Chapter: 8: Lost in You
Author's Note: Oh yea. Here it is. The sex. Enjoy. ;)
Justin's still not one hundred percent sure how he ended up here, the door handle to the hotel room digging into his lower back, his hands sliding under Alex Riley's shirt as the larger presses hard into him. He can't say he's complaining, though, especially the way Alex seems to writhe under his touch. It's almost needy. He never dreamed he'd see Alex react in such a way. Despite the fact that the younger had initiated the whole thing, suggested they come back to the room, he'd made it very much apparent that Justin is in control of the situation. There's a certain thrill to it that the high flyer's not used to, and it turns him on even more.
His hands drift around to Alex's spine and the younger arches his back at the feel, a sultry moan leaking from his lips. Justin's teeth sink into his own lower lip as he pushes Alex back in the same instant he slides the button down off his broad shoulders. He reaches out, shoving Alex even harder, a smirk forming on his face as the younger's legs hit the bed and fall out from under him, forcing him to sit. Justin tugs his own shirt off, tossing it to the side carelessly before moving onto his jeans. Blue eyes darken as Justin gets down to his black boxer briefs, steadily walking towards the bed. The high flyer raises a hand, motioning to Alex.
"Take off your pants, scoot back." he commands all at once.
Alex snaps to attention, trying to do both things at the same time. Somehow, miraculously, he succeeds. Even Justin is impressed, though he won't admit it, can't at this point. He feels his breath speed up at the sight before him, Alex Riley laid out on clean, white sheets, navy boxers tented in the front, chest heaving and eyes dark with lust. He hops up onto the bed, crawling over to drape himself over his friend. Alex tilts his head up with what almost sounds like a whine, meeting Justin halfway when his lips are captured in another messy kiss. He brings a hand up to rest on the side of the scruffy face above him. Suddenly an almost slutty groan is ripped from him as a hand wraps around his dick, stroking a few times carefullys through the slit in his boxers. He breaks away from the kiss abruptly.
"Shit, Justin, holy shit..." he mumbles, leaning his sweaty forehead against his friend's.
"That good?" Justin returns, his voice low and gravelly. Alex swallows roughly, manages to shake his head. Justin frowns. "What? Wh-but why not?"
The older sounds significantly concerned. Alex is shocked; he didn't know anyone still cared.
"Need, need more, fuck." his voice is strained as Justin twists his hand at the top, his hips arching off the bed momentarily completely against his will. He tries to catch his breath, wills himself to concentrate on speaking despite what the once-hand model is doing with those gorgeous fucking hands. "Need you."
Justin's eyes darken further, his face painted with shock, his grip around Alex tightening. He has to take a moment to regroup, zeroing in entirely on pleasing his companion. The younger's eyes squeeze shut tight for a beat before he's focusing once again through blurry eyes on his friend.
"Oh yea?" Justin questions, something like amusement evident in his tone. Alex ignores it in favor of the underlying level of dominance that's even more apparent. He licks his lips. "Need me to what?"
Suddenly, there's a thumb swiping repeatedly across the head of his cock that makes it damn near impossible to even think straight, much less speak straight. He swallows thickly once, twice, three times, clears his throat. Then, Justin's twisting his wrist again, and it's out of his mouth almost all in one breath.
"JesusChristJustinIneedyoutofuckme!" he exclaims, his hands flexing where they've come to rest on Justin's shoulderblades.
The hand disappears and Justin's right by his ear, breath hot on his skin.
"I'd be glad to." And Justin practically fucking purrs it, accent thick, voice full of pure want, and Alex has to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning at the sound.
Justin can't really deny it, he's been thinking about doing something like this since the day after the younger had shown up all kinds of broken on his doorstep. Sure, he'd had some kind of puppy love crush on Alex way back when, but it had somehow devolved into full-blown lust as of late, the high flyer almost itching with the need to touch his companion some days. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice is screaming that it's only because Heath won't acknowledge his feelings, that he wants Alex simply because the younger wants him. He pushes it further back, choosing to listen, instead, to the one reminding him that Alex is hot, and he certainly seems to want it enough, and it's not as if he hadn't thought about it long before all this. Now he just has a chance to act on it, and he's certainly not going to say no.
