Shit, yeah.
It was just that, more often than not, he preferred to be the one done to. It felt incredible and Sandy couldn’t figure out what was so hard to understand about that.
People didn’t understand, though.
Sai, for sure, hadn’t.
Although Sandy’d tried his best to explain, words had never been his gift. He could look at most any machine put in front of him and tell in broad terms what it did, regardless of whether or not he’d ever seen it before. He could fix damn near anything with only the materials he had on hand. Could manufacture a tool or device to suit just about any purpose needed. But saying what was in his heart? Forget it.
The automated voice of the tram system called out the name of the stop nearest the entertainment district where Nelly’s resided and Sandy got off. He didn’t have much of a plan for finding Alex; he just figured he’d check in at Nelly’s and make sure he hadn’t missed the man there before heading out to search.
After confirming with Big Jay, the doorman, that Alex wasn’t anywhere in Nelly’s, Sandy began by following the same path he’d taken with Alex that first night. The rush of feeling that washed over him whenever he thought of taking Alex in his arms for the first time hit him again: how impossibly good it had felt to have Alex’s body pressed close to his, to run his hands down the slim curves of Alex’s backside and know he wasn’t just imagining the whole thing -- that it was really Alex he was holding.
It occurred to Sandy that if he’d been a little less of a Boy Scout and given in to the urge to scan Alex’s identi-chip into the Vigilant’s computer system when he’d had the chance, he’d be closing in on Alex’s exact coordinates instead of wandering aimlessly through the night.
It would have been easy enough.
Just call up the data from when Alex had first come on board and link it to Alex’s personal information. Kai wouldn’t have thought twice about doing it, Sandy knew -- but then, Kai’s background was intel.
Come to think of it, it probably wouldn’t have taken Cal over fifteen minutes to hack into Doradus’ computer system and download the information there. That would have meant asking Cal, though, and for a variety of reasons Sandy wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.
So Sandy kept going, widening his search area to another adjacent block, and then another. The glow of lights coming from the direction of the Pike was just becoming visible when Sandy spotted a familiar figure dressed in black. Sandy mentally committed himself to giving Alex a few lessons in street smarts when he saw how Alex walked -- his head down, thoughts obviously on something other than situational awareness.
“Feel like some company?”
Despite Sandy’s deliberate attempt to pitch his voice low and unthreatening, Alex still jerked his head up, startled. “Hey. Sandy. What are you doing out here?”
That sounded a lot like pleasure in Alex’s voice. Affection even, maybe, and Sandy chuckled a little that Alex could even ask the question. “Looking for you.”
“Yeah? How come?” Alex smiled and Sandy was struck again at how radically it changed his face.
“’Cause maybe I wanted to see you. Ever think of that?” The distance between them narrowed until they stood only centimeters apart.
“Really?”
Alex’s disbelief was a physical pain for Sandy. It took hold of his heart and squeezed, that anyone so good and perfect and unique could be so doubtful of something that simple.
“Yeah, really.” Sandy reached out to touch -- he needed to touch -- to run a hand up Alex’s arm. “Kiss me?”
“You don’t have to. No one’s watching.”
“How about if I want to?” Sandy stepped closer still, until he could feel the heat of Alex’s body.
Lifting his gaze to meet Sandy’s, Alex’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Sure.”
Raising one hand to tangle it in the softness of Alex’s hair, Sandy slipped the other along Alex’s waist, hooking his fingers in a belt loop as he lowered his head. As Sandy got close, Alex’s eyes closed, hiding their clear blue color and something else along with them. Sandy wanted desperately to think it was welcome he’d seen flash there, but he couldn’t be sure. So he closed his own eyes and lost himself in the feel of Alex’s lips on his, in the silky slide of Alex’s mouth opening to him.
Alex’s hands came up and settled at Sandy’s waist as their bodies pressed together, Sandy growing hungrier for the taste of Alex as the reality of touch, taste, and smell worked on him. His dick had gone hard at the first touch of Alex’s hands on his body and all he wanted now was more.
