Chapter Five – Cursed with a Roommate
Alexander challenged him to a race to the cottage, and Lyn let him win on purpose, because he needed to put some distance between them. Usually, he was in charge of his hard-ons and never let them happen willy-nilly like this. And it took more than the sight of an attractive body to cause him to end up with a stiff cock.
Lyn shook his head as he walked slowly toward the cottage. He had seen Brad today for the first time in eight years. He was bound to be excited, something that extended to his little friend as well. Seeing Alexander in thin wet clothes had nothing to do with it.
As he walked into their cottage, he couldn't suppress a moan. Alexander's white clothes were strewn all over the room that served as an open kitchen and a living room at the same time. "Do you really expect the staff here to be at your beck and call twenty-four-seven?" he said out loud.
It wasn't his business if Alexander left his clothes on the floor, but it took a total of two seconds for him to decide that he couldn't stand the sight. He grabbed the shirt and the pants and rolled his eyes at the sight of a pair of underwear. Even that had the signature of a designer, but Lyn couldn't hold that against the asshole, because it was the same brand he favored.
Whatever. He wasn't squeamish. He picked up the underwear, too, and walked out on the deck, searching for a solution. It looked like the place came appointed with a stackable washing machine and dryer combo housed in a small, separate room in the back, which was a blessing given the sort of roommate Lyn had been cursed with.
He stuffed Alexander's abandoned clothes into the washing machine and then realized his clothes also needed washing. With a shrug, he stripped out of his polo and swim trunks and threw them inside the unit as well. Quickly, wearing only his underwear, he made his way back inside.
It looked like Alexander was in the bedroom, which gave Lyn only one option to take: the bathroom for a bit of freshening up. There was no way in hell he would risk walking in on Alexander; given what a mess he usually was he was probably still naked and searching for something to wear.
Lyn closed the door behind him and began washing his hands. He checked his face in the mirror, wondering if Brad had given him any more thought after their brief encounter today. Nah, Brad was most likely busy with his guests and planning the wedding and, of course, with his fiancée.
Grimacing in the mirror didn't help much. He needed to be his usual charming self when introduced to Bella. There was no way he could slip up and show how much he envied her for having Brad's undivided attention. The lovey-dovey acts Lyn had seen in the pictures posted on social media would play out in real time before his eyes. He needed strength.
The door behind him opened abruptly, and Alexander barreled through it like a battering ram. Did the guy need to piss that badly?
Alexander didn't even acknowledge him and stepped into the shower. Completely naked. Lyn stared in disbelief at Alexander's tanned back and then lower at the curve of his muscular ass that he quickly stashed away in his spank bank.
"Excuse you?" he expressed his outrage and disbelief, placing his hands on his hips.
Alexander had turned on the water and was groaning in delight under the shower head. He looked at Lyn over one shoulder. Thank fuck for small mercies; at least, he didn't have to deal with staring helplessly at Alexander's naked dick.
"What?"
"Are you really asking? Hello, you're not alone in this place," Lyn began. "Like it's not enough that I had to pick your wet clothes up off the floor and put them in the washing machine--"
"Ah, was that you?" Alexander threw him an impish smile while rubbing his arms and enjoying his shower. "Frankly, I thought a little leprechaun swept in and stole my clothes."
Lyn thought he was starting to see red. "Your mom's a fucking leprechaun."
Alexander laughed. And he committed the next impossible sin because he wouldn't be himself otherwise. He turned, soaping his chest like it was no big deal to put his gorgeous body on display for another man to see. Lyn fought himself, digging his fingers into his hips to steady his resolve; he would not look lower, not if it cost him an internal organ.
It was so like Alexander to throw him off-balance. Lyn had never asked, and Alexander had never told him, but it was quite evident that the asshole suspected Lyn's preferring Brad over him. His teasing was, most of the time, subtle, but eight years had passed, and Lyn had expected Alexander to have grown up in the meantime.
It looked like he had been asking for too much. Well, two could play that game.
"You can look, you know," Alexander whispered and wiggled his eyebrows.
