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I buried Tiegan in the hole I’d dug for Tom a few years back, in the woods along the highway. I didn’t have time to disassemble him and feed him to the pigs like I’d have preferred, but it was what it was. The circumstances made me grateful to my past self for having dug it. It was a good place for a burial; eight feet deep and nestled among the thick roots of trees. This far from the traffic, the forest was deep and quiet. More peaceful than Tiegan deserved. High rainfall in the area made the soil naturally more acidic, which I hoped would speed up the decomposition of his body.

I’d burned the couch cushion along with the several sets of gloves I’d used and the clothing I had worn, and buried the ashes with the body. I was 55 miles out of the city, and it was already getting dark.

Fuck.

I pulled off the highway half-way back into a truck stop and quickly showered before putting on another set of clean clothes. The stop was damn-near deserted, and for that, I was grateful. I wasn’t in the best mood, and the last thing I wanted to do was have the time or the strength to bury another body this evening.

Alex hadn’t called or texted all day. The thought of him being upset with me made me physically sick to my stomach. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to keep him safe. I barrelled down the highway at well above the legal speed limit, Alex’s tear-soaked face shuttered across my mind like a scene in a film with a broken projector.

“I didn’t have a choice, baby. I vowed to leave him alone for your sake, but I couldn’t let him scream in your face and grab you like that.”

You should have killed Tom and taken Alex years ago. If Tom had already been in that hole, none of this would have happened. We wouldn’t have had to take our frustrations out… elsewhere.

“That was for a reason. I had to close up that loose end. I couldn’t risk Alex ever finding out about him.”

Sure, Jan…

I pulled into Westing House 40 minutes after the sky had turned inky and parked as close as I could to the front walk. That not only blocked the path to the porch, but gave me a good view of the entire fence line. I’d be able to see if Tom tried to hop the fence or if he came through the gate. Having slept very little the night before, pleasuring Alex twice, fist-fighting Tom, and killing and burying a hooker in the woods were all starting to catch up with me.

I cracked the top of one of the two Monsters I’d picked up at the gas station and took a long swig. The shit tastes vile, but if I was gonna be on watch duty all night, it was either this swill or cocaine. The only person I knew who could get me coke was Jason, and I hadn’t broken the news to him that I’d killed one of his boys yet. Not only was that going to be an awkward conservation, but it was gonna cost me a small fucking fortune, I was sure.

I looked off into the distance, trying to estimate the market value of snuffing a hooker. From a financial standpoint, I’d imagine you’d have to figure out feasibly how long the hooker would work in years, then you’d have to estimate how many tricks they’d be able to turn across the span of those years, and then multiply it by the average revenue per job. Right?

I jumped up off my seat and flung my arms up, dropping the can in my hand into my lap as the shit came spraying out of the top and all over myself and the car when Alex tapped on the passenger window. I had been looking out the side, lost in thought, and I hadn’t even seen him walk out of the house, much less all the way up to the car.

I grabbed the can up, tossed it into the cupholder, and rolled the window down. “Alex. What are you doing here?”

Is he still mad? He looks mad… he’s frowning. But he’s so fucking adorable… look at those dimples!

He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “I live here. What are you d-doing here,”

he asked pointedly.

Oh, yeah… he’s mad.

“I’m making sure Tom doesn’t come back.”

“What? W-why would you think T-tom would be coming back?”

“Look, Alex. I know you said he’s your friend from the foster home and all, and that he looked out for you. I appreciate that, but I’m sorry to tell you, if you haven’t figured it out already, he’s the one stalking you, and I’m not going to let you get hurt.”

Alex sighed. “I really don’t think Tom is the stalker,”

he argued, as his body began to shiver from the cold. He was wearing a plain T-shirt and pajama pants—he was in no way dressed for the weather.

“Really? I had to fight him in your driveway this morning!”

“Had to might be a bit of a stretch,”

he snipped.

I put my hands up in defense, “He was yelling at you… Intimidating you! And then he put his hands on you. So, yeah. That means I have to fight him. It’s in the being a good boyfriend rule book.”

Alex huffed, “Y-you don’t g-get to…”

“I’m sorry if you’re upset with me! But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep you safe, Alex. Now, go back inside before you get yourself sick.”

I turned my head away from him and peered back out the driver’s window. “Look… you’ve got three breaks in the fence,”

I pointed out the windshield. And there's no lock on the gate. All I had to do was push it open. Any idiot could just waltz right into the front yard…”

“Yeah… some idiot just d-did,”

he muttered coolly.

Oh… he’s being bratty.

I turned back to face him and frowned. We stared at each other for a long moment before Alex sighed. “Come inside, I’ll make us some tea.”

I turned the truck off and followed Alex through the door. He walked right past the new alarm panel and started heading off towards the kitchen.

“Alex,”

I called after him, my voice thick with frustration.

“What?”

“Baby, please come set the alarm.”

