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As the persistent beams of light peeking in at the edges of the drapes had finally expanded enough through the room to reach the edge of the bed, I reached behind my bag and grabbed my cell phone, careful not to shift too much and wake him.

I pulled the camera up and took a few pictures of Alex asleep with his head nuzzled in the crook of my arm. He was… gorgeous. Otherworldly. If I thought he was beautiful from a distance, I didn’t know that nothing could compare to the reality of him this close. His messy hair swept back off his forehead, every muscle in his body relaxed in peaceful slumber. I hadn't slept much throughout the night, as it had been far too exciting watching Alex sleep curled up around me. He was such a little snuggle-bug. I had managed to doze off here and there, but would wake if Alex moved or made a sound. Sometimes, he snored, but they were cute little bubble noises. It was hard to describe. He was just perfect.

I lightly brushed my fingers across the line of bruising I’d left down both sides of his neck from my teeth. It was purple with splotches of red and white peppered in like a deep space photograph of a galaxy. “You’re such a good boy, Alex,”

I whispered.

Alex would shift in his sleep, occasionally turning over on his other side. No matter which way he faced, his body would search out mine. With his hands, with his back. When I had woken up a little after 2, he had swung his leg over mine, his head resting on my chest. That one was my favorite. It was like he was holding on to me with everything he had. The feeling of his warm slow breaths coming out of his nostrils and dancing across my bare skin was enough to make the definitive decision that I never wanted to sleep without him again.

I carefully removed my arm from underneath him and scooted over. I was thrilled I was able to get up without disturbing him, but hated losing the feeling of his skin against mine.

It was nearing 7 AM, and Alex would need to be up soon. The security company was coming earlier than originally expected, and that meant our ‘honeymoon’ would be cut short. We needed to be back at Westing House by 9, and I wanted to take Alex to breakfast. It felt like a mortal sin to disturb Alex’s peaceful dreams and not at least have a hot cup of coffee waiting for him. I swiped his room key off the nightstand and quietly made my way to the adjoining door.

There had been several wet spots on my sheets after our lovemaking, so we decided to sleep in Alex’s bed. I would have rolled around in our mess for a week if given the chance, but I didn’t think Alex was into it.

I dressed quickly, hurried down the block to Starbucks, and ordered two hot coffees with cream. One venti for Alex, and a grande for me. It was 7:18 when I got back to the hotel and buzzed into Alex’s room. When I opened the door, a burst of happiness shot through me as I walked in and saw him sitting up in bed, hair mussed and face bleary-eyed. He must have just woken up a few moments prior.

“You’re awake!”

Not being able to contain my excitement, I held the coffee cups higher in the air and did a little happy dance.

“Good morning.”

Alex laughed and pulled the covers up a little tighter around his waist.

He stretched out his arm and I walked his coffee across the room to him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Alex took a sip of his coffee. “You know, you are really cute when you sleep,”

I ventured.

He peered over his cup at me. “I’ve b-been told I snore.”

“You do,”

I replied with a nod.

Man, do I love seeing Alex blush.

We fell into a moment of silence as we sipped our coffees and Alex shamelessly stared at me.

I took another small sip and said, “Don’t look at me like that when you don't have any clothes on, or you will have to suffer the consequences.”

Alex snorted. “The consequences?”

“Yes,”

I confirmed, looking over at him. “If you keep looking at me like that, I will be forced to ravish you again.”

Without breaking eye contact, Alex asked, “Can I suck your cock? I didn’t get to last night.”

I had told Alex I preferred direct communication, and that was about as direct as you could get. Was he already comfortable enough with me to stop playing coy?

The last thing I wanted to do was keep him waiting, so I jumped off the bed, nearly tipping over my coffee cup as I set it down too quickly. I peeled out of my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my underwear down at the same time. Once I was bare, I stood at the side of the bed facing him, my already half-hard cock beginning to jet out in front of me.

Alex buried his face in his hands and laughed.

“What?”

“You should be a qu-quick change artist!”

I shrugged, “I mean, maybe… but you still want to suck my dick, right?”

Alex laughed again, “Yes! I d-do. Bring it over here…”

I walked around to Alex’s side of the bed, and he scooted to the edge, the blankets sliding off his lap and revealing his morning wood standing proud towards his bellybutton.

So fuckin’ sexy… and he wants to suck your dick!

“How do you want me?” I asked.

Alex let his legs hang off the bed and spread them open for me to step in between. Alex reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around my base. “You’re so thick,”

he said before I watched the tip of his pink tongue dart out of his mouth to wet his lips. That little unconscious move alone was enough to have my balls drawing up.

