by Trina Solet
Chapter 16
Idly wandering through the house Sunday morning, Cory wouldn't have minded going to work. He couldn't stop thinking about Alec. It would have been easier not to be around him all day.
Last night, Cory had been happy and fulfilled, sharing his passion, only to see it all drain away. Telling himself that that was what they agreed to didn't help.
A while ago, Cory had stopped expecting permanent connections. He shouldn't expect anything different from a guy who made it clear that wasn't what he was into. That didn't change how Cory felt. He wanted Alec more all the time. Everything they did together only heightened his desire for him. Being fingered by Alec had made him realize how much he wanted Alec to fuck him.
To distract himself from lurid thoughts of Alec, he let a painting in the hallway draw his eye. It wasn't one of Alec's. The signature read B.B. Benchley. He wondered if it was Alec's father's. When Alec walked by, freshly out of bed, attractively rumpled, Cory asked him about it.
"Benjamin Bertram Benchley," Alec said. "My dad."
Cory raised an eyebrow at the name.
"I know. I should have asked my grandparents if they were playing a joke on him. Too late now."
"I guess they didn't have your knack for giving names," Cory said. He went back to looking at the painting and some of the others that were mixed in with the family pictures hanging on the hallway wall. It was mostly local scenery though some of the paintings looked like they were done on beach vacations.
Teddy came over, and Cory picked him up so he could have a closer look at a painting of a meadow with two small boys running in tall grass.
"It looks real," Teddy whispered reverently. Then he leaned really close to it and studied it like he was memorizing every brushstroke.
"He was pretty good, I guess," Alec said.
Cory could see that Alec couldn't look at the paintings objectively. They were the work of his father's hands, a view of the world through his father's eyes. The deep bond they shared was reflected in Alec's blue eyes as he gazed at a painting of the ocean, a sliver of beach and some vacationers playing in the surf.
Teddy jumped down and went into the living room to get a closer look at the paintings in there. Seeing how hungry Teddy was to learn from every painting he saw, Cory resolved to do something about it. When Teddy went his own way, Cory followed Alec into the kitchen.
"How come you don't teach Teddy to paint?" Cory asked as Alec poured himself some coffee.
"He doesn't need me for that," Alec claimed. "He's doing his own thing in his own way."
Though Cory appreciated the idea of letting Teddy choose his own path, he still urged Alec, "Come on. Let him paint with you. Teach him some stuff. Once you're gone, he'll lose his chance. How long will he have to wait for another opportunity to learn this stuff?"
"I'm not gone yet," Alec pointed out.
"You said yourself you are on your way out," Cory told him. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
"Don't rent my room yet," Alec said as if Cory was chasing him out of town and not fervently hoping he would stay. Alec sighed, "Fine. I'll add art to my lesson plan."
Cory was thrilled that his guilt trip worked, but then he wondered if Alec didn't want to teach Teddy because it would remind him of his father and dredge up painful memories. He had seen a picture of little Alec and his dad in front of an easel, each with a paintbrush in his hand.
Alec didn't seem reluctant any more though. He called Teddy into the den and asked him if he wanted to learn to paint. In reply, he got an eager yes.
"So what do you want to learn?" Alec asked him.
"Everything. I want to paint everything," Teddy said.
"What an ambitious little guy," Alec said with a smile, but Teddy looked perfectly serious.
Cory stayed to watch. Teddy was even more eager for an art lesson than he was when Alec taught him to read. It was all a part of how Teddy looked up to Alec. Cory remembered that when he was a child, he sometimes met people who immediately gave him a feeling of trust. If he wasn't under the influence of how attractive and arrogant Alec was, maybe Cory could see him more clearly. But Alec made him feel prickly and defensive, hot all over and resentful of feeling that way. If Alec only brushed past him, barely touching him, it got him going harder than full body contact with any other man. Sometimes he thought he would risk anything for his touch. Cory had to work damn hard to seduce Alec. But no matter what he did, Alec would never feel the same way he did. Cory wasn't surprised. He knew that Alec had his fill of better looking guys than him, and Cory had nothing to offer other than he was the only option.
