There was no other option. With Sloane disqualified and Michelle landed in hospital, a-troupe were down to only 9 members. The rules at Regionals clearly stated that to compete in the final, they needed 10. Which lead James to where he was now.
After Riley dumped him, Alfie had left the studio and fucked back off to Switzerland. Now, after everything he had done, James would be thrilled at this fact. But, if The Next Step wanted to win, he had to get Alfie back onto the team,
"Nice place you got here." James said as he walked around the large space of Alfie's dance floor. Ofcourse the rich fucker could afford one of his own.
"Look, can we just cut the crap? What are you even doing here?!" The prince cut him off.
"Because, the studio is down to only 9 dancers and they need you back. So, you're gonna get over your self-pitying act and come with me." James took a step closer to him on the stage, making Alfie cross his arms.
"Like fuck I'd do that. I can't even stand to look at Riley right now." Alfie scoffed.
"Get over your fucking self! The team needs you right now! They were your friends man, are you seriously going to abandon them because of our personal drama?! James got right in his face, teeth grinding together.
He had meant for it to be intimidating and get Alfie to come with him, finally. However, as he pressed closer, he felt something poking at his crotch. Looking down, he easily noticed the large bulge in Alfie's joggers.
Oh, that was interesting. James couldn't help the smirk forming on his face as he looked at the panic in Alfie's eyes.
"Looks like you're a slut for both Riley and I, aren't you, princey boy?" He whispered, breath catching on Alfie's lips.
"Fuck off! I'm not I-"
"Then why are you hard as fuck for me now?" James pulled him in close, Using his own hands, he grabbed Alfie's and put them on his own thicc, jean-clad ass. The prince's fingers immediately dug into it.
"Why am I so attractive that you couldn't help yourself?" He asked, trailing kisses up Alfie's neck, until he was inches away from his mouth, their noses brushing against each other.
"You're… you're my enemy." Alfie whispered out helplessly.
"Ever heard of hate sex baby? How about this, if I let your fuck the life out of me, will you come back and help the team at Regionals?" James asked, grinding against him.
"Follow me to my room!" Was Alfie's immediate answer.
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Soon enough, James was layed out, completely nude, on the silk blankets of Alfie's queen bed. He had agreed to let the prince do whatever he wanted to him, which had lead him to learn one of Alfie's kinks. As he was tying each of James' limbs to each poster of his bed.
His tanned, big butt was in the air, stretched out from his starfish position. Alfie seemed to love the view, as everytime he went behind him, he layed a loud smack on his cheeks. James was sure they were red as hell by now, but it only made him moan louder.
"Alright, this is the deal, you let me rail that sexy ass of yours, and I'll come back to the studio. Anything less, and you can kiss that offer goodbye." Alfie stood behind him, only a condom on his dick. No lube was used, and James was sure the black-haired boy had done this to make it hurt. What he didn't know though was that most of his guy friends had fucked him bareback many times.
So, when Alfie shoved all his dick up James' pink hole, he barely even winced.
"Wow, no noise, you must be such a cock slut for it to not hurt." Alfie chuckled, taking a grip of James's hips and beginning to thrust.
His dick felt so long in James, stretching out and pulling down. It felt so good. The tip of it was deep inside of him in no time, pressing down on his prostate in ways that made him groan incredibly loud.
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" Alfie shouted, spanking him once more. His hands moved to James' throat, gripping onto it to keep him quiet and fuck him better.
"Fuck you…you bastard." James breathed between gasps, feeling lightheaded. He could feel sweat begin to pour down his skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought.
The bed squeeked like mad under them, telling enough about how rough Alfie was going. Soon he began to thrust faster than before, and James was screaming loudly. All of his muscles were straining. Everytime he got fucked, his whole body shook violently.
Alfie was moaning so loud that James could barely even hear himself over it, but eventually he did. 'Just cum, you pussy. Come all over my sheets, like the little bitch you are!" Another spank.
His cock was severely aching by not being touched, and he could do nothing about it. It was throbbing in pain, but pleasure and almost burst open when he came. He let out another cry as his body bucked wildly, causing Alfie to slam down on him once more.
They stayed like that, panting heavily, until Alfie came inside of him. It was like a banchee, the way he screamed. James was sure he left fingernail marks on his cheeks.
Slowly pushing himself off of James, the younger man sat up straight on the bed.
"Fucking god! That was good! Not gonna lie, your ass is so fucking sexy!"
James laughed as he was untied, curling in on himself as he fell. He felt Alfie rim him a little as his ass was even higher in the air. But, soon enough, the two just lied down.
"Guess I'm coming back to a-troupe then." The prince said after a minutes.
"So, you're actually keeping your end of the deal?" James said, shocked.
"After sex like that, ofcourse I am! Also, it means I get to head back to my apartment in Toronto. So, we'll be seeing each-other again." It was hard not to understand the way Alfie was saying it.
"Maybe we should be using our hatred for fun instead." James turned over to face him, hand propping his head up.
For the next hour or so, the two kissed on Alfie's bed, hands going to all kinds of places, and even more cum being spilled. How James would've like to fall asleep in that comfortable bed after sex like that. The silk sheets felt amazing on his body. But, he had a job to do and not much time.
So, he eventually left, winking at Alfie as he shook his jiggly, naked ass as he walked out the door to get his clothes.