This story contains sexual situations between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. If you are under 18 years of age or you are not legal to read this story, please leave now.

The first few chapters will not have any sexual acts, but I am working my way up to it, it's a story of love, not of pure sex.

This story is purely a work of fiction and I do not know any of the celebrities mentioned. I do not know of their sexualities or any of that, it is merely for my story.

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P.S. thank you for all the nice emails. I hope you guys are still reading and enjoying!!!

P.P.S. Am I the only one that's heard that Alex is cast to be Christian Grey in the Fifty Shades Movie?!?!?!?!?! CAN YOU SAY EXCITED?!


Chapter Two


"An accident? What are you talking about? What kind of accident?" my heart was racing, I was instantly sober and started gathering my things to leave. Alex was right beside me, getting dressed and grabbing his keys, he took my hand and led me out of the house.

"I'll explain it when you get here. We're at the Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Centre. Room 319. It's intensive care, I'll be here, drive safe," my mom's voice was super shakey. I hung up the phone and shoved it back in my pocket. Alex was still leading me to the car. We got into his car and he quickly started driving.

"What hospital, Asher?" he asked quietly.

"UCLA Med Centre."

"Alright, keep breathing and stay with me, everything will be okay."

His voice was comforting but I just didn't want to hear it. I was worried, I didn't know what was wrong, I didn't know who was hurt and how badly. Intensive care, that was serious right? I was shaking and scared and when Alex put his hand on my thigh to try to calm me down, I moved away from him. I didn't want to be touched, I just wanted to be sure that everything was going to be okay.

We pulled up to the hospital and Alex dropped me off at the front door while he went to find a parking spot, I didn't hesitate and practically ran into the hospital. I took the elevator up to the third floor and ran down to find room 319. I saw my mom standing outside and ran to her, hugging her tightly as soon as I was close enough. She was shaking and crying.

"What happened, Mom?"

"It's your father, he got into a really bad car accident, and they aren't sure if he's going to make it."

"What do you mean? They think he won't live? What the fuck happened?!" I looked over as Alex walked up and looked back at my mom.

"He got t-boned by a semi, Asher, it's not good," my mom looked up at me and I could see in her eyes just how torn up she was, how much this was hurting her.

"I'm sorry, mommy," I hugged her tightly, holding her to me. "Are you holding up okay?"

"I'll be fine, do you want to go in and see him?" she asked quietly and I nodded, I reached for Alex's hand, knowing that I would need his strength to see me through this.

I looked into his eyes and spoke softly, "Don't leave me...please."

"I won't," he stepped closer to me and put a hand on my lower back. "Lead the way handsome."

I walked through the hallway and up to the door that kept me from seeing my father. I grabbed Alex's hand and held on tightly, I just couldn't be away from him, he was my rock, I needed him. I pushed open the door and walked through. As soon as I saw my father, I stopped and took a deep breath, trying my hardest not to cry.

"Oh, daddy..." I slowly dropped to my knees and started crying harder than I've ever cried before. He looked so broken. There were dark bruises covering his face and neck. His arm was in a cast and so was his leg. I felt Alex kneel beside me and I leaned into him, continuing to cry.

"He'll be okay, baby, just go talk to him. Tell him you're here, tell him you love him. He won't let you down. Just go talk to him, I'll be right here," Alex said in my ear gently and kissed the top of my head, he helped me up and to a chair next to my father's bed, then he moved away slowly, giving me space. I looked over to see him standing next to the door and motioned for him to stay, I leaned forward and took my dad's soft hand in mine.

"Hi daddy," I started, whispering quietly. "It's me...well, I guess that's pretty stupid of me to say, you probably know that it's me. I'm the only one who calls you daddy and I need to be able to keep calling you that. You can't leave me yet, I'm not ready to let go of you. You have to wake up, daddy. You have to. I can't do this without you, you're my daddy. You take care of me, and I guess it's my turn to take care of you, but you need to give me the chance to do that. Daddy, wake up, please. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me..." Nothing. "Move your fingers, do anything, just let me know that you can hear me." Still nothing. He couldn't hear me.

I stayed beside his bed that night, holding his hand and watching him, listening to him breathe. I couldn't leave, I wouldn't leave. My dad had been there for me through everything and there was no way that I was giving up on him. Alex left at about 10 o'clock that night to go to bed and get ready for the next day, he had talked to the director and explained that he would have to postpone the taping for a while, as he was going to stay with me, which would help a bunch in the coming weeks.

