeper than when he was just amused. It sent a shiver down Alex’s spine.
“Gimme a break, dude,” Alex said, internally cringing at calling his boyfriend ‘dude’ in the middle of making out. That was a habit he needed to break. “I’m late to the party,” he pointed out. “I’m just trying to catch up, you know?”
Liam leaned down and pressed their bare chests together, sliding those perfect, amazing hands between Alex’s jeans and boxers and pulling him up again. This time they both moaned. Pressing a hard kiss to Alex’s lips, Liam pulled back just an inch or two before speaking. “Here or the bedroom?”
“What?” Alex couldn’t get his brain to form real thoughts. “Why?” Liam pulled at his ass again, grinding their cocks together. The fabric of his boxers chafed a bit, but he didn’t care. He needed— “The bedroom. Condoms are in the bedroom.”
Liam’s lips traced a line from the corner of his mouth along his jaw to whisper in his ear. “Your call.”
Alex nodded. “The bedroom.”
Standing, Liam reached down to help Alex up and then tugged him into an embrace. He was practically growling as he said, “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Me?” Alex asked dubiously. “You’re like the cover of a freaking romance novel.”
Liam frowned. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Please. You’re insanely hot. Now get in the bedroom and get naked, so I can see the rest of the goods.”
“Yes, sir!” Liam gave him a mock salute and a saucy smile, then turned to walk toward the bedroom. It was a hell of a show, that muscled back and gorgeous ass in nothing but low-slung jeans.
Alex hadn’t realized how much he appreciated a gorgeous ass before that moment. He practically ran to catch up. He didn’t want to miss a minute of the stripping or miles of perfect skin that were sure to follow.
When Alex arrived in the room, Liam was kicking off his jeans. Alex was astonished that someone who looked that beautiful existed in the world. Strong pecs, the hint of a six pack, and a thin trail of dark hair leading down into his briefs.
Lower down on his right leg, there was a painful looking scar that covered half his knee and the bottom part of his thigh, still new enough to be dark pink and raised.
Liam looked nervous, to Alex’s surprise. “I know. It’s nasty.”
“It looks like it still hurts,” Alex answered with the first thought that popped into his head after looking at it.
Liam shook his head dismissively. “Nah. It’s mostly just ugly. I still run, you know? I just don’t want you to think—” he cut off, looking self-conscious.
It only took a second for Alex to understand. He rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously suggesting that I might be so shallow that I don’t want to have sex with you because you have a scar?”
Liam smiled nervously. “Dumb?”
Alex’s own self-consciousness drained away, and he crossed the room in a few short strides. He wrapped his hands around Liam’s hips and pulled them together, then leaned up the few inches to press their lips together again. “How do we do this? Do I need to, um?” He looked at the bed, trying to put the words together.
Alex pulled away to open the drawer on the nightstand, taking out the top box of condoms and container of lube, which suddenly seemed painfully tiny. Painful being the operative word. He looked at the lube, then down at himself and up at Liam.
Liam was smiling again. He took the lube and condoms, opening the box with a deft hand and tearing a single condom packet off the strip inside as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking up at Alex, he motioned toward his jeans. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes. Why don’t you give me a show to prep to? I haven’t bottomed in a long time.”
Alex stared in shock. “You. Bottom?”
Liam laughed, but stifled it quickly. “Yeah. Why, did you want to?”
“I kind of just assumed?” Alex wasn’t sure why he had assumed he would be on bottom. He’d done a bit of research during the weeks they had been dating. Okay, fine, he’d watched gay porn. Maybe it was because Liam seemed like the gay porn top stereotype, being tall, muscular, and commanding.
“What, you’re shorter so you’re the bottom?” Liam grinned. He held up the lube. “Your call. You want to be in me, or you want me in you?”
Alex felt his mouth fall slack, but he didn’t seem to have control over it anymore. The images that came to mind with those words were so much better than any porn he’d watched. “Can I say both?”
Liam left the condom and lube on the bed and stood to drop his tight black briefs, giving Alex full view of his cock. It was impressive, solidifying the idea that starting with Liam on bottom was for the best. He was about to voice that opinion when Liam made a ‘hurry up’ motion, then turned and climbed onto the bed, settling onto his knees and watching Alex expectantly. “Well? I think I asked for a show.”
Alex swallowed hard. His hand went to the button on his jeans as Liam cracked the seal on the lube and squeezed some onto his hand. They maintained eye contact as Liam reached behind himself, gasping a small breath as he pushed his lubed finger—fingers?—inside. His eyes went heavy and half-lidded, and his mouth fell open. “Oh damn,” he whispered. “Come on, Alex. Need you to get over here and fuck me.”
