Then he kisses me again, and all my thoughts disappear.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
RAFAEL
I pullAlexander’s slim body into my arms, then lay him down on my bed. I’m still processing what my feelings for my best friend mean, but a more urgent need pushes through all of that. While I do have Alexander, I’m going to make sure he feels treasured, that he has at least one experience of a guy treating him right and centering his pleasure.
We kiss for a while. Then I tell him about the lubes, which ones you should never use with condoms, the pros and cons of each. I have two toys, both small butt plugs, one flared and metal and the other silicone and with a curve toward the prostate.
“Rafael,” Alexander laughs. He’s sprawled out, his ankles crossed and his erection hard against his abs. “I was with you when you bought both of those butt plugs.”
I grin. “Oh right.”
He rolls his eyes. “You even tried to get me to try it once.”
I laugh. “I forgot about that.” I rub his leg, teasing him. “I guess the hygiene issues that come along with sharing don’t bother you anymore, huh?”
He grins. “Well, I assume you cleaned them. But anyway, it’s different.”
It’s true. It is different. Like I have for days, I fight back the urge to tell my friend that I’m in love with him and take him in a kiss instead.
Soon enough the right time will come.
I’m on top of Alexander. He pushes my underwear off, and our cocks slide together. He lets out a deep, satisfied moan from the relief of it, and I pull his twitching body up for a kiss.
“Work me open,” I tell him. “And I’ll work you.”
I find the lube I like best, the organic one made with coconut oil. Alexander watches as I take his hand and coat his fingers generously, then do the same to myself.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask him, still hovering above. Twin desires surge through me, one to stretch him open and the other to take his fingers deep, but I slow myself with a breath.
It’s still disorienting, how hot Alexander is.
I lay down beside him so we can look each other in the face. “I’m comfortable,” he says, and we each shift our weight. I reach past his twitching cock, and his hand brushes my sensitive crown. We hitch closer and each push back to find each other’s holes.
With my free hand, I take my glasses off. There’s only an inch between me and Alexander. When two of my fingers find his hole, he shudders and rolls out beside me.
“Just like that,” I say. I kiss Alexander, then pull my lips away to stretch out beside him. “Lift your legs,” I say as I raise my knees. “It opens you.”
Alexander finds my hole. I groan when he pushes his fingers to my rim. “I like to touch myself like this,” he says and drags his slick fingers in a slow, torturous circle around my rim.
“Fuck,” I grunt. I’m rubbing his tender hole harder than I mean to. Still on our backs, fingers prodding deeper, I turn, our eyes lock, and we kiss.
I’m kissing the man I love. Our rhythms match like magic, like I never have with another person. Alexander twitches, rewarding me, and my reflexes buck me in return. Two of his fingers plunge, stretching my rim, and when Alexander curls them in, he strokes my prostate at the same time his muscles relax and he opens to me.
“Oh, Rafael,” he breathes.
My spot is pulsing, throbbing with pleasure. Alexander and I are both sweating and sucking in sharp short breaths. He curls his fingers again, and I push down from my hips, meeting him. “Right there,” I say as pleasure explodes. “That’s my spot.”
I want to push deeper into him, too, but his body is tense, so I just hold still. The room smells like sex, and Alexander twitches, impaled on my hand. As he breathes, he explores me, filling my hole and overwhelming me with raw desire.
“Feels good,” he says quietly.
I shudder, and Alexander’s fingers plunge against my spot again. “Uh, fuck,” I gasp. “Alexander, that feels so good.”
He relaxes enough that my fingers slide in. I manage to curl them back and find his spot, a tight button that’s hot to touch, beating with his pulse. I stroke him, and Alexander moans my name, sinking against me. “Oh, oh, oh,” he gasps, then twitches.
I need a less awkward position so I pull myself up, causing his fingers to slide out. When I crawl on top of Alexander, he throws his slim arms around me and pulls me down. My hand slides out of him, and we kiss, rolling back and forth. Our cocks bump, and the thrumming pleasure at my base radiates out, quaking through me as my orgasm builds.
