Ryan shrugged. “A little of both, I guess. But mostly they’re not my type.” He was silent for a while, fiddling with a pencil on his desk. “My type is more like you.”
“Me?” Alfie squeaked. “I’m not hot.”
“Ithink you are.” Ryan didn’t exactly deliver the compliment to Alfie’s face. He was much too busy looking at that pencil. But the words made Alfie warm anyway. None of the other guys thought he was hot. He was nothing to them except a stand-in for the women they couldn’t bother to cajole into putting out, one step up from a masturbation sleeve or their own fists.
“If you think I’m hot, you should fuck me.”
Ryan glanced up then. Only for a second, but his face was so hopeful it took Alfie’s breath away.
“I won’t tell anyone. Promise. No one knows I’m here. No one needs to know. This is just between us. Guys like us gotta stick together.”
How he had the courage to put himself in the same box as Ryan, he didn’t know. He and Ryan were nothing alike. Ryan was handsome and tall and fit and lean and athletic, and Alfie was just… a vaguely geeky gay guy. But they were both gay, and he meant what he’d said. He would never out Ryan to the team. Never.
The vehemence of his promise must have convinced Ryan because he finally came over and sat on the bed.
“What do you want to do?” Alfie asked him. “You want me to go down on you or fuck me or… or whatever.” He hoped Ryan wouldn’t pick a spanking because his ass was still tender from the last time Bruiser had worked him over, but if Ryan wanted to spank him, he would find a way to deal. Because he needed to give Ryan anything and everything he wanted. In solidarity but also because gosh, he was pretty. The more Alfie looked at him, the prettier he got.
“Can I kiss you?”
Alfie must have looked as surprised as he felt—the guys had done a lot to him this season, but none of them had donethat—because Ryan immediately tried to take it back.
“Never mind, not if you don’t want.”
“No, I do want. I want it a lot.”
Ryan just sat there as if Alfie hadn’t said yes, and eventually Alfie realized it was because Ryan didn’t know how to go about it.
“You ever kissed a guy?”
Ryan shook his head.
“It’s nice. You’ll like it.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against Ryan’s. He was accustomed to his partner taking charge but when Ryan didn’t do anything, he raised a hand to the back of Ryan’s head and used it to hold him in place so he could deepen the kiss. He got his tongue between Ryan’s lips and then Ryan did take over, all speed and fervor, mashing Alfie against him and thrusting his tongue into Alfie’s mouth with wild enthusiasm.
The initial onslaught was overwhelming—unfocused and tongue-heavy—but Ryan was a graceful guy, so it didn’t take him long to get his bearings. Soon the two of them were making out like they were regulars at it, laid out on the bed grinding their cocks together. Or at least they would be grinding their cocks together if Alfie’s wasn’t in a cage.
Ryan didn’t seem to notice the difference though. He was rutting up against Alfie like he was about to come just like this, which would be fine except it was all too fast. This was so nice Alfie didn’t want it to end, and there was so much more Ryan could try.
He got a hand down Ryan’s track pants and used it to stroke him but also to hold him off a bit so that the kissing stopped and they could catch their breath.
“Is this all you want to do? Just kiss and frot?”
“Frot?”
“Rub off on each other. It’s called frotting.” He still had a grip on Ryan’s cock, squeezing along the base in case Ryan was about to blow. “Or I could jerk you. Or suck you. Have you ever had a blowjob?”
Ryan nodded.
“Oh.” He’d hoped to be Ryan’s first.
“A girl once,” Ryan said. “I didn’t really… it took a long time. I think she hated it. Or was mad about how long it was taking. I don’t know. It was her idea in the first place.”
“Did it take a long time because she was bad at it?”
Ryan shrugged “I don’t know what good would feel like. But I think it’s because she was a girl.”
Alfie nodded. He couldn’t imagine having a girl go down on him. Very few people had gone down on him at all, truth be told, since it usually seemed to end up the other way around, but what little oral stimulation he’d been given, he’d enjoyed the hell out of. But his partners had been men, of course.
“I could show you what good would feel like.”