Alex had to force his hands to move slowly, inching his zipper down instead of just rushing through so he could throw himself at Liam. Using both hands, he slid his jeans down past his hips. He ran his finger just under the band of his boxer-briefs for a moment, watching Liam react to him, and to his own efforts. He was gorgeous. His breath came in pants, his knees had slid apart on the bedspread, and he seemed to be fighting the instinct to let his eyes slip closed and his head fall back. It was even more beautiful than that toothpaste ad smile.
And Alex was done with the teasing. He always figured he’d be better at it, but as he’d proven, he was okay with failing sometimes. When he reached the edge of the bed, he wrapped his right hand around the side of Liam’s face and neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.
It wasn’t a kiss like the other kisses, all tender, intimate, and sweet. It was demanding in a way he hadn’t known he could be, nippin
g at Liam’s bottom lip with his teeth before pushing their lips together hard. He slid his tongue into Liam’s mouth, a move that probably should have been tentative since he hadn’t done it before. Instead, it felt like he was in a position of power. He felt like he was in complete control of the situation.
“Fuck, Alex.” Liam gasped for breath when he pulled away, and moaned in that deep sexy bedroom voice of his.
Alex grinned back as he picked up the condom.
Liam pulled his fingers free and turned around on the bed to lean down on all fours, looking back at Alex over his shoulder. “This okay? It’s the easiest for me.”
Alex thought he’d never seen anything quite as ‘okay’ in his life. Liam’s perfect body was stretched out in front of him, his sparkling green eyes watching every move Alex made with an expression of intense concentration. Alex thought maybe this was the kind of okay that happily ever after was made of.
“I think I can handle it,” he said with a crooked smile. He ran a hand up Liam’s thigh, pressing a single finger to his ass and feeling the give, the slickness of the lube. He took up the tube and slicked his cock before pulling himself up to kneel on the bed. “Tell me if I hurt you?”
Nodding, Liam leaned back into Alex’s finger. He didn’t seem worried about getting hurt, so Alex decided to trust his instinct. Still, he was going to go slow.
He knelt right behind Liam, running his hands over the beautiful bare back and ass before him as he pushed forward, practically millimeter by millimeter. It was incredible and excruciating at the same time, being surrounded by so much heat and pressure. He found himself panting out loud by the time he had slid all the way in. Leaning forward enough to put a hand on the bed, he planted a kiss between Liam’s shoulder blades.
“Liam?” he managed to gasp out, barely finding the breath for the single word.
Liam nodded and turned his head enough to look back at him. “Move.”
When Alex obliged him by giving a tentative thrust, just a few inches out and back in, he moaned. Confidence increased, Alex tried again, and got another moan as reward. Pulling out again, he tried to find a rhythm. He figured he ought to be good at that, musician and all. It took him a minute to get it right, but it seemed to be working for Liam, who was pushing back against his hips with each thrust.
Liam tried to move one of his arms off the bed, but had a hard time balancing with just one to hold him up. “Alex,” he said, his voice hoarse. It only took Alex a second to figure out what he needed. Thank god for porn. He reached his right hand in front of Liam and wrapped it around his cock.
Again, he had to struggle to get a rhythm. When he did, though, it was incredible. He pushed forward into Liam, and the movement forced Liam’s cock through his fingers. He only had masturbation to compare it to, and that just didn’t work. It was so much faster, more out of control. So much more sensation.
“Liam,” he said, his voice strained. “Not gonna—”
Liam contracted around him, and he lost control. One more thrust, two, and white light exploded behind his closed eyelids. He heard his own moan, choked and thoroughly shaken, but it felt far away. He was a ball of nerves and impulses and feeling, and there was nothing but him and Liam’s body under him.
He realized he had stopped moving. His hips were flush against Liam’s ass. Liam had collapsed onto the comforter, hands splayed under his head, chest heaving.
“Liam?” he asked, still almost breathless.
Liam nodded, but didn’t speak.
Slowly, carefully, Alex pulled out. Liam winced and took a hard breath, but didn’t pull away.
“Are you okay?” Alex whispered, almost afraid of the answer.
Liam chuckled. “Okay?” He pushed over onto his side and fell hard. When he looked up at Alex, his eyes were hooded and a satisfied smile was on his face. “Yeah, I’m okay. Always forget that bottoming is kind of awesome. Gonna need to wash the blanket, though.” He picked at the comforter, which—oh.
Alex grinned as he realized what he’d done to Liam. “Oh,” he said. He slid off the bed, barely managing to stand on wobbly legs.
“Yeah,” Liam said. “Oh.”
Realizing suddenly that he was standing in the middle of Liam’s bedroom wearing nothing but a condom, Alex blushed and turned to go into the bathroom. Liam chuckled behind him.
He tied off the condom and threw it in the trash there, then cleaned himself up. He was about to go back into the bedroom when the thought struck him that Liam had something of a mess to clean up, too. He wet a rag and brought it back out with him.
