They should. They really, really should, but Alex was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, and Riley was totally on board with that. “Yeah,” he managed, all breathless and needy. He pushed his hips forward; the hard bulge in his jeans rubbed against Alex’s hip, and even with the zip pressing into him, it felt so good. “I’ve wanted to do that for age—hmmpf!”
Clearly, talking was no longer an option.
Alex cupped his jaw, just as Riley had done to him earlier, but that was where the similarities ended. Riley’s head spun as Alex then slid his fingers into his hair, tilted his head and captured his lips in a deep, dirty, open-mouthed kiss that had Riley clutching at his shoulders and moaning.
Alex tasted of whisky and beer, a combination Riley had never fancied before but now couldn’t get enough of. With a gentle push, he tried to steer Alex back towards the sofa. As nice as this was, the cold had started to get to Riley, and he’d rather be doing this on comfy cushions than up against a freezing pane of glass. Unfortunately he misjudged slightly, and the gentle push he’d been going for ended up being more of a shove.
“Shit.” Alex stumbled backwards taking Riley with him, their drunk-heavy limbs not reacting fast enough. Instead of the smooth transition between window and sofa, they ended up tumbling over each other and landing in a heap on the rug in front of it—Riley flat on his back with Alex on top of him.
Not how Riley had planned it, but a favourable result nonetheless.
Alex grinned down at him, his eyes a little glazed. “I might be drunker than I thought.” He hiccupped, and Riley laughed at him.
“You don’t say.”
“Fucking whisky.” With that, Alex closed his eyes, sighed, and dropped his head forward, smashing his face into Riley's neck. His whole body sort of slumped, pinning Riley to the floor.
“Fuck.” Despite wanting to be in this exact position for the last year or more, after a minute or so of being squashed, Riley reluctantly had to move. For someone who had very little body fat, Alex weighed a ton. “Hey.” He tried pinching Alex’s side, but he barely flinched. “Come on, get up. You’re heavier than you look.”
“’S all muscle, baby.” Alex mumbled the words, his head still buried, and his warm breath tickled Riley’s skin. “’M comfy.” He gave a half-hearted little wriggle and sighed again. “You’re like my bed.”
“Fucking charming.” Riley was well aware of their differences. He was a big guy, broad, and carrying maybe a bit more weight than he’d sometimes like. He played footy every week, but did nowhere near the amount of exercise that Alex did, so he wasn’t blessed with a nicely defined six-pack. Not that it usually bothered him: either guys liked him how he was or they could fuck off.
But this wasAlex.
Alex grumbled something Riley didn’t quite catch, and then he managed to push himself up enough to look down at Riley and frown. “Stop thinking.” He tapped the side of Riley’s head, then narrowed his eyes as though he was trying extra hard to concentrate.
Riley would have laughed if he wasn’t dreading where this was going. He’d mentioned his slight insecurities to Alexone time. One fucking time. But Riley had been pissed and Alex sober, so Alex remembered all of it. No matter how much he tried to explain that he really didn’t give a shit, Alex never believed him. Now he thumbed at Riley’s bottom lip, his gaze suddenly focused. “I meant you’re like my bed—” Alex’s breath caught as Riley sucked the tip of his thumb into his mouth. “—and I wanna be in you.”
Oh.Ohhh….
Alex pulled his thumb out and leaned down to kiss him, a little off-centre at first, but Riley didn’t care. Those were Alex’s lips on his, Alex’s body pressing him into the floor, and Alex’s cock nestled against him. Riley suddenly forgot all about the weight crushing him and spread his legs wide, cupping Alex’s arse with both hands and urging him to thrust.
With a groan, Alex rolled his hips and kissed his way down the side of Riley’s jaw until he had his face back in the crook of Riley’s neck. “Smell so good.”
“Mm-hmm.” Riley grinned. “Used your shower gel this morning.”
That made Alex grind a bit harder, and Riley wanted to arch into it, but the floor dug into his shoulder blades. Fuck it, Alex was right, they had two perfectly good beds upstairs. They should be in one of them. And then Alex could be in Riley. “Come on, up.” He shoved at Alex’s shoulder. “If we’re gonna get naked, we should at least be behind a closed door. I don’t want to get disturbed by the others needing a piss in the night.”
Alex grumbled but slowly rolled to the side and onto his back. He glanced at Riley out of the corner of his eye.
Riley pushed himself up and then stood, only swaying a little before righting himself. Not too bad, considering they’d been drinking all afternoon. “Hey.” He poked Alex in the thigh when he didn’t move. “Up.”
“Ugh, too tired.”
Well, that didn’t sound promising.
Alex waved a hand in the air, silently begging for Riley to help him. It took two attempts to get him upright, and even then he fell against Riley’s chest with his eyes shut. With a resigned but fond sigh, Riley wrapped his arms round Alex’s back and placed a kiss on his temple.
Yeah, nothing was happening tonight. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably for the best; he wanted Alex to remember the first time they had sex, not have to be told about it the next day. And Riley wasn’t exactly at his best either… that last beer had maybe been one too many. Besides, this was good too.
Alex barely opened his eyes as Riley steered them towards the bottom of the stairs. They seemed to take twice as long as normal to get up them, giggling and cursing as they stumbled into the wall a couple of times. Riley was surprised they hadn’t woken up any of the others. Finally they got to Alex’s door, and Riley ushered him inside.
Alex plonked down on the bed and immediately fell onto his back. Riley undid Alex’s jeans and wrestled them off with hardly any help from him. The room spun a little when he bent over to pull Alex’s socks off, so he quickly thought better of it and left them where they were.
Getting Alex under the quilt proved more difficult: he was a dead weight in the middle of the bed. They’d had the heating on all day, but there was still a chill in the air. Goosebumps appeared on Riley’s arms as the cooler air began to register, but Alex seemed oblivious—still lying flat-out on the bed with his T-shirt rucked up and his boxers covering very little. Sitting back on his knees next to him, Riley took a moment to appreciate the view. He imagined running his tongue along the flat plane of Alex’s belly and his hands over the dark hairs on Alex’s muscular thighs.
Then he poked him in the side. “A little help, Al?”