The following day, Alex came back early in the morning to relieve me and let me go take a shower, my eyes were red and puffy. I had spent my night crying and I was exhausted, unable to sleep. Alex walked into the room after knocking twice.

"Hey, babe," he said quietly.

"Hi, c'mon in," I had my forehead resting on the bed, and sighed.

"Hey, let's go for a little bit. You need to shower, and eat something, your mom is here. She's gonna watch him, and she'll call if anything changes. C'mon, let's go get you a shower," his voice was low and his accent was thick.

I had no energy left and I just nodded and stood slowly, I leaned over and kissed my dad's forehead.

"I love you dad, wake up and come back to us," I pressed my forehead against his and closed my eyes. Alex's hand intertwined with mine and I pulled away from my dad, slowly leaving the room with Alex. We left the hospital slowly and I slid into Alex's car. He pulled out of the parking lot and we started our trek to our home. "Don't die, you're not allowed. I can't let you leave me, ever."

"Oh gosh, baby. I'm gonna die one day, everyone has to. But I promise, I won't go before you do, it'll happen at the same time, there's no way that I can live without you," he reached over and put his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently.

I just looked over at him and watched his face as he drove, he looked over at me a few times, just to see my face and I smiled at him. It felt good to sit in this car with him, like this. Even under these circumstances, it felt good to be with him. When we pulled into the driveway of Alex's place, I got out of the car and sluggishly walked up to the door, I let myself in and barely made it upstairs and to the bed before I passed out, I don't remember even laying down.

When I woke up, it was a few hours later and I was under the covers in a chilly room with only boxers on. There was a note beside me on the pillow.


Hey baby,

I went to get some breakfast, I found out that you haven't kept anything in this freaking house while I've been away.

Anyways, take a shower and relax a bit.

I'll be home soon.

Love you always,



I took the note and put it on the nightstand, next to a picture of me and Alex. As I stood up, I stretched, reaching my hands up as far to the 14 foot ceilings as I could. My back snapped and popped and I groaned, feeling some tension release from my body as it did. I stripped my boxers off, leaving them where they fell on the floor and walked into the huge en-suite bathroom. The marble floors were a sharp cold on my bare feet and I smiled at the little notes all over the bathroom, telling me how much Alex loved me and what he wanted to do to me, just trying to make me smile. It worked, I went into the shower with a grin on my face, despite everything going on at that moment, the man that I loved had managed to garner a true smile out of a sad soul. Before I stepped into the shower, I noticed a note stuck to the outside of the glass door.

Use my body wash,

it'll relax your muscles better than yours does.

Oh, and I love you.


I smiled and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting the almost instantly hot water cascade down around me. I started washing my hair first, rubbing my scalp slowly, trying to relax myself while doing so. After I had rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I indulged in a little bit of very expensive conditioner. My body came next, I did what Alex had asked, I washed my body slowly and methodically with his relaxing body wash. By the time I was finished in the shower, I could feel that my body was entirely relaxed. I stepped out from the glass enclosure and saw a soft white towel in front of me. Oh, Alex must have stopped in here and left me a towel, what a sweetheart.

I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom, preferring to leave my stubble the way that it was.

"Hey, Alex?" I called out into the bedroom and hopefully my voice carried out into the other rooms.

"One second!" I could hear him in the spare room which made me smile, he liked to hide things in there. He hid my engagement ring in there, he's been known to hide presents in there. He's not very creative in that aspect. Soon, Alex was standing in front of me in the bedroom, his eyes scanning over my naked upper body.

"Like the view?" I asked, playfully.

"Oh, it's the best view on the planet," he smiled shyly at me and I moved over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for the notes, and the body wash, and the towel, and everything. You're making this much easier on me and it really did help to use your body wash."

"Well, it's what I'm here for. I told you that I would always take care of you, and this just so happens to be one of those times when I need to. And, to be honest, I rather enjoy taking care of the man that always has it so together."