Cory refused to be wrapped up in his shortcomings. He shook himself out of it and watched as Alec had Teddy practice putting paint on a blank canvas. Teddy looked nervous, but Alec told him there was no wrong way to do it. Cory had to smile as Teddy placed a tiny spot of blue then looked at Alec for approval.
"Now you're doing it," Alec told him. His father had given him a gift, put a brush in his hand, and now he was doing the same thing for Teddy.
Looking at them, Cory had trouble believing that it was all temporary.
For the next few days Alec taught Teddy a few little things, but he seemed more interested in what Teddy would come up with on his own. It was like Teddy was a little explorer making discoveries on canvas. Cory accused Alec of just being lazy.
"We are seeing through his eyes. I don't want to mess with his vision," Alec said. "I want him to paint his world not mine."
Cory didn't point out to him that Teddy was already under his influence. He was painting Alec's world but also making it his own.
A few days later, Cory was home from work and went in search of Teddy and Alec. They were on the back porch. Looking at Teddy, Cory thought an art lesson was in progress until he heard snoring. While Teddy was busy painting, Alec was asleep in one of the wicker chairs. Cory kicked the leg of the chair to wake him.
"I wasn't sleeping. I was meditating," Alec claimed as he straightened up.
"And snoring," Cory told him.
"That was a mantra."
"What do you say, Teddy? Sleeping or meditating?" Cory asked him.
"Sleeping," Teddy said.
"Do you even know what meditating is?" Alec asked him.
"Is it sleeping?" Teddy asked.
Cory laughed then sent Teddy in to wash his hands so they could make dinner.
"You need to take this more seriously like Teddy does," Cory told Alec.
"I'm just the substitute teacher. I pop in a video and let the kids sleep for an hour if they want. Look how serious our Teddy is. When he starts acting more like a kid..."
"Your personality will suddenly change?" Cory said, not believing what he was going to say before he even said it.
"Stop complaining. Just enjoy me while you got me. I am the only game in town."
"That one fact is overwhelmingly in your favor. Does that mean you want me to pay you in sexual favors?" Cory asked.
Alec's eyes traveled over Cory's body like he was dying to see under his clothes. Just having Alec's eyes on him made Cory breathe hard.
"Maybe you could teach me some things," Cory said. He was now the one roaming Alec's body with his eyes, from his crotch up over his chest to Alec's blue eyes.
"I came here to get away from temptation, remember?" Alec said.
"I'm not a horde of man-sluts. I'm just a release valve. It will be just like scratching an itch."
"Not if I do it right," Alec said with a leer.
"Do me right then. Show me all that arrogance is well earned," Cory challenged him. He was sure that Alec knew what he wanted this time. From the look in Alec's eyes, Cory was sure he was going to get it.
That night Cory invited Alec to his room. Waiting for Alec, Cory was overwhelmed with too many feelings to be able to name them. When Alec showed up at his door, those feelings all crystallized into one – I want this man.
Alec smiled at him wolfishly, but Cory could swear he was a litt
le nervous. That was probably only in Cory's imagination. Cory went up to him then veered off to lock the door. With a laugh, Alec caught him. He held him loosely from behind making Cory crave him. He pushed back into him for more contact. With his back pressed to Alec's chest, Cory felt Alec nuzzle him and lick his earlobe. Alec kissed the back of his neck and said his name. His voice reverberated down Cory's spine. Cory couldn't take it. He turned and faced him, ready to tell him to hurry up. Before he could speak, Alec's long fingers brushed over his parted lips. Cory kissed them, sucked on them. Holding him close, Alec kissed his way from his temple over to his mouth. Cory squirmed at the unexpected tenderness of it.