“Don- don’t feel like you have to take it all, or anything. Whatever you want to do will feel amazing,”

I told him as I reached down and brushed his cheek with my fingers.

Alex leaned forward and closed his lips over my tip as he tightened his grip around my shaft. The wet heat of Alex’s mouth was momentarily overwhelming, and I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. I wasn’t going to be able to stand watching my cock disappear into his mouth.

My fingers instinctively found their new favorite home, twisted up into Alex’s hair, as he hollowed out his cheeks and took me further into his mouth before pulling back, adjusting to the size and the weight of it on his tongue. I opened my eyes and looked down in time to see his cock twitch between his legs as he sucked as much of me into his mouth as he could fit, which was about half.

Alex peeked up at me again as he pushed forward, and I felt myself hit the back of his throat.

“Oh, Alex…”

I sighed as he gagged and pulled off. He fisted my length, distributing more of his saliva down my length with each stroke. He took me into the back of his throat again.

“Do you like to gag on my cock, baby boy?”

He blushed and pulled off of me to nod.

He wants to submit. You’re giving him too much control, and he doesn’t like it!

“Would you like to keep exploring like this, or do you want me to fuck your face?”

“Fuck my f-face,”

he answered almost instantly.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth or pull out?”

The wicked little smile he flashed me was all I needed.

“How rough do you want it?”

Alex turned his head to the side and shrugged his shoulder.

“Do you want a little gagging and some tears, or do you want me to make you spit up on my cock? I’m cool with whatever. You tell me where the line is, Alex.”

When Alex failed to answer, I tightened my grip on his hair and snapped his head back to stare down at him. His eyes momentarily widened with the sudden jerk, and then he smiled.

“Open up,”

I ordered. He opened up as wide as his jaw would allow, thinking he was getting my cock. Instead, I leaned over and spit on his tongue.

His eyes widened again, and he moaned. Without giving him anytime at all, I changed the position I was holding his head in and shoved my cock into the back of his throat. I held him there until I felt his throat constrict around my head. He gagged and closed his eyes, and I pulled back a mere inch before pushing in again as far as I could go.

His throat made an audible gurgle and his eyes began to mist. When I felt like he was about to throw up, I pulled all the way out, and he choked as long strings of his saliva stretched out between my tip and his mouth.

I angled his head to the side a little more and used my free hand to line myself up with his lips. Once I pushed into his mouth, I wrapped my other hand around his throat so I could feel it expanding around my cock as I pushed into him. He began to moan, the vibration sending zaps of pleasure throughout my entire body. Spit seeped out of the corners of his mouth, so much it started coming out of his nose as he gagged over and over and over again.

Feeling like I was nearing the cliff, I tightened my grip on his throat and pushed in further than I had previously. He choked and sputtered as I sped up my thrusts, shooting cum into the back of his throat. Alex reached down between his legs and started erratically jerking himself as bile came up, gushed out around the base of my dick, and ran down my legs. I kept myself firmly planted in the back of his throat as thick ribbons of his spunk shot out of him and onto the hotel room floor.

I brought my hand down, catching as much of it as I could. I pulled out of his mouth and he sucked in a huge gulp of air and choked. His eyes were completely bloodshot and his face was purple as he flopped back onto the bed trying to catch his breath, coughing again.

“You’re not finished,”

I told him. He opened his eyes and looked at me before raising an eyebrow. I held out my hand, showing him the cum I’d collected. “Clean up your mess.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and I held my palm up. He leaned a little closer. He stuck his tongue out flat and licked from my wrist to the tip of my fingers like a dog licking up a discarded dinner plate.

When my hand was clean, I grabbed his hair again and crashed my mouth down onto his, licking into his mouth to taste the combination of our releases on his tongue.

“Come on, baby,”

I told him softly after breaking the kiss. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and ready to face the day.”

I bathed Alex in a steamy shower, lathering him up and washing every inch of him down with a soft, soapy cloth. He never fought me or hesitated in the slightest. Just stood there and held on to me for balance as I wiped him down from head to toe. Once he was all rinsed off, I cradled his face in my hand and kissed him, over and over again. Fearing the time, I eventually convinced myself to shoo him out of the shower before making quick work of washing off all of Alex’s fluids—despite how grievous it felt washing any part of Alex away, especially off my own skin.