If Tom walked in here in the middle of the night, I’d have to kill him in front of Alex. He’s been through enough.

“Oh, I forgot,”

he said with a shrug, turning back. “I’m n-not used to having it.”

I walked over, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry, I swear I’m not trying to be an asshole. I’m just worried about you. I’m here tonight, but what happens when I get back on shift at the firehouse? I have to know that you’re safe, and that you’ve, at the very least, remembered to set the alarm.”

Alex melted against me and I held him a little tighter. “Have you ever considered getting a gun?”

“I’m not g-getting a g-gun!”

Alex wiggled out of my arms, “N-no n-not h-ha-happening!”

I put my hands up in defeat. “Okay. I didn’t mean to make you stutter. I apologize, it’s been a long day.”

You fucking fool.

“Make me s-stutter?”

“Yeah…”

I began hesitantly, “I’ve noticed that you have the most trouble when you’re upset or stressed out. You know that when we were laying in the hot tub and talking about books and music, you didn’t stutter once? You were just… happy and content, and it was incredible. I’m a really lucky guy to have gotten to see you like that.”

Tom could never…

Alex stood there staring at me with his mouth open. I expected him to turn around and kick me right back out at any second.

Alex took a few steps forward and brought his arms up and wrapped them around my neck. He stood up on his tiptoes and kissed my lips. I relaxed and wrapped my arms around his back. We kissed slowly for a while until he stepped back. “I can’t believe you d-drank that shit at s-seven o’clock at night.”

He must have been able to taste the energy drink on my tongue.

“I thought I was gonna be in the driveway all night. I didn’t think you were going to let me in. You were so mad earlier.”

His soft smile turned devious. “S-so you have all this extra energy?”

Oh, God, help me.

Despite my swollen fingers and enormous fatigue, I smiled and looked around the room. “Can we do it on something historic?”

Alex laughed. “The whole house is historic.”

“The roof, then?”

I bent over, picked Alex up off the ground with ease, and slung him over my shoulder as he let out a playful squeal.

“Is this how you rescue people from a burning b-building?”

“Yep,”

I replied confidently as I carried him into the sitting room. “I’m here to rescue you from a lonely night.”

I carried him down the hallway and into the main sitting room. I turned around in place a few times trying to decide where to deposit him, before depositing him on an ancient looking chaise lounge with an aged, yellow floral print.

“Do you have any accoutrements?”

Alex chuckled and shook his head. “What?”

“Lube, Alex. Do you have any lube or massage oil?”

Alex smiled coyly and batted his eyelashes up at me. “What would we need lube for?”

Alex reached up and grabbed the bulge underneath my jeans, and I shuddered.

Naughty tease…

I coughed and sputtered as he tightened his grip.

“We don’t,”

I decided. “I’m going to stick my dick in the butter dish on the kitchen counter and it’s gonna be what it’s gonna be.”

Alex threw his head back and laughed. He let go of my crotch and I headed off towards the staircase. He kept his lube in his nightstand in his room.

“It’s in my nightstand,”

Alex called after me.

I grabbed the small bottle and hurried back downstairs. When I came back, the chair was empty, and my heart sank. A second later, he walked back into the room holding a large bath towel that he draped over the lounge to protect the fabric, before taking the position I’d left him in.

I tossed the bottle aside and leaned down over him, placing my hands on either side of his face and staring into his eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier, Alex.”

My voice was low and somber. “I thought he was going to hurt you.”

“I know,”

he whispered, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek against my hand.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, Alex.”

I set my knee down on the edge of the chair to brace myself over him. I kissed him deeply as I slid my hand down between us and grabbed his erection through the thin fabric. Alex moaned into my mouth and bucked his hips up into my touch.

I broke the kiss and unzipped my jacket, pulled my sweater off over my head and tossed them aside as Alex got naked. Once I had everything else off, I grabbed the lube and coated my first two fingers. Alex spread his legs wide, and I settled down onto the chair between them. I pushed my pointer finger inside of him slowly and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. He was already looser than he had been when I was opening him up yesterday, and I wondered if he was just more relaxed or if he was still recovering from our session the day before.

He whispered my name and let his head fall back onto the side of the lounge. His cheeks were flushed and his chest was peppered with spots of red as I slipped a second finger inside of him. He took a deep breath and a bit into his lower lip. He looked like a fine art portrait, I had to capture this moment.

I let his cock fall out of my mouth, and I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans to pull out my phone.

Alex peeked his eyes open and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I have to capture you like this forever.”

I thought he was going to protest, but he just closed his eyes again and opened his mouth.

Oh, fuck… you’re gonna pose for me, baby boy?

I took a few snaps at a couple angles, keeping my fingers stuck firmly inside of him. “Fucking perfection, baby. Look at you.”