More skin, bared to his touch.
More of that exotic, unique taste in his mouth.
And especially more of the hands, tentatively beginning to explore his body.
“Alex, can we go—”
“Is my place all right? Unless it’s too small?” Face upturned, a little breathless, a little uncertain, Alex was irresistible. Not that Sandy wanted to try, but he knew he had to somehow.
“That’s fine. Just to talk. I know you’re not ready for anything to happen yet, but I want…” How to be honest without scaring Alex to death? “I want you to know you’re safe with me. No pressure, okay? I don’t want you to be afraid.”
Alex reached up to touch Sandy’s face. “I know. Come on -- let’s go.”
That small, half-smile had Sandy worried.
***
Just a little more of the sparkling water he’d grabbed from the bar to wash the aftertaste from his mouth and Alex felt better already. The little bloom of heat in his chest was spreading, chasing the butterflies he’d had earlier. Sneaking up the back stairs, Alex had tugged Sandy along, hurrying to get them to his room.
Inside now, Alex closed the door behind them and lit only the small reading light in the corner. Sandy looked wonderful and Alex had to tell him. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks. Uh… can we… I think we need to talk. About the other night, I—”
Alex shushed Sandy with two fingers over the beautiful mouth. “That’s okay. Really. Don’t worry about it.” He slipped his hands underneath Sandy’s shirt, the smooth heat of Sandy’s skin like silk under his fingertips. “So nice. You feel good.”
“Alex, what are you--? Are you sure?”
“So sweet. You are so sweet, yes, I’m sure. The other night was bad. It was my fault. But it’ll be okay now, I promise.” He had to reach to fit his arms around Sandy’s waist and place kisses along Sandy’s neck, but it felt so good to press himself against all of that strength and goodness. So solid. So strong and sure -- like nothing Sandy could ever do was wrong.
“I don’t know. Oh, baby, that feels so… Alex, I—”
“Ssh. Just let it feel good.” Just like old times, Alex’s dick was hard; he pushed closer, flexing his hips, and smiled at the answering rise of Sandy’s hips. Dragging his cock teasingly back and forth across Sandy’s, Alex kissed and nipped his way down Sandy’s jaw until he reached that chiseled, beautiful mouth. “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me.”
A pair of brawny arms came around Alex, nearly squeezing the breath from his lungs. “Alex. Baby, I thought you’d never-- God, I want you.” Sandy’s mouth sealed over Alex’s, Sandy’s tongue slipping eagerly inside.
Flashes of heat, like fire licking along Alex’s skin, bloomed in little bursts everywhere inside him. For the first time in a long time, he knew he was beautiful and this magnificent warrior enfolding him in a crushing embrace was only the proof. Alex was beautiful and Sandy was perfect and the two of them belonged together -- together in bed.
“Come to bed, Sandy. I need you. Please?”
Sandy opened heavy-lidded eyes to gaze down at him, lowered those big hands to cup and then squeeze his ass, before dropping kisses on his face. “Honey, are you sure? Is this really what -- do you really want this?”
Slipping out of Sandy’s arms, Alex dropped to his knees, trailing his hands down Sandy’s chest on the way to press his mouth against Sandy’s
fly. Breathing hot air from his lungs onto the cock straining hard against the cloth constraints, Alex dragged his teeth across the hard bulge that lay beneath.
Sandy groaned and arched against his mouth. Pulling back a little, Alex ran his hands along the backs of Sandy’s powerful legs, up to that round, perfect ass. “Of course I want you. How could I not? You’re so beautiful. So everything I want. Come to bed.” Rising, Alex suited actions to words, tugging Sandy toward the bed. It was too small, of course, but it would have to do.
Eyes glowing, Sandy let Alex lead him.