I thought back on our recent exchange with mixed emotions; my thoughts drifting over the last 20 minutes as steam rolled up all around me in the glass-enclosed space. Alex had already toweled off and scampered out of the bathroom. I hated the thought of degrading Alex in any way. If I had my druthers, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. Use my body as he saw fit, and not move a muscle. Not that I wanted to be a wet-blanket of a lover, but I just needed Alex to take whatever he wanted from me.

I feared myself. I feared myself losing control and hurting him. But he fucking liked it! My boy couldn’t have had more… traditional proclivities? I had asked him what he wanted, and he had told me. I had every intention of spending the rest of my life giving Alex exactly what he wanted, but making him literally vomit on my dick? It was … a lot. I was still trying to process. If I had ever seen Tom choke Alex, or gag him like that, I would have blown cover and killed him on sight.

You are the biggest bitch on the planet. Talk, talk, talk… feelings, feelings, feelings. You’re gonna lose him with all that shit. Stop being so fucking weak. Did you see how much he came? Tom could never…

What else would he want me to do in the future? It was technically our third date, and he’d thrown up on me.

Just wait until we have something to tie him to…

I think… do we need a safe word?

Pussy…

“Is that the safe word, or are you just calling me names again?”

I grumbled.

I shook off my thoughts, grabbed the towel slung over the shower door, and scrubbed it down my face with a long sigh. “Oh, Alex.”

I walked back into his room naked, continuing to dry myself off as I did so. Alex liked looking at my body, so I figured the least I could do was give him a free show. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I entered the room, and he smiled, taking his time to take his ogle me. He did it so shamelessly!

You worked your ass off for that.

He had already dressed, looking fucking adorable as always.

“Hungry?”

I asked, walking over to him and bending over for a kiss.

“S-starving!”

Of course you are. There’s nothing left in that little tummy of yours, my naughty little angel.

Alex clung tight to my side as we walked through the hotel lobby and into the dining room. As we waited in line for the hostess, Alex turned his head every which way taking in the wooden craftsmanship and adornments that lined the dining area. He loved historic architecture and design so much.

“Two, please,”

I said cheerfully. She nodded and gestured for us to follow her back to our table. When Alex didn’t budge I looked over. “You okay?”

Alex turned his head and nodded.

“You kinda zoned out there for a second.”

I brought our entwined fingers up to my mouth and kissed his knuckles.

“Sorry,”

he smiled. “It’s so beautiful in here.”

He’s so happy.

“It sure is.”

We ordered our meals, and I even convinced Alex to split a strawberry crêpe with me as an appetizer. After the waiter left, Alex fidgeted with the corner of his napkin.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“That I wish we could live here forever.”

His answer caught me by surprise. “Oh yeah? At the hotel?”

All those millions divided by 200 dollars a night? For years? I mean, it could work if that’s what he really wants.

“It’s been such an awesome c-couple of days. No stalker, no work, just sex in comfortable beds, and ridiculously good food. We should just stay here forever.”

Deal.

I shook my head. “Nah.”

“Well, excuse m-me,”

Alex said, grabbing his chest in feigned dramatics. “Never mind, then!”

I chuckled and reached across the table to take his hand. “I mean, it’s nice, but I don’t want to be here forever.”

“Oh, where do you want to b-be?”

“I want to be in a log cabin up in the mountains, surrounded by trees and nothingness. No car horns or screaming vagrants on the street. The only gunshots we would ever have to worry about would be the ones from my hunting rifle. We could snuggle up in a comfy couch in front of a roaring fireplace as the snow drifted down around us outside the windows. No one would be able to find us unless we wanted them to.”

“What would we even d-do with our lives in the middle of nowhere?”

“Whatever we wanted. I would hunt, and we could fish. Plant a garden with vegetables and herbs and cook over a wood stove… I could have my way with you on bear-skin rugs.”

I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.

He laughed. “No, what would we do for money? How would we p-pay our bills?”

Don’t you worry your pretty little head about money…

“We’d figure it out. We wouldn’t need much. Could get some chickens… sell some eggs.”

Sell some eggs?

“I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a country b-boy. I can’t even drive a car.”

“I can teach you how to drive a car, Alex. But what makes you think you would have to drive around all the time if we lived in the middle of the woods. It would be more like ATVs. Maybe a small tractor.

“A tractor,”

he repeated incredulously.

“Well, yeah. Maybe.”

“I’ve never even seen a tractor in real life.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

I shrugged, “They aren’t terribly complicated. Wouldn't need a huge one or anything.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“You’ve thought about this a lot.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s kind of my dream. Just to disappear with the guy I love into the middle of nowhere. Live off the land. Sounds like heaven.”