I smiled at the man in front of me and made my way into the closet and started drying off and getting dressed, donning a pair of old blue jeans, which were faded and fit perfectly to my body over the many years of wearing them. Under them, I wore a pair of high dollar boxer briefs. And on the upper half of my body, I pulled on a black t-shirt. I slid one of my watches on, choosing not to take the most expensive one, the one that Alex had gotten me for Christmas. I sprayed myself twice with cologne and finger brushed my hair where I wanted, even though it was still wet. I checked myself in the full length mirror and noticed Alex standing in the doorway, watching me.

"Hm?" I asked, slipping my feet into a pair of cloth flip flops.

"You're just so damn good looking," he moved over to me and wrapped his arms around my middle, his head ending up between my shoulders.

"Well thank you, you aren't too bad yourself," I placed my hands on top of his and squeezed gently. "What do you have on the go today?"

"I have a call with my director in about an hour and a half and then I have the rest of the day free. He wants to talk about my decision to postpone filming..."

I looked at him, noticing that he wasn't smiling. I hated seeing him like this, he need to be happy.

"If you need to go and finish taping, I'll understand baby. I'll be okay. Yes, I'll miss you, but you need to do what you need to do. You can't always be putting your life on hold for me. You have a job to do and if you don't finish it, you won't get paid for it. And people will be disappointed in you. I know...you're not lacking in money," he was giving me a look, the I-don't-need-anymore-money look.

"You need me, so I will be here. They can tape the scenes that I'm not in, while I'm home. There's not much left to tape anyways, and everyone needed a break. This just happened to happen at an opportune time. But, you need me, and I will take care of you. I better go do this phone call and then we can go back to the hospital, okay? There's some bagels and cream cheese in the kitchen and I picked up the newspaper too. Go sit and eat," he kissed my cheek as I nodded and then left to his study to take the phone call from his director. As I walked past the open door towards the kitchen, I heard faint words of his phone call.

"I'm in LA...Asher needs me...His father is in the hospital and is unconscious! You cannot expect me to be there right now when he desperately needs me here. I refuse to be that guy...I'm not sure how long I'll be...No! I said no. He needs me here. The other actors needed a break too, I'm not the only one...Calm down! I'm coming back...give me at least a week...I need to make sure that everything is okay here." He continued to talk and I walked into the room, leaned over and kissed his neck sweetly.

I whispered to him, "I love you, thank you," then left to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar. We had recently hired a housekeeper, who was an amazing cook, even though I felt completely comfortable in the kitchen. It saved us both time, as we were constantly busy, and it made this house a lot less lonely when he was away for work. Mrs. Bentley smiled at me when I made my entrance and set about making me something to eat.

"Oh! Mrs. Bentley, if you don't mind, I'll just have some granola and yogurt," I smiled at her.

"Of course, sir. Just give me a few moments."

"You can call me Asher, you know that," she was always so formal with me and it felt odd.

"I feel more comfortable calling you sir, or Mr. Lennox," she said to me softly.

"Alright, I understand," I played with the place mat in front of me until the wonderful lady placed a bowl on the place mat. She knew exactly how I liked it, layered, yogurt, granola, yogurt, granola. I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle much in my stomach so I started eating slowly.

"Mr. Pettyfer won't be happy if you don't eat," Mrs. Bentley said to me, frowning.

"He doesn't need to know," I was picking at my food, eating slowly and taking small bites of it.

"I don't need to know what?" I jumped a little as Alex walked into the kitchen. "Grace, I'll have scrambled eggs and toast, if you don't mind."

I looked at Alex, "Wait a second, your note said that you went out and bought breakfast."

He looked guilty, "I went and picked up bagels, but I had some other stuff to do too."

"Alright...as long as it's nothing bad, we'll be okay," I continued to pick at my food, I just didn't have the stomach to eat. Knowing that my father was in the hospital, still not awake, really left my stomach in knots, not leaving much room for food at all.

"Baby, you need to eat, please..." Alex was frowning at me.

"Alex, I'm okay, I'm just nervous and not hungry."

"Eat what you can, please...just...please try."

"I am trying, don't push me. I'm fine."

Mrs. Bentley placed a plate of food in front of Alex and smiled, she saw that I wasn't taking any more bites out of my yogurt and held her hand out for the bowl, I smiled as I handed it over to her and I mouthed my thanks. She was great, I don't know what we hadn't hired her before. Alex was frowning at me, and I just looked down at my hands in my lap, picking at my fingers. I saw and felt Alex's hand as it closed over both of mine.