“Oh, baby. Are you sure?” Following Alex down onto the bed, Sandy laced their fingers together. “Alex.”
Spreading his legs as he drew them up, Alex took Sandy’s weight, sinking down deep into the mattress. “Sandy. So prettyprettypretty. Kiss me.” Arching his neck as Sandy began to feast on it, Alex squirmed, savoring the feeling of all that sheer size pressing him down, savoring the heat and scent of Sandy and the incredible feel of Sandy’s dick stroking his as Sandy began rocking against him.
“So beautiful. I want you. I want—” A deep, luxurious kiss cut off Sandy’s murmuring and the slide of Sandy’s tongue into Alex’s mouth sent shivers racing up his spine.
Letting his hands roam over the broad expanse of Sandy’s back, Alex -- impatient for the feel of skin on skin -- pulled at Sandy’s shirt. “Off. Please. Want to feel you.”
Sandy sat up to comply and Alex immediately missed the feel of him. But the sight was almost worth it as Sandy tugged his shirt up over his head and that amazing, tattooed torso was revealed. Alex reached out unthinkingly, not even considering resisting the need to touch. “Tell me again.”
“What?”
“What’s this called?”
“A pe’a. It’s not a real one, though.”
Running his fingers over the rows of dark green symbols, unable to take his gaze off them, Alex didn’t understand. “What do you mean? It looks perfectly real to me.”
“A real pe’a runs side-to-side, from here,” Sandy gestured to a point at mid-waist, “to here.” He indicated an area above his knee. “Not vertical, like mine.”
“I don’t care -- it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Alex had never meant anything more sincerely in his life. Sandy was gorgeous. So beautiful and so much of him it was hard to take in all at once.
“Oh, Alex, no. It’s you. You’re the one.”
Alex smiled up into Sandy’s eyes and stretched sinuously against the coverlet. “Help me take my shirt off. My pants, shoes, everything. I want to be naked with you.”
Sandy went to work on Alex’s shirt, his big fingers moving quickly over the buttons to tug it off. For such a large man he moved gracefully, hands slipping easily beneath Alex’s waistband to undo the belt and pants to remove those, too, dropping kisses on Alex’s stomach along the way.
When Alex was finally naked, a long sigh eased out of Sandy. Nearly silent, it matched perfectly the soft, awed look in Sandy’s eyes as his gaze traveled over Alex’s body. Sandy’s lips parted, his jaw moved subtly, but no sounds came out. He sat, frozen, kneeling atop Alex’s outstretched legs.
“Sandy. Please?” Alex lifted his arms, opening them to Sandy.
“Baby. Alex, I… God.” Gathering Alex in his arms, Sandy rolled, cushioning the impact with his body as they fell against the wall Alex’s bed crowded next to.
Suddenly on top of Sandy looking down, Alex freed his arms and pushed himself up. “What do you want, Sandy? Tell me. Please. Tell me what you want. You feel so good. I’ll do anything, anything you want. Just tell me.”
“Alex… anything. This is already more than I planned on. Just lie with me. Hold me. Let me hold you.”
Sandy tried to pull Alex close, but Alex had a better idea. Bracing his arms beside Sandy’s head -- outside of Sandy’s broad shoulders was out of the question -- Alex nipped at Sandy’s lips. He licked at Sandy’s mouth before twisting his neck a bit to take one of Sandy’s tiny dark nipples between his teeth. Biting down briefly, Alex flicked his tongue over it, sucked it hard into his mouth as Sandy’s groans filled his ears.
“I think I know what you want, Sandy. I want to give it to you. Please, can I give it to you? I want to fuck you. Will you let me? Sandy, will you let me?” The idea of being inside Sandy was irresistible -- inevitable. Why had he even hesitated before?
Why didn’t matter any more. They were here now and Alex wanted to give it to Sandy almost as much as he sensed Sandy wanted it. He kissed Sandy again, his tongue sliding smoothly between Sandy’s teeth.