The food came out all at once, even the crêpe, but it all looked amazing.

“What do you want, Alex? What do you see for yourself?”

Alex swallowed a mouthful of strawberries and shook his head. “I guess I don’t really know.”

We paused our conversation to enjoy some of our meal. After a few minutes he spoke up. “But, if we were in a cabin all by ourselves in the middle of nowhere, who would cook amazing things like this for us?”

Alex gestured to his eggs Benedict with his fork.

“I would cook for you. Or we could cook for each other. I’m pretty good in the kitchen.”

“How would we afford this cabin?”

I took another bite of my omelet. “I already have the cabin.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“I bought it last year. It needs some work, but it’s completely habitable. It runs on solar panels and gas. There’s even a generator for backup.”

“If it’s your dream, why aren't you there now?”

Because I’ve been waiting for you, baby.

“Well, first off, I don’t really want to be there all by myself. And I got an excellent deal on it.”

Liar. You paid well over market.

Alex went quiet for a moment, keeping his eyes low as he took a few more bites of his breakfast. He looked like he was deep in thought. I wondered fancifully if he was imagining what our lives would look like together, just the two of us.

I knew that he’d never been a particularly social person. Neither had I. There was good reason to believe that an isolated life would be as satisfying to him as it would be to me. I’d never had much use for most people, as I’d decided a long time ago they mostly brought disappointment. I would be willing to bet that Alex felt similarly.

I paid the check, and we headed back upstairs to pack up our things. It didn’t take very long to shove my clothes into my duffel bag and take one last look around the room. This space would always be sacred to me as the place where Alex and I consummated our love, so I made sure to commit every corner to memory before walking through the open door into Alex’s room.

He had his clothes laid out on the bed and was delicately folding each piece with exquisite precision, careful to smooth out any wrinkles or creases before laying each article inside his backpack. He was so much fun to watch. My adorable, perverted, obsessive-compulsive little lover. God. I would move mountains for him.

Once he had finished, I slung his backpack over my shoulder, and he headed down to the car. I had just finished loading our stuff into the back when Alex’s phone rang.

“It’s R-rob,”

he told me before answering. “Hey… I’m on my… What?”

I raised my eyebrow, looking over at Alex as his tone changed.

Don’t like that…

“Oh, Tom,”

Alex said into the phone as every muscle in my body froze.

Why would Rob be talking about Tom?

“No, h-he’s f-fine. I’ll be there in ten.”

So, Tommy-Boy is waiting for us at Westing House…

As Alex pocketed his cell phone, I examined the bruises down his neck from my teeth and smiled.

This is going to be like going to Disney World!

“Everything okay?”

I asked, my casual tone deliberate.

Alex grimaced. “Yeah.”

His first lie to me. Oh, it cut me like a serrated knife to the heart. I knew why he did it, but his dishonesty felt like a betrayal nonetheless. At the same time, my heart sank as I watched his entire demeanor change. Immediately, gone was the happy, lighthearted boy with the easy smile I’d been with for the last three days.

“My friend is at the house l-looking for me. Rob was concerned for obvious r-reasons.”

Rob should be concerned…

“Your friend, Tom?”

I asked, hesitantly.

“Yeah. We were in the same foster home t-together. He looked out for me.”

I smiled at him, despite the gorge rising on the back of my throat. I put my hand on Alex’s shoulder and squeezed. “Good. I’ll have to thank him for that.”

That hurt.

I leaned over, kissed Alex’s lips, and closed the back hatch. “Ready?”

Oh, we’ve been ready for this for years.

I pulled past Westing House’s open gates and could immediately see Tom sitting on the bottom porch step. He may dress better and shower everyday now, but that didn’t change the funk that radiated off of him. He was like the side character in a horror film you hoped died early so you didn’t have to look at him anymore.

Oh, Tommy-Boy… so nice to see you again. NOT.

I put the car in park and Alex jumped out. As soon as Tom laid eyes on him, he stood up and started marching towards him, a scowl plastered across his face.

I scrambled out of the car, not bothering to even close my door and headed after Alex.

“What the fuck is going on, Alex?”

Tom spat, his voice already well past disrespectful. “You haven’t responded to a text message or a phone call for a week. You know the rules, we check in every week. Period.”

We’ll check in on your grave every week once I put you into the ground, motherfucker! Alex doesn’t owe you shit!

“I’m s-sorry,”

Alex mumbled. “I had to get a new phone.”

You don’t have to explain yourself to this wretch, baby boy.