When his slips back onto the bed, completely naked, condom and lube in hand, Alex still hasn't moved, staring up at him almost nervously. His pupils are still lust-blown, however, and Justin offers him a light smile, crawling back up to kneel between Alex's raised knees. He rests his hands on the larger hips, right over the top of the boxers. Alex's cheeks color lightly as Justin slides the fabric off his body entirely, throwing it to the side. Then, his knees are on either side of the high flyer once more. He throws his friend a shy grin when a small hand comes to rest on his hip again. Justin leans in slowly, pausing a breath away from Alex's lips, forcing the younger to close the gap this time, initiate it if he really wants it. With the intensity that Alex kisses him with, the South African certainly can't dispute Alex's wants now.
The younger breaks the kiss off with a wet smack at the feel of a finger circling his hole slowly, just enough pressure to make him moan. He opens his eyes just enough to see Justin's smirk before the finger is sliding in, all at once. His breath catches, his hands falling to the bed, his nails digging into the sheets. When he finds it once again, it with an almost whimper of a sigh, a light flush spreading across his cheeks. Justin feels his mouth drop open a bit at the sight, his pupils darkening even further. He only drags the finger in and out slowly a few times before he's crooking the tip up, brushing swiftly against Alex's spot. The younger lets out a new noise, and Justin's eyes open wider. He's filled with a new kind of excitement, especially when Alex's eyes slide open once again, locking with his own. The way Alex groans out his name makes Justin curse aloud, sliding a hand across his own erection a few times.
Alex, on the other hand, is even shocking himself at the way he's responding to the high flyer's touch, fucking himself down on the oh-so-talented hand when the second and third fingers are added. Justin is so very, noticably different from Mike that it's unreal, but he can't help it; he wants Justin, has for a long time. Suddenly, Alex is empty, and his eyes snap open, a low whine that's unfamiliar even to him slipping from his lips. He feels like something's missing despite that Justin's other hand has made its way back to his cock, stroking him ever so slowly. But then, the older is even removing that hand, stroking his thigh instead. He blinks a few times, looking down at the high flyer through lust coated eyes. Justin is staring at him in awe, biting down slightly on his lower lip as he barely touches himself. Alex moans the slightest bit, completely fixated on the sight. Justin's head tilts back in one of the most erotic groans the younger has ever heard, hands down. Then he's looking right back at Alex, pupils fully fucking blown.
"God, Alex...you're so fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful, baby, you have no idea." the high flyer whispers, draping himself over the younger once more.
Alex is dumbstruck by the words. It feels like it's been forever since he's heard anything of the sort. He grabs desperately at Justin's face, drawing the South African down into a passionate kiss, pouring his soul into it. Alex kisses with such an intensity that Justin has to move both his hands to the younger's broad shoulders to steady himself. Then he's breaking off with a moan of the high flyer's name, ardent desire in his eyes as he pleads with his friend.
"Justin, Justinpleaseplease, I, I can't, I need this, need you, Justin, come on, Angel...fuckme, God."
He's almost whimpering, urging the older in his conquests. He can't believe he's this goddamned needy, but he can't seem to stop himself, either. He rolls his hips up, feels Justin's erection brush his own. The older lets out a gasp, rolling his own hips down once before drawing back completely. Alex lets his eyes slip closed, attempting to catch his breath. Suddenly, he hears the rip of a condom package, and his eyes are open once more, locked onto the way that Justin is rolling the latex onto his cock, biting down on his lower lip. Alex takes a deep, almost nervous breath, rolling over and sliding the upper half of his body onto the bed, leaving his ass on display. He hears Justin's breath catch behind him.
"Yea?" the high flyer questions breathily, a certain note of awe in his tone.
"Yea. Yea, please." Alex reaffirms, barely looking over his shoulder. He catches Justin's nod and turns back around, faces the wall with a near content smile on his face.
Justin's hands are shaking as he lays one on Alex's hip, gripping himself with the other. He hopes the younger doesn't notice, although he's almost certain he does. The South African takes a deep, steadying breath as he lines up, letting it out as he pushes in slowly. Alex nearly buries his face in the pillow under his arms, a low, obscene moan sliding from between his swollen lips. Justin's fingers dig into firm hips on either side, having to physically restrain himself from rushing. But then Alex is pushing back against him roughly, taking him all the way in, and Justin's breath leaves him in a quick whoosh.