Liam had taken the comforter off, stuffed it into the hamper, and was bringing in a blanket from the linen closet. When he saw the rag in Alex’s hands, he smiled and motioned him over. “Gonna clean me up?”
“That was the idea,” Alex said, brandishing the rag. “Should I make a joke about you being dirty?”
Liam dropped the blanket on the bed and put a fist on his hip, cocking his head to one side. “You haven’t seen anything like dirty yet.”
With that, Liam grabbed him around the waist, falling back onto the bed and pulling Alex with him, into another passionate kiss.
Alex woke to the novel sensation of being the little spoon. It wasn’t something he’d spent a lot of time worrying about, and his masculinity wasn’t so fragile that he shunned the idea of being held. He’d never been any kind of spoon before. It was really nice.
He smiled to himself and pressed closer to Liam.
“You keep doing that and it’s going to be a more interesting morning than you’re expecting,” Liam murmured from behind him.
“Who says I’m not looking for an interesting morning?” he asked.
Chuckling, Liam slid his right hand back and forth across Alex’s chest and then slowly down his abdomen. He leaned forward and ran his teeth across the shell of Alex’s ear. “How interesting are we talking?”
Alex leaned his head into the pillow to further bare his neck. He was pretty sure that for the first time ever, he was about to willingly miss practice with the band.
A phone went off. It wasn’t his, thank goodness, but it didn’t sound like Liam’s either. It also elicited a different reaction. Liam sat straight up in bed and pushed the covers out of the way, heading out of the room like the fire alarm was going off.
Confused, Alex looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Six a.m. That was when he realized that there had been two phones sitting on the nightstand. Liam had left one behind.
He could clearly hear Liam’s voice in the other room, though. Something was going on. Ignoring his nakedness, he got up and wandered out into the other room.
The conversation they’d had about things Liam couldn’t tell him popped into his head. Liam had seemed so earnest about it, so convinced that it would be something important to Alex, and Alex had ignored it with such determination.
He shouldn’t have done that, of course. He’d just been so happy to meet someone, a nice guy who had immediately attracted him, and been attracted to him. He still had a hard time imagining that sweet, kind Liam would be lying about anything Alex would find unacceptable.
“—knows about it?” Liam was saying into the phone as Alex walked in. He glanced up at Alex but didn’t seem too concerned to see him there, just frustrated with the conversation. “I know that, but he gave me explicit orders on what I’m supposed to be doing. You’ve talked to him about this?”
There was a long pause, and Liam’s face grew more thunderous. Alex was worried that he was going to hunt down the person on the other end of the line and hurt them.
Instead, he seemed to get a handle on his anger. His face cleared, and he nodded. “I understand. I’ll be there.” He hung up the phone as he said the last word, ignoring social niceties, and looked up at Alex. “Sorry. Work.”
“You have to go?” Alex asked. He already knew the answer, but asking seemed like the right thing to do.
“Yeah,” Liam agreed. He crossed the living room and
wrapped his arms around Alex, tossing the phone on the couch behind him first. It looked like a cheap flip phone you could buy at the grocery store. “Sorry to ruin the morning.”
It wasn’t hard to smile at that, despite the worry swirling through his body. “It’s not your fault. We’ll get back to this, right?”
“Right.”
They showered together, though it was more to save time than to enjoy each other. Still, Alex found his eyes straying to the way streams of water flowed over Liam’s skin, and following them down as they went. He glanced up and found Liam looking at him.
“You can’t be doing that if I’m gonna get to work and you’re gonna get to practice. You do have practice this morning, don’t you?” He grabbed the bottle of shampoo as he spoke, squeezing some into his hand. Instead of reaching for his own head, he reached for Alex.
Alex nodded. The feeling of Liam’s hands running over his scalp, his short nails scratching just the tiniest bit as he went, was amazing. “I think I’m going to keep you,” he said thoughtlessly.
Liam laughed. “Keep moaning like that and you’re going to have to.”
So they ended up making out in the shower. Quick blowjobs might have been involved, because they couldn’t help themselves.
The taste of shampoo lingering on the back of his tongue was totally worth it.
Alex showed up for practice. He was half an hour late, sure, but he was there.
Everyone gave him a knowing look, but they didn’t say anything. He’d been getting that look a lot lately, but for the first time, he felt like he’d earned it.
He grinned at them. “Morning, everyone!”
Elsi raised an eyebrow in a creepy approximation of Jake. “It’s weird that you’re so happy this early in the morning.”
Shrugging, Alex went to get Cheesecake and warm up. He still felt like a kid pretending to be a musician sometimes, but it was getting better. The fact that they had a set at Wilde’s coming up probably helped with that. They had played clubs before, and a few local places that had multiple bands in a night, but nothing like Wilde’s.