“You don’t think you should tell me that? Then I have to come all the way up here to check on you, and this fat fuck tells me you’re gone, and I’m not allowed to be here?”

Tom gestured towards Rob with his hand. Tom took a step forward, positioning himself more into Alex’s space as his volume level rose, making Alex tense up.

“I need you to take four steps back from him and lower your voice.”

I couldn’t believe how even and calm the words had come out, with every nerve in my body on high alert.

Tom looked straight at me for the first time. “Who the fuck is this?”

Wouldn’t you like to know, you miserable cunt?

“This is G-gabe. G-gabe, this is my fr-friend T-tom.”

Tom looked between myself and Alex a few times and I could swear I smelt the steam from his three collective brain cells slamming into each other as he connected the dots. “Are you fucking this clown, Alex?”

“You still haven't backed up, yet,”

I growled, much more forcefully this time as I took a step forward.

When Tom didn’t move, Alex took it upon himself to take a step backwards. “Goddammit, Alex,”

Tom cursed as he reached out and grabbed Alex’s wrist.

I drew my arm back and threw all of my body weight into the punch that connected with Tom’s jaw. “Don’t fucking touch him,”

I screamed.

Tom stumbled backwards as his head slammed to the side. He recovered quicker than I thought he would and corrected his stance, putting his fists up. “I’m going to kill you, motherfucker,”

Tom spat as blood started to seep through the split lip I’d just given him.

Tom lunged at me, and I sidestepped him.

“No! S-s-stop!”

“Stay back, Alex,”

I commanded. Glancing over at him was enough of a distraction that Tom landed a hard fist into my gut. I grunted, but stopped myself from doubling over. I pulled back again and pain exploded in my hand as my knuckles slammed into his eye socket.

Tom stumbled backwards, and I lunged forward to finish the job. I couldn’t kill him. I know I couldn’t. Not now, and especially not in front of Alex. But he had fully earned an ass-beating, and I was going to delight in paying it out at full value.

“Gabe!”

Alex’s scream pulled my focus again, and I looked over to see Mike hold Alex back at a safe distance. Rob hurried to grab Tom’s arms and pull him away.

To my great disappointment, it was over. Barely before it had started. Tom spit a mouthful of phlegm-streaked blood on the driveway. He was shaking his head, dizzy from the beating I’d just given him.

I shook my hand out and took a step towards Alex. Mike’s face hardened, and he put his body between Alex and myself as I approached.

You can catch these hands too, lover boy.

I put my hands up, showing Mike my palms. “I’m cool,”

I assured him, keeping my voice low and gentle. I appreciated him getting Alex out of the way and not letting him get hurt while I took care of the little pest. Mike hesitated, but stepped aside.

Alex was crying, hot tears streaming down his face.

“Are you okay?”

I whispered tenderly.

“Get off me,”

Tom yelled, finally gaining enough clarity to pull out of Rob’s grasp before hocking another crimson-streaked loogie on the driveway and taking off towards the road.

Alex looked past me, watching Tom’s back as he disappeared on foot.

“Alex, are you okay?”

I asked nervously. “Did you get hurt?”

Alex turned his head and pushed past me. He hurried up the steps and over Westing House’s historic, gorgeous threshold, slamming the front door behind him.

Fuck!

Panic began to set in, and I looked over at Rob. “What should I do?”

Rob sighed. “Give him some space. He’s got a lot going on right now.”

I didn’t like his answer, but I nodded. “Should I have…”

Rob shook his head, cutting off my sentence. “I would have done the same thing. He was really aggressive and threatening. Grabbing Alex like that was way over the line.”

I nodded, letting my gaze fall to the blob of Tom’s mucus-y blood still shining red on the ground. “Thanks,”

I said quietly. I walked back over to my car, pulled Alex’s backpack out of the trunk, and handed it to Rob.

Rob took the bag without saying a word, but offered me a small smile. I got back in the car and backed out of the driveway. A crimson swarm of explosive feelings simmered in my brain. Hatred for Tom. Anger at myself for upsetting Alex. Frustration that our beautiful idyll of serene lovemaking had come to such an abrupt, painful end. My hands gripped the steering wheel. My face was hot and wet. Feelings of cold, and then flaming hot sensation coursed through my veins, demanding a release.

Well.

I couldn’t make things better with Alex at the moment, but I knew exactly what my pent-up rage demanded… the solution to another problem. Icy resolve settled over me. I wetted my lips and took a deep breath as a plan started to bloom in my mind.