Sandy moaned and arched beneath him, gripping his hips in large hands and grinding up against him. “Baby, you know I do. I want you. God, I want you. If you—”
“I do.” As hard as Sandy now, Alex’s erection pressed against Sandy. Only Sandy was still wearing his pants and his belt buckle was digging painfully into Alex’s cock.
A little pain was nothing, though. His real problem was what to do for lube. Alex hadn’t needed it since he’d been on Doradus. Maybe…? No. Sandy didn’t seem the type to carry it on him.
Wait.
The hygiene station.
Perfect.
“Sandy, wait a minute.” Alex hopped off the bed, taking a lingering look at Sandy as he did. So big, so gorgeous, so naked. And Alex was about to make him so, so happy.
The massage oil he’d borrowed from Teddy and never returned ought to work. Alex rummaged beneath the sink until he found it and dashed back. Sandy was not only still there, he’d removed his pants.
Perfect.
Slicking himself up, Alex climbed back onto the bed. Kneeling between Sandy’s sprawled legs, Alex spread some of the oil on Sandy. “How do you want it?”
Sandy looked ready. His chest rose and fell, his nostrils flaring as he gazed back at Alex with eyes half-closed. “Anything you want to do will be good for me.”
“I hope you mean that, because I’m not the most experienced at this side of things. You’ll say something if I do it wrong?”
“You couldn’t do it wrong for me.”
Oh. Sandy’s smile was so sweet. So sweet. If Sandy wanted it -- and if, for some inexplicable reason he wanted it from Alex -- Alex was going to do whatever it took to satisfy him.
Chapter 11
As Alex pressed up against his body, Sandy tried to unwind, but relaxing was a joke. It was Alex, and the reality of it was... it all meant too much to Sandy. Alex pressed harder and Sandy’s body gave way, allowing Alex entrance; the feeling was nothing less than magical.
In a long, smooth glide, Alex eased in, not especially thick but wonderfully long, and Sandy groaned at the sensation. Being fucked was usually good, sometimes great, and, very occasionally, fantastic. The fact that it was Alex, and not some random guy he’d picked up on leave, already pushed it into the category of fantastic. Then Alex began to move and Sandy’s higher thought processes shut down.
The sweet slide of Alex’s dick out, then in again, sent waves of sensation shimmering through Sandy’s body. Alex’s chest rested against his legs, which were folded back and spread as wide as he could get them. One of Alex’s hands gripped his knee, while the other stroked restlessly up and down his thigh; all the while incoherent groans of pleasure poured out of his mouth.
Just enough of the civilized man remained of Sandy that remembered to think of Alex. “Are you okay? Is it good?”
Alex began moving faster, pumping steadily in and out of Sandy’s ass. “Oh, God. Baby, yeah. So good.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Something nagged at the back of Sandy’s brain. Something wasn’t right… Alex… something. It was all too much for Sandy to think about right now, though. Finally, he was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he wanted, with the only person he wanted to be with.
“Alex, I—” Sandy wanted to ask, wanted Alex to… but Alex was already… Sandy should just…
“What? Is it all wrong? What do you need?” Slowing down now, Alex
was gripping his legs like they were lifelines.
“Nothing. Just…” Sandy tried to get Alex to meet his eyes, but Alex’s gaze flitted restlessly, never settling long in one place. Unable to force the words out, Sandy reached for Alex’s hand, bringing it down to touch his dick. Holding Alex’s hand inside his own, Sandy folded the long fingers around his cock and nearly lost his mind at the intensity of the pleasure. “Like that. Could you just--?”
“Sure. Of course.”
Trying to time his stroking of Sandy’s dick to counterpoint his thrusts in and out of Sandy’s ass, Alex bit his lip in concentration. The last thing Sandy saw before his eyes slid shut was Alex’s slightly irregular bottom teeth sinking into the lush fullness of his upper lip.
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