Cory stared into his eyes then stripped him quickly. Alec returned the favor, but he took his time. That allowed Cory the chance to admire him. Looking at Alec, Cory couldn't believe how lucky he was. As he circled him naked, Cory looked up his long toned legs to his muscular ass. Cory couldn't get enough of Alec's body as he lavished every inch with his undivided attention. He used his hands, his lips, his tongue and his teeth when he couldn't help himself and wanted to devour Alec. Just as he was ready to give his cock some attention, Alec pulled him close and started kissing him hard. He leaned into him until Cory was on his back on the bed.
Impatient for what was coming, he reached for Alec's cock. As he stroked it, Cory let out a moan. What did he get himself into when he proposed this exchange of services to Alec? This wasn't casual or easy. It was skydiving. It was swimming with sharks. It was petting a wild bear. Cory felt he was out of his depth, and he would get swallowed up by the sheer force of Alec's experience, the force of his will. Cory was sure that his size wasn't all he had going for him. He had no doubt that Alec was a man who knew how to use what he had. Before he could prove it, Alec took the time to prep him. He lowered his lips to Cory's nipple as his lubed fingertip probed his hole gently. Once again Alec's fingers were inside him making him writhe. It felt like Alec would never stop so Cory grabbed his hand.
"Now," he said, his voice hoarse.
Cory shifted down and raised his hips and rested his feet on Alec's broad shoulders. Alec's strong hands gripped the backs of his thighs. As he shuddered in anticipation, Cory felt Alec spread his legs. He thumbed Cory's hole playfully and made him squirm.
"Remember to keep quiet. We don't want to scare Teddy and my mom with your yelling and screaming," Alec warned him.
"Don't flatter yourself," Cory hissed indignantly.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Alec said.
Alec wasn't wrong. That first touch of Alec's cock to his hole made him want to curse loud enough to wake the whole house. His own breathing was deafening in his ears as he felt the incredible pressure at his hole. He reminded himself that he wasn't a fucking virgin, but he felt like the first time a cock opened him up. Alec was pushing hard and holding back at the same time. He smiled at Cory then grunted. Cory wanted all of him even as he shook from the effort of taking it. The iron hardness of Alec's cock was almost too much for him, but God did it feel good. Alec was sweating above him, looking at him with burning intensity.
Sweating hard while trying to take all of him, Cory was shuddering. He felt like he would shake himself apart. He sobbed then moaned. He couldn't hold on. It was too much. Then there was Alec kissing him gently, and Cory almost screamed his name. He sucked on Alec's tongue and swallowed his name.
As Alec was fucking him and kissing him, Cory let his hands roam to feel the muscles of his ass and the roll of his hips as he pounded him harder and faster all the time. Cory was losing his mind to it. Not daring to touch his own cock, Cory left himself at Alec's mercy. But he was unrelenting, driving in deeper until Cory thought he might actually scream. That's when everything inside him tightened. His whole body hardened into steel and he came. In the throes of mindless bliss, he gripped Alec and made him come. Insane pleasure surged up his spine, brilliant and hot as he felt Alec come then drop on top of him, moaning.
Alec had nailed him down to his core but so heavenly sweet that Cory felt like he could live just on that feeling, and nothing else, forever. The insane rush subsided, and Cory was a sweaty, spent mass of flesh that needed to breathe and maybe get a drink of water once he could move.
"You killed me," he told Alec. "I'm dead."
"You have my condolences," Alec said, out of breath too, no more energetic than Cory.
Alec was just a dead, muscular weight half on top of him. His face was against Cory's neck. He could feel both Alec's chest heaving and his hard breathing on his skin. Cory ran his hand over Alec's side. He could manage that much. He found that Alec's ass was a good place to rest his hand.
"You need to get it on a more regular basis so you don't unleash it all at once," he told Alec. "I'm just one guy. You needed like an orgy."
"You did fine. You're just inexperienced."
"Shut up. Don't make me sound like some virgin."
"Compared to me, you are."
"Stop bragging," Cory said. He could see Alec's eyelids were half closed. He would drop off any second.