"Fucking hell, Alex," Justin just breathes, slumping forward onto the younger's broad back just a bit.
"I said fuck me, Angel," Alex pants, tossing a smirk over his shoulder at the older. "That's what I meant."
Brown eyes widen, an eyebrow raising. That sounded like a challenge. Justin pulls out slowly, almost like a tease, and Alex nearly whines once more. The high flyer's face is painted with a smirk as he snaps his hips forward, slamming back in. The younger lets out a yelp, his back arching like a cat, his body surging forward just a bit. Justin doesn't even give him a chance to recover, just keeps fucking steadily into him, his pace never even slowing. If the way Alex is mewling, practically purring Justin's name laced with random praises and obscenities, is anything to go by, the high flyer is definitely doing something right. He dips down, presses soft kisses to the sweaty cross on Alex's back, his real last name. It makes him angle just differently enough that Alex is suddenly nearly crying in pleasure, Justin pounding dead center into his spot.
"Ohmygod, baby, you feel so fucking good, Jesus, fuck. Goddamned perfect, you know that? So tight, so hot, so damned sexy. Mike's a fucking fool, Alex. You're fucking incredible."
Justin just babbles away, breath hot on the younger's ear, lewdness like he's never heard from the high flyer before spilling suddenly forth as if from a broken levee. Alex is unsure how he can form words, too overcome with pleasure, especially now that there's a hand on his cock as well, tugging on him roughly. He can't help it, fucks himself backwards and forwards at the same time. Justin is inonaround him, fucking everywhere. He can hear him, feel him, smell him, taste him, and he suddenly feels like he has to, turning his head around just enough to look at the South African in all his glory. And damn, is Justin ever glorious. His head is thrown back, his hair and skin both sweat soaked as he pounds deliberately into the younger man. He apparently feels Alex's eyes on him because he tilts his head back forward, lust black eyes focusing in on Alex. The high flyer reaches out, threads a hand into thin, brown hair as he drags the younger into a messy, dirty kiss. They get lost completely in each other for a moment, their tongues tangling together fervidly. Even when they separate, they don't go far, still practically breathing the same air.
"JustinJustinshitJustin, I'm so close, feels so goddamned good, Justin, shit." Alex finally manages, before breaking off completely once again into unintelligable sentences. The high flyer nods, tugs him faster.
"I know, I know, babydoll. I can feel it, feel you around me, fuck. Come on, do it, Alex. Let me feel you come undone." Justin replies, fucking him even harder.
Alex's knees are barely even holding him up anymore, the older forced to release his head in favor of supporting his body by the hip. The larger is actually fairly shocked at Justin's strength, although he supposes he shouldn't be. Still, despite Justin's words, he fights his climax, wants to feel his friend for just a few moments longer, however selfish it may be. The South African dips down, accent thick as he utters a string of what the younger assumes are curse words right against his tattoo. Then, the accent switches back to English.
"Alex, come on, I'm not going to release until you do, now just fucking let go." Justin pleads.
And that does it, Alex can't even pretend to hold on any longer. With a voice-cracking shout of the older's name, he cums, stains the sheets under him. It's not even a full moment later that he can fucking feel Justin getting off as well, slamming deep into him and just holding, shaking right up against him. He whimpers at the sensation, so glad he gets the opportunity again, and with Justin Angel of all the fucking people, especially when his friend slumps forward to rest against his back even once his legs give out under them, not pulling out immediately. A fond smile rests on Alex's face, content for the first time in possibly months. He is so fucking satisfied. Justin's even peppering his shoulders with light kisses, stroking his hips. He actually feels...cared for. He looks over his shoulder with a slow nod, and then Justin's pulling out carefully, making a face as he takes off the condom and ties it off, tossing it into the trash can.
The high flyer collapses onto the bed next to Alex, lying on his stomach but facing the younger with a smile. Alex reaches out, strokes Justin's scruff lightly for a moment before drawing him in, sealing their lips together tenderly. When the kiss breaks, they both linger for a beat. Then they're blinking back open-eyed, locking gazes, more than happy expressions glistening across their features...and Alex feels his stomach clench. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly with a low noise.
"This was...such a bad idea."