Lyn crossed his arms and smirked. "The joke's on you, asshole. I think this is as good a moment as any to tell you." He licked his lips nervously. But he wasn't a shy college kid anymore. "I'm gay." He stole a quick look at the asshole.
Alexander shrugged. He was soaping his balls now and most likely playing with his dick, but Lyn still wouldn't stare.
"If you're gay, prove it."
"What?" Lyn couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. "Hey, asshole, if you don't want to get molested by accident, you better quit this bad habit of showing your naked ass to me only because you can't be bothered to think about other people being around you."
"Molested? Really? Hmm, you don't strike me as the type, but if you say so, it must be true. I'm looking forward to it."
Lyn didn't have time to react. Alexander grabbed his arm just by leaning slightly and pulled him into the shower. It was the fault of this damn cramped place, Lyn decided, unnerved by how easily Alexander could overpower him.
The water fell on his head, getting his hair in his eyes. Great, he'd have to deal with the frizz later because of this inconsiderate ass.
"Are you happy now?" He wiped the hair away from his face and gave Alexander a murderous look. "Is that your way of telling me I stink or something?"
Alexander shook his head. He rested his forearms on Lyn's shoulders. "You were saying something about molesting me. Do it."
Lyn staggered under the other's weight. How fair was that? And what was Alexander saying? Was he nuts?
"Okay, now you've gone too far." He pushed Alexander against the shower wall and shot his hand forward and low enough to rest it on a pair of nice full balls. He grinned, feeling his victory close. Alexander stared at him wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.
Lyn applied more pressure. A few more seconds and he'd let the fucker go, but for now he wanted to savor this moment of triumph. There weren't many things that could shake the famously cool and cold Alexander Montgomery III.
Alexander's shock was short-lived. Lyn tried to dodge, but it was too late; Alexander wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together under the water spray. Worse, his hands moved lower and grabbed Lyn's ass through his underwear.
And then came the worst. Alexander angled his head just right and kissed him. And Lyn, too shocked to care or react as he should have, opened his mouth, most likely to express his disbelief.
The first sensation that hit him was how good Alexander's tongue tasted. Lyn had kissed his fair share of men in his life, and he was usually the guy to initiate. It made him feel powerful to be the one demanding surrender from another guy in that gentle manner that involved slow coaxing.
Alexander was nothing like that. His mouth had a dark chocolate flavor to it, balanced and refined, just like the rest of him. Could it be because he had played with that cigarillo all afternoon? Or had he given up and abandoned himself to the temptation of smoking it? No, Lyn would've known if he had; as a non-smoker, he could detect right away when someone had been smoking. A few of his fuck buddies had been into the habit.
Alexander's hands continued to knead Lyn's ass, making his crotch catch fire. He still had his hand on Alexander's balls, he realized in horror, but he couldn't move, trapped as he was between Alexander's skilled hands and the rest of him.
With a groan, he pushed his assailant back. Since he'd been the initiator, it was fucking rich to think like that, but Lyn didn't want to bother with details right now.
"What the hell, Alexander?" he asked, breathing hard. He licked his lips, the other's taste still strong on his tongue.
"What? You don't like it? Jerk me off, and I'll do the same to you."
"Really? Do you think just because I'm gay I'm going to do that?"
"No, not because you're gay. Because you're you, and I'm asking nicely."
"Nicely?" Lyn sputtered.
"Please," Alexander said, his face so serious Lyn needed to pinch himself. That was one word Alexander only used to sound like a pompous ass. Words like 'please' and 'thank you' had a whole different meaning in this jerk's mouth; he used them to remind people that they were supposed to serve him like obedient little servants.
He definitely didn't sound like a pompous ass now. Lyn shook his head.
"You're hard," Alexander pointed out, tapping Lyn's dick with the back of one hand.
"Is that enough of an argument in your book?" Lyn asked, still grasping at straws like a drowning man.
"It is. Come on." Alexander took Lyn's hand and placed it firmly on his cock. "Brad wants us to hook up with Bella's friends, and I'm not in the mood for it."