"He's going to be okay, you need to stop worrying. Everything will be fine."

I sighed, of course it would be okay, Alex would make sure that it's okay. I got up from my chair and kissed Alex's head, squeezing his shoulder gently.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth, finish up so that we can go finish my old man. I need to know that he's going to be okay, I need to hear it and see it," I left the room and went to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I stood at my sink and stared into my reflection. I quickly started brushing my teeth, making faces at myself in the mirror to prevent myself from crying. I felt Alex in the room before I saw him.

"Hi," he said softly as he took up his position beside me, starting to brush his teeth. I spit and rinsed my mouth then leaned over and kissed Alex's shoulder.

"Hi," I moved behind Alex and I wrapped my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder. Alex leaned over and spit, making me move my head and loosen my hold on his waist a little bit. He smelled so good, he always smelled so good. How did he always smell this fucking good? When he stood back up I buried my nose in his hair and inhaled deeply, just taking in the scent that was Alex.

"How do you smell so good?" I whispered, keeping my face in his hair. I looked up into the mirror and saw him smiling at me, he shrugged a little bit and his cheeks got the slightest touch of pink. "Shall we go?" He nodded at me and we slowly walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. We went to the garage and quickly slid into one of Alex's many cars, I was in the passenger seat, knowing that I was too shakey to drive, not trusting myself with my life as well as Alex's.

I watched Alex as he drove to the hospital, carefully, going the speed limit the entire way. I appreciated his concern, knowing that he normally would be driving much faster and being a complete dick about his driving. Alex's hand moved to my knee, squeezing gently and then moved back to the gear shifter. I looked over at him and he smiled at me. I was starting to get more and more nervous as we got closer to the hospital, I was chewing on my bottom lip and watching Alex's profile. His straight nose and perfectly shaped lips, and the cleft in his chin, I watched the smile stretch across his lips and I couldn't help the smile that mirrored his on my face. Alex pulled up to the front door of the hospital and stopped.

"I'll meet you in there, I know what room he's in," he said softly to me. I leaned over and kissed him before getting out of the car and making my way into the hospital and up to my father's room. I knocked on the door before walking in slowly, I saw my mom sitting in the corner beside his bed. She looked so frail, her eyes were dark, rimmed with red and she had dark circles under her eyes. I walked over to her and gently placed my arm around her.

"Mom...it's okay, he'll wake up," I tried to be reassuring but I had a feeling that she knew that I was just trying to calm her down, because I was feeling the same as her right now. I walked over as close as I could to my dad and leaned down, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and whispered, "Hi, daddy, I'm here now, and Alex will be here soon. We miss you, you need to come back to us...please daddy." I felt two hands rest on my shoulders and I looked up to see Alex looking at me.

"He'll wake up, just give him time."

Apparently he had seen the tears in my eyes. I sighed and nodded, kissed my dad's forehead once more then sat down on the chair beside my mom. Alex leaned over and whispered in my dad's ear, I didn't hear what he said, but when he stood he was smiling slightly and he touched my dad's hand. I watched him be gentle with one of the most important people in my life, and it warmed my heart. He moved away from my dad's side and sat beside me on the arm of the chair, his arm draped across my shoulders.

"Mom, did you get any sleep last night?" I asked quietly.

"How could I? The man that I love is laying in a hospital bed, hurt, and I can't do anything to help...he won't wake up, he won't respond. How can I sleep, knowing that he might not wake up?" she was trying not to cry and failed at the last moment, choking on a sob. I quickly slipped out of the chair and wrapped her in my arms. It was in that moment that I knew, if Alex were laying in that bed, I would be in the same, if not worse condition. I just held her in my arms and let her cry, knowing she needed this. I kept her in my arms, not daring to let her go.



I was laying my head on the hospital bed of my father, breathing shallowly and talking. Murmuring stories of nothingness. I figured that just hearing my voice might bring him back. It had been 5 days and 14 hours since he had gotten in the accident. He had been in two surgeries, one to place a few pins and screws in his leg, and the other to repair some muscles in his arm. I was watching him sleep and I felt more than saw Alex walk into the room.

"Baby," I looked up to see him walking up to me with a bag full of food, I could smell it. Chinese food! Oh my god, no wonder I loved this man.