As he looked at Alec while he slept, Cory tried to memorize him. It wasn't easy to have him so close and not to reach for him, to feel the heat of his body and not to lean into him and inhale his scent, not to feel the soft and rough places of his skin against his lips. Cory shivered when he thought that one day it wouldn't be a matter of willpower. He would be denied all those pleasures because Alec would be gone. Cory felt the pain of Alec's inevitable leaving. He couldn't help thinking, "What if this was the last time?" He had the urge to wake Alec, to spend every minute they had in his arms, making him come. Good thing Cory was too tired to do anything more than wrap his arms around him.
*
"Come to my room," Cory had said when he was sure Alec was too weak to refuse.
Alec hadn't meant to take it as far as Cory wanted. While Cory's eyes asked a million questions, he took Alec's hands and pulled him tight against him. The heat of Cory's body burned through his clothes then his skin, seared his flesh like a brand. Alec felt he had been stripped down to nothing. All his defenses were gone. Alec's body pressed against Cory's and told him everything he needed to know. The answer to every question was yes.
Where the hell was Alec's resolve? His mind, his body, they both betrayed him. Most of all his cock – it wanted to be buried inside Cory. Alec was on fire for him. He felt heady and elated at the thought that he would have Cory. After fucking so many guys, why did the thought of having this man give him such a high? It was like Cory was some kind of crazy drug that hits you before you even take it.
At first, Alec took it slow to calm himself, but it had the opposite effect on Cory. It maddened him, made him claw at Alec like he would tear into him, rip him open if he couldn't have him. It was as if Cory was always reaching for his beating hart, wanting to hold it and own it. Every second, Alec came closer to giving it to him. With Cory's legs tight around him, locking him in place, Cory's whole body was a steel trap.
Alec watched Cory succumbing to pleasure. He was letting go, abandoning himself to the feeling deep inside until Alec was all he could see. Cory was the only thing that existed for him too. It was intoxicating to watch Cory's eyes deepen and take him in. In that moment, Alec belonged to him fully.
Alec was still under his influence as they fell asleep in each other's arms, but he was more sober in the morning. As he stumbled around looking for his discarded boxers, Alec was already rehearsing what he would say to Cory. He had to keep things from getting out of hand. Last night, he had been too horny to think, too ready to let himself go. From experience, he knew passion could seem like more than it was. He didn't want Cory to make that mistake and be hurt and disappointed.
How many times had Alec performed this ritual of sneaking out of someone's bed? As he tried to walk away from Cory as he slept, Alec heard the floor creak and he froze. Looking behind him, he saw that Cory didn't stir. Alec turned back and looked down at him. He never expected Cory to be such an awesome fu
ck. As he lay there, asleep, Cory was so peaceful and gorgeous. Alec didn't know if he should consider himself lucky or doomed.
Chapter 17
Next morning, Cory made sure to keep it casual so Alec wouldn't panic. He had to have Alec again. Cory felt like he would die if he didn't. It was too good. Why did it have to be so good? Cory had never been fucked like that. Once he decided to take Cory, Alec didn't hesitate. Cory remembered being overwhelmed as his big cock pushed in and how Alec knew to kiss him softly just then. He always knew when Cory needed more than just his cock, and gave him a reminder that it was Alec above him, pounding him into oblivion. Though Alec might be able to fuck just any hot, available body, Cory needed more. Alec knew how to give it to him, physically at least. The rest of what Cory needed, he would have to do without.
Good thing they were taking Teddy to see Dr. Wheeler for a booster shot. Teddy was nervous so Cory gave him all his attention. That made it easier to hide how he felt from Alec.
At the doctor's office, Teddy wrinkled his nose. "My nose doesn't like the yucky smell. "
"Do you want me to hold your hand?" Cory offered.
Teddy shook his head.
"I'm brave," he said.
"Yes, you are," Cory said and hugged him. "But I'm not. Maybe you could hold my hand."
Teddy agreed with a firm nod and took Cory's hand.
"I feel much better," Cory assured him.
"It's OK if you're not brave. I'll be brave for you too," Teddy told him.