Of course, the divorce. Was the wound still fresh? Lyn didn't have it in him to ask.
"And you're into guys, so that doesn't work for you, either," Alexander continued. "Giving each other a hand is not the end of the world."
Lyn only nodded, looking away. Alexander's tool grew harder and bigger in his hand as he slid it up and down. He was going nuts, obviously. He was suffering from heatstroke. There were so many explanations. I plead temporary insanity, Your Honor.
He gasped softly as Alexander did the same, slipping one hand inside his underwear. His hand was rough and sure, and Lyn liked his touch instantly, so much so that he didn't fight when Alexander pulled him closer to kiss him again.
What was the big deal anyway? Brad would never like him back the same way, and he was getting married. This wedding sealed the deal; Lyn would get his closure and run back to his world of late hours and professional ambitions. And fuck buddies.
One thing he wouldn't do while here. He wouldn't walk around with a raging boner all the time. Horny people tended to make mistakes, and Lyn didn't want to risk it.
So, Alexander's suggestion made sense. After all, they were just using each other, and there was nothing else to it.
Even so, he wouldn't let this arrogant ass think that he called all the shots. Lyn continued to rub Alexander's cock vigorously but went for an attack of his own. Using his free hand, he pressed Alexander's head down to his height. The asshole would learn today what it meant to be kissed by a man.
It looked like his assertiveness worked. Alexander made small noises, most likely never having had experienced being on the receiving end. Lyn pushed his tongue in, momentarily gaining the upper hand. Alexander was the sort that hated losing and pressed back.
They were jerking each other off, but they were fighting, too. Lyn took advantage of Alexander's hair being longer and grabbed a handful of it. That had to hurt, but in his experience, when done right, it could make certain men more compliant, willing, and eager. If Alexander didn't belong to that category, it would be just his damn bad luck. Lyn would put him in his place big time.
Alexander added fuel to the fire by grabbing Lyn's ass with his other hand. His fingers were quick to sneak past the underwear and were now dangerously close to Lyn's crack, making him interrupt their vicious kiss for a second.
"No," Lyn said firmly. "Not there. I don't bottom." Why he felt the need to offer an explanation was beyond him.
Alexander gave him a surprised look.
"What?" Lyn asked. "Don't tell me you've never heard of gay people who prefer a certain role."
Alexander just shrugged, as if he'd just been asked if he learned his lesson on a topic he couldn't care less about.
"And you never play with your ass?"
Lyn rolled his eyes. "No, never. Let's get down to business. I suppose you don't want us to be late for dinner."
"That's still hours away," Alexander said. "But I know exactly what to fill them with."
Lyn barely managed a sigh before Alexander took his mouth again. And that annoying hand was still on his ass, only that it no longer advanced toward his crack. It felt a bit too nice to be handled like that.
It was happening only because of the context, Lyn decided. In the real world, he topped and was good at it. If Alexander insisted, Lyn planned on giving him a good scare. Yeah, that thought was enough to make him feel good about himself. This straight boy couldn't handle an experienced guy like Lyn.
Alexander brushed his mouth against Lyn's, making every second of their kissing count. In all honesty, Lyn hadn't expected Alexander to be such a good kisser. Because he was just another good-looking guy who had girls swooning over him at every turn, Lyn had imagined during their college years how it would feel to kiss him or see him naked. But he had done that with everyone remotely attractive that happened his way. Because of Alexander's brash personality, Lyn had quickly dismissed him as most likely a boorish lover.
The years must have taught him well. His wife must have made him realize the importance of being gentler in bed than outside of it. Lyn felt a jolt of annoyance; Alexander, the straight guy and a college prince through and through was now getting a hand from a gay fellow student. They didn't even have the excuse of college being fertile ground for experimentation. They were grownups now, and such lame excuses didn't have a place between them.
He felt Alexander tensing slightly. When he was pushed back, Lyn didn't protest as Alexander steadied himself by grabbing his shoulders, looking down at how his dick was being handled by a gay guy.