"You better have dry ribs in there, or don't even bother bringing that any closer," I smiled at him and he pulled the small table over and started emptying the contents. Dry ribs, chicken fried rice, and ginger beef. Man, my man knew my stomach well. At that point, my stomach decided to growl loudly, indicating its hunger. I grabbed the ribs and started eating them slowly and I heard a groan from my dad, I set the food down and squeezed his hand. "Dad?"

"Water..." he groaned softly. I obliged, filling a glass with a little bit of water and letting him sip it slowly. "You brought dry ribs, and I can't even enjoy them? How rude..." his voice was hoarse, but he was joking. That was a good sign.

"Alex, honey, can you go tell the nurses that dad's awake?" I gave him a bit more water to drink and then stroked his hair back. "You gave us quite a scare, old man."

"Where's your mom?"

"I'll call her in a minute, I just wanna make sure that you're going to be okay."

When the nurse came into the room, I stepped out to call my mom, letting her know that dad was awake and asking for her. I made my way back into the room to spend the time with him until she got there. I couldn't help smiling, seeing that my dad was attentive and responding to us, it made me so happy knowing that he was going to be okay.

"Daddy...?" the nurse had left and Alex was taking a nap in the chair beside me.

"What's wrong?" he took one look at me and already knew something was wrong, oh this was gonna be tough.

"I was so scared that you weren't going to wake up, I'm so glad that you're back, just don't scare us anymore," I was shaking a bit and he reached out to hold my hand.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I still have to see you all growed up, getting married to that man over there, and I have to see at least one grandchild brought into the world," he squeezed my hand gently and winked at me.

"What if I'm not good enough though...?"

"Stop thinking like that, you are too good for me," Alex sat up and looked at me. "You always think that you're not good enough and every time I tell you that you will always be too good for me. You put up with so much of my crap, and you're still around. I don't deserve you, not the other way around so please, stop. If you think you're crap, what do you think that makes me? I asked you to marry me, hoping that one day I could measure up to you. I need you to know that I love you and I will always love you."

I sat there and blinked at him then looked down at my hands in my lap.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be, just remember that if you weren't good enough, we wouldn't be together. I would do anything for you, you know that."

"I know," I took a deep breath and smiled at Alex. I looked up to see my mom walking into the room. "We should go so that my mom and dad can talk for a while. I'll see you later daddy," I kissed his cheek gently, Alex shook his hand and we left making our way down to the main floor and out into the bright day, heading towards Alex's car. I felt his fingers snake through mine and I squeezed gently.

"You don't hold my hand in public anymore," he was pouting a bit.

"I just don't want to put you in a position where your picture is all over the magazines again, it's just been starting to settle down. I want to be happy with you and maybe help things settle down."

Alex turned to me and took my face in his hands, "You're really dumb sometimes, yanno that?" he smiled, showing me he was joking. "I love you, I'm in love with you, I don't care what the paparazzi thinks, I will do whatever I please in public with you, no matter how often I am in the tabloids. I want you to do what you would normally do. Hold my hand, kiss me, hug me, give me piggy backs, make me give you piggy backs. I want this to work, Asher, and I know that it won't unless you're completely comfortable. And yes, it did just start to slow down because they thought we were broken up for good and now that we're back together, there's nothing worth putting in the papers. Now kiss me, and show me how much you love me," his voice was getting huskier. I leaned down a little and connected my lips to Alex's and let my body relax.

"Take me home, Alex. Just take me home."

"Alright, let's go," he said quietly, his accent thick and strong.

"Did you know that when you get horny, your accent gets all yummy?" I blushed a bit, realizing what I said but then shrugged and wrapped my arm around Alex's shoulders, walking with him to his car, I slid into the car and he slid into the other side. Quickly we were on our way towards the mansion that was once known as ours. I didn't feel comfortable calling it mine again, just yet. That would take time and I think that Alex knew that.

The drive to the house was quiet, but filled with touches and squeezes and looks that told the other exactly what we were thinking.

"Stop looking at me like that," Alex muttered to me, his voice husky and low.

"Like what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Like you're gonna fuck my brains out if I stop driving."

"Well...that's how I feel in not so many words."

"Mmmm...not fair," his hand travelled up my thigh and squeezed just under where my dick was resting in my jeans.

"That's not fair," I put my hand on his and moved it to cup my already hardening member.

"You're gonna make me get in an accident. Behave."

"You behave, you're the one that put your hand there in the first place."