I spread my fingers apart inside of him, and he moaned. As he did, I took one last picture, making sure to get his entire body (as well as my fingers disappearing inside of him) as he did so. I pulled my fingers out and he whimpered. I got to my feet and picked him up off the couch. I sat down where he’d been sitting, and he came to rest seated on my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me as I felt around blindly at our sides for the bottle of lube.

Once I found it, I reached around him and poured a generous amount into my palm, then covered my

dick with the silky liquid. I stuck my fingers inside of him again and pumped them in and out a few times, as Alex made soft little squeaks into my mouth when I slid over his prostate.

“You ready for my cock, baby?”

“Yes, please…”

It sounded like a desperate whine. I pulled my fingers out of him and used my hands to raise him off my lap. I held his weight firm with my hands under his ass, and he reached behind him and grabbed hold of the base of my dick. There had been no condoms in his drawer, and he hadn’t asked for one. He looked straight into my eyes as he lined my cock head up with his entrance and then slowly lowered himself down, stretching around me as he opened his mouth and mewed.

He didn’t stop until I was buried inside of him and his ass was flush in my lap.

“Oh, fuck… you’re so big,”

he panted.

“Yeah…”

I was a little breathless from the divine headiness of fucking Alex raw. “Do I fill you up good, baby?”

His eyes were half-lidded now, and he leaned over and nibbled on my shoulder, his chest flush and hot against mine. “Yes, so good,”

he mouthed against my skin before sucking some of it into his mouth. He suckled on my neck like a nursing kitten while I slowly started moving my hips, making small pumps in and out of him while keeping most of my length buried. Once he’d loosened up a little more and had acclimated to my girth, I drew out my thrusts a bit longer and his breath hitched.

He finally pulled his mouth away from my skin and tossed his head back, holding on tight with his arms around my neck. “Oh, uh, uh… Gabe, I need…”

My pulse rate was quickening by the second, and a slick sheen of sweat had broken out on our skin despite the drafty old room plagued by single-paned windows.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I braced my arm around his back and reached up to grab a handful of his hair. “J-ju.. just a l-l-, Oh.. my God…”

“Yeah, just a little faster? Just like that?”

I held him exactly in place and thrust into him, just like he’d asked. His volume level increased two-fold, and he clung on to me tighter. “Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna come riding my cock like a good boy?”

Alex’s whole body tensed up as he threw his head back and howled. I ground my teeth, doing my best to keep my pace steady and hold his position just so…

His hole grew so tight around me that it was painful, and I immediately filled him with every drop I had. Alex cried out one last time before pulling my head in against his chest as cum shot straight up out of his slit. He cursed through his release.

I leaned over as far as I could and managed to catch some of it in my mouth and across my cheek and lips as Alex continued to slam himself down on my cock, milking stream after stream of thick spunk out of him and all over the two of us.

Tom could never…

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alex. Do you know that? You know how fucking perfect you are, baby?

Alex moaned twice more, and his orgasm finally came to an end. There was cum everywhere. To walk in and look at us right now, you would have thought two or three dudes had just blown loads all over us and disappeared. It covered my face, neck and torso, and it was all over Alex. He shuddered, and his legs trembled as he let out a haggard breath. My dick was still stuffed within him. I could feel his inner walls contracting around me.

“You feel better, baby, now that all of that has been fucked out of you?”

I was still rock-hard inside of him as I reached up and brushed my hand across his hair to get the sweat-sticky locks off his forehead. Alex nodded and tried to open his eyes, but it only held for a moment before they slipped closed again. He was still panting.

“Did you finally get fucked by a real man who knows how to take care of you?”

“Ye- yes. Oh m-my g-gggod, yes.”

“Are you gonna spend the rest of your life coming on my fat cock just like this, baby boy?”

He finally opened his eyes and looked at me, his mouth still open, and he licked his lips.

“R-really?”

“I’m going to take care of you forever, sweetheart.”

I shifted us and grabbed hold of his thighs. “Hold on tight.”

I stood up, carrying him, walked across the room, and hoisted him up the stairs, making sure I had a safe and secure grip on his body. Once we were in the bathroom, I let my cock slip out of him, along with a thick stream of my cum, and set him down on the edge of the tub as I turned on the hot water and plugged the drain.

I got down on my knees between his legs and spread them apart until I could see his tender, stretched hole glistening with lube and the cum that was leaking out of him. I stuck my tongue out and slipped it inside of him. It went in with ease. Alex’s legs trembled and he moaned as I licked the inside of him clean.

Once I was finished, the tub was full, and I held on to him for stability as he lowered himself into the warm water. It took every ounce of energy I had left to clean us both up before climbing out of the tub. In the sudsy water, Alex was completely spent, his pretty face lax in slumber. I ended up carrying him to the bedroom.

Wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I tucked him into the covers and slipped into the bed behind him, wrapping my arms around him as he snuggled up against me. There was nothing in the world that could ever come close to replacing this moment.

I drifted off into a deep sleep, Alex softly breathing beside me.