It looked like there was at least a part of Alexander that enjoyed the kinkiness of the situation.
"Fuck, yes," came a whisper, Lyn's cue that he needed to increase his efforts.
He made sure to grab Alexander's balls hard. A soft hiss escaped the other's lips, but there was no demand to stop. Lyn smirked, too satisfied to parse this sense of accomplishment he was experiencing right now.
The water was still pelting their heads and shoulders, but Lyn knew when Alexander started shooting. It wasn't only the string of expletives that left that arrogant, posh mouth; it was the way strong fingers dug into his shoulders, bringing him back to reality.
Lyn stared at the cum pouring down his fingers. He laughed and gave Alexander's ball sac a short pat as congratulations on a job well done.
He grabbed the shower gel bottle and began washing his hands. Alexander was leaning against the wall, looking deliciously messed up. His hair was wet, hanging in heavy curls around his face; his mouth was red from their kissing, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"I'll let you catch your breath, because I'm not an asshole. But if you're done, get out of here. Unlike you, I enjoy taking my showers alone."
"I still have to jerk you off." Alexander's eyes were so clear and beautiful, Lyn knew they spelled danger.
He hadn't been in this game for mere days or hours. As much as he nurtured the same strong feelings toward Brad, he wasn't some kid with stars in his eyes. Falling for a straight guy was a mistake only allowed once in a gay guy's life. That had to be a rule somewhere, to prevent unnecessary heartache.
"I'm good," Lyn said. He was still sporting a semi, but he was satisfied enough with having made a mess out of Alexander. He could jerk off alone, after all.
"Later, then?" Alexander asked, sounding, for some reason, pitifully hopeful.
"Yeah, why not?" Lyn said with a shrug. He doubted Alexander would want a repeat experience, once the enormity of what he had just done hit him. Lyn avoided straight guys for that reason. Although he had given his fair share of handjobs, he'd never fallen for it. It was his stress test, and that way, he never ended up on his knees, blowing some fucker who didn't understand that he needed to put his ass up for a dicking once he started this game.
"Okay. Do you want me to wash your back?"
"Nope. But wait, take this." Lyn shimmied out of his wet underwear and slapped it unceremoniously on Alexander's forearm. "Deal with it. I dealt with yours."
Much to his surprise, Alexander only nodded without protesting or commenting unnecessarily. He stepped out of the shower and shook his head hard to get rid of the excess water in his hair.
"Eww, you're like a dog," Lyn protested. "Go outside to dry that messy hair of yours and make sure to grab a towel. I haven't seen any people around, but please don't get arrested for indecent exposure."
"If that happens, I know a great lawyer who'll get me off the hook just like that," Alexander said, snapping his fingers, and giving Lyn a giddy smile.
Today was a day for many firsts regarding Alexander. Lyn definitely had no idea his old friend from college could smile in so many ways. If anything, at the time, he had thought that the guy couldn't handle emotions well if they weren't something that made him frown or stare without blinking.
"I work corporate, you doofus," Lyn shouted after him. "And don't make a mess, whatever you do. I'm not your maid."
"Too bad," Alexander threw over his shoulder. "I think you'd look cute in a maid outfit."
Lyn groaned and rolled his eyes hard. "Just get out of here. I need to wash, and I can't deal with you right now."
"But you will deal with me later," Alexander said in his usual annoying self-assured tone.
"How could I forget?"
It looked like he'd gotten cursed with a roommate that was one of a kind. Lyn shook his head as he began washing. Had he ever felt so at ease before with Alexander around? He couldn't recall one such instance, not even one. The guy always had him on his toes, making him aware of his posture, his clothes, his grades, his everything.
He shrugged. Well, being successful worked wonders. He hadn't worked so hard for the last eight years to become someone who still needed validation from someone else. After that disastrous last conversation with Brad while they were still in college, he had decided to turn over a new leaf.
And turn over a new leaf, he had. If even the arrogant Alexander Montgomery III acted like that around him, it was clear as day that, in this life, Lyn had managed to become a winner.
TBC