"I didn't think you'd do that."

"Just drive," I smiled at him and turned up the music, trying to distract myself a little bit.

Alex pulled into the driveway of his house and there was an unfamiliar car sitting parked in front of the stairs.

"Who's car is that?" I asked quietly.

"I don't know...Stay here."

Alex stepped out of the car and made his way up to the house. There was no way that I was just gonna sit here and watch him risk his life if this was serious. I got out of the car and followed him into the house. I saw clothes scattered everywhere and bit my lip. What the hell is going on in here? I continued my trek into the house, looking for Alex everywhere.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" I heard Alex screaming from upstairs. I decided that it would be best if I went up there to see who was here and what they were doing. I made my way up the stairs and saw Alex standing in the doorway to the bedroom. "Seriously, Dianna, get the fuck out. You haven't been welcome here in a long fucking time, you need to leave."

"Alex, what's going on?" I asked quietly, still wondering who the hell was in his bedroom.

"Asher, please go downstairs, I'll explain in a minute," he looked tired and frustrated and I could see the anger in his eyes.

"Who's in there?" I was shaking a little bit, I didn't want to have to go through this again.

"Asher, please. Just listen to me for a few minutes. Go downstairs, go to the kitchen, make a drink. Just go and relax," he was getting angrier.

"Alright...fine..." I ducked my head and went back downstairs, I went to the kitchen and started mixing myself a drink. Who is that up there?

Not long after, I saw Alex stalk down the stairs in front of Dianna Agron. Oh shit...

"Please don't ever come back. And pick up all your shit, take it with you. If you haven't seen, or heard, I've been in a committed relationship with that man" he pointed at me, "for three years. You have no chance with me, I will be with him until the day that I die. Don't EVER try to get between us again or I WILL take out a restraining order on you," he was angry and trying to remain calm, I watched him clench and unclench his fists over and over again. I walked over to him and handed him my drink then placed my hands on his shoulders.

Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered, "Just breathe, it's okay."

"I'm sorry, Alex and you too, Asher. I shouldn't have come and I definitely shouldn't have bothered you. I'm just so sorry," she gathered her things and left quickly.

"Alright," I turned Alex around to face me. "Are you gonna tell me what all that was about?"

"Ughhh, please don't make me."

"I'm not making you do anything, but I would like to know what has my boyfriend so upset, and why the hell she was even here. Didn't you date her like just before you started dating me? Why was she here?" I knew I was badgering him, but I needed to know.

"Yes, I dated her before I started dating you. She wanted me back, she saw that we weren't together anymore and thought that was still happening, even though we've been in the papers together recently. She was naked up there and trying to get me to fuck her. I didn't want you to see that, and I didn't want you to hear what I said to her. Thank you for coming downstairs when I asked. It made it much easier for me to talk to her and get her out of here. I'm sorry, Ash. I didn't know that she would do that. I thought I was never gonna have to deal with her again," he looked ashamed and sad.

"It's alright, thank you for telling me the truth," I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my body. "Breathe babe, it's all gonna be okay. She's gone now, just relax."

"Just don't be mad at me...please," his forehead was resting against my chest.

"I'm not bad, sweetheart. Worried, yes. But not mad," I held him closer to me, keeping my arms around him tight.

"Don't let go."

"Never. Let's go upstairs and relax for a little bit, you should call the director and see if you guys can get back on track with the filming," I moved a bit so one arm was around Alex's shoulders and started leading him upstairs.

"I don't wanna leave you yet," we were walking together slowly up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I pulled away from Alex and put my hands on the bottom of his shirt, slowly I started pulling it up, revealing his smooth skin, his tattoos and his wonderful muscles.

"Then don't," I placed a kiss against his lips gently and slid my hands over his smooth upper body. "You are quite handsome, yanno that?" I leaned in and kissed his neck gently, while moving my hands down to start unbuttoning his jeans. Who wears button fly jeans anymore?! "Don't wear button fly jeans anymore," I laughed quietly while working my way down his fly. I slowly slipped the jeans down his legs and kneeled to slip his shoes off then slip his jeans off his feet and finally pulled his socks off.

When I stood back up, he was staring at me, "What?" I asked quietly.

"You're amazing. I am SO in love with you," he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me, taking my breath away. His tongue slipped through the barricade of my lips to meet mine and started a war against mine.

As I broke the kiss, I whispered, "It's a good thing that I love you, too." I slowly started to kiss down his neck and down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples, gently sucking on them and flicking them with my tongue. His soft moan was enough encouragement for me to continue my trek lower, as I kissed and licked my way down, I placed soft bites on his tender skin. I came into contact with the waistband of his boxer briefs and I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up into his eyes and slowly started to lower his boxer briefs, watching his engorged member come into view.

"You're so beautiful," he said to me as I slowly wrapped my lips around him and lowered down onto him, taking him into my mouth slowly. He was interrupted by a moan while I continued down his shaft, taking him to the hilt slowly. I moved back up, running my tongue along the ridges of his dick and started bobbing slowly. I was running my hands up Alex's thighs towards his balls when he stopped me. "You need to stop, or I'm going to cum."

I immediately pulled off of him and stood up, I took off my shirt quickly and slipped out of the rest of my clothes as fast as I could. Alex and I moved closer to the bed and he slowly laid back while I climbed on top of him, straddling his slender hips.

"Hi," I whispered softly.

"Mm, hello Mr. Lennox," he whispered just as quietly and ran his hands up and down my thighs.

"What are you thinking?" I leaned down and started nibbling on his earlobe.

"How badly I want to take you right here right now," he groaned quietly as a response to my ministrations on his ear.

"Then do so," I smiled softly and I heard Alex's loud groan as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to completely rest on top of him, I could feel just how hard he was underneath me. "Oh, baby."

"Grab a condom, you know where they are."

I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand, inadvertently rubbing my ass across Alex's dick. I heard and felt his sharp intake of air and smiled. I loved knowing that he was as turned on as he was. I loved knowing that everything that I was doing was turning him on and that he was at my mercy. Before I closed the drawer, I grabbed the lube. It had been awhile since I had last felt him inside me and I knew that it was going to be sore. Once I had both items, I looked at Alex and he quickly flipped us over so he was on top, reading my mind.

He looked down at me and took the lube from me, he slicked up two of his fingers and gently rubbed the lube around my entrance, slowly sliding one finger in. I moaned, welcoming the known digit. Soon, Alex was adding the second finger and working them in and out of me, loosening me and making me moan loudly and slightly out of control. I felt his fingers leave me and heard the rip of the condom package, I waited and soon felt the familiar feeling of his dick pressing against my entrance.

"Be gentle, it's been awhile," I said softly.

"You mean you haven't done this yourself or anything since...?" he asked and stroked my hair and face with the hand that wasn't holding his dick in place against me.


"Alright, just breathe, you know how this works," he smiled and kissed me gently, taking my breath away and relaxing me and slowly started to work his way into me. My face was twisted up into a wince and I had the comforter wrapped tightly in my hands. "Breathe baby, just breathe," Alex was stroking my hair and face and kissing me gently over and over again, trying to get me to relax around him, finally I relaxed and he moved the rest of the way into me. I breathed a sigh of relief and Alex stopped for a few moments, letting me adjust to his intrusion.

After a few minutes, Alex started to recede and then push back in. I was moaning lowly at first but as his speed picked up, I started moaning louder, my breathing ragged and loud.

"Oh goddddd," I moaned and scratched at Alex's back as he thrusted into me harder and faster. I moved my legs to wrap around his waist and pulled him in closer. I wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled his chest down onto mine and started kissing him as if my life depended on it, while he continued to fuck my brains out.

When Alex broke the kiss, he murmured, "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck." He thrust into me one more time and stopped, shooting his load deep inside me. Feeling his cock jump and expand inside me set me off, making me shoot my load between us, both of us moaning the other's name loudly. As we came down from our orgasm, we were breathing heavy. I looked at Alex and started laughing softly, he joined me and soon we were laughing so hard that there were tears coming out of our eyes.

"Nap?" I asked quietly, seeing Alex yawn.

"Mmmh," he rested his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

"A, we're gonna be stuck together if you fall asleep like this," I stroked his hair slowly, running my hand down his back as I completely one stroke through his hair.

"Don't care. And you never call me A, what the hell?"

I shrugged and smiled, "I don't know, but if you must sleep on top of me then do so."

Slowly Alex fell asleep while I stroked his hair and back, humming quietly. I quickly followed him in the world of dreams.



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