Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:27:37 -0400 From: branjenki@gmail.com Subject: Jace-Alexander Chapter 2 This chapter is dedicated to: Tristian, DC, Paul, Bill, Joseph, Richard, Mick, Rob, DJ, Larry, Lee, Stu, Barry, Brett, Kevin, Tim, and Sam. Love you guys. ******************************************************************************* Last time... My dick free from its denim confinements slapped up against my abs, leaking. Christian smiled again and got up off the bed to remove his own pants. As he did so, I slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me. His dick is sticking straight out at me, bigger than mine is and wider too. I kiss and lick his abs as he runs his hands through my hair and whispers words of encouragements, softly moaning. I look up at him as I reach the base of his penis and stare tauntingly as I lick my way down his length to his flared mushroom head. As I'm about to take his head into my mouth, Christian stifles a moan and my heart starts to pound as I hear knocking on my door... "Jace-Alex?" ******************************************************************************* I'm sure if someone could see us now, they'd be laughing their asses off. Well...they'd probably be rather aroused as well... But, Christian towering over me, naked, his very hard dick dangling on my tongue, and our eyes frantically moving back and forth between the door and each other had to be a funny sight. I, however, was too busy freaking out to see the humor. "Oh shit," I said as I jumped off the bed, stepping on Christian's toes. I lost my balance and fell into his chest. He winced but then steadied me, wrapping his arms around my torso. "Jace-Alex, are you OK?" came Victoria's voice from the other side of the door. I put my open palms on his chest and pushed him away. "You cannot be here!" I hissed. "Hide!" Spotting my bathrobe hanging on my closet door, I quickly shrugged it on as Christian grabbed his clothes. My dorm room is small, but fortunately, you can't see most of it from the doorway. I made my way to the door, wildly hoping that I appeared calm when I opened it. V was standing there looking concerned. "Hey, what took you so long? Are you OK? I heard moaning..." she fired rapidly, examining me closely and, to my horror, trying to get a glimpse of the room behind me. "Um, what? No, I'm fine. I mean, yeah, I think I hit my head when I went down earlier..." I lied, badly. "Mm, yeah, I saw Christian carry you over the threshold -- he told me what happened. He looked so damn pleased with himself. You sure you don't wanna go to the SCC?" she asked. "What? No, it's not that bad, I'll just take it easy for a bit," I managed to get out, my heart rate quickening at the mention of Christian. "No, Jace, not your head. I meant you should go to the SCC and talk to someone about your manorexia," she quipped with a fake expression of worry on her face. "You can't handle an eating disorder alone." "Ha, shut up, I do not have an eating disorder. You're just jeal' `cause I look better in your pants than you do," I joked nervously while shifting forward to allow her even less visual access to the room. "Cute. So I'm here to take you to food. You know, that stuff we humans need to survive. But, oh, I guess you're going to shower? What's that pink stuff on your neck?" she asked quizzically, peering closer for a better look. I blushed furiously and hoped to God that she wasn't seeing the beginnings of a hickey. I looked down and started to wipe at my neck with my hand but went rigid as a board when I heard Christian's voice from behind me. "Oh, that's just the shake I got him. Jap here is a little clumsy," he said, coming toward us fully dressed with his bag over his shoulder, that impossible smirk on his face. "Oh," V said, slightly taken aback. "You're still here." There was a pregnant pause as V looked at Christian and then at my bathrobe and flustered expression. I felt like my hand had been caught in the cookie jar. "I just wanted to make sure he was feeling better before-" Christian started. "He was just leaving," I blurted out. They both turned their attention to me, puzzled expressions on their faces. I was cornered; it was only a matter of time before V put two and two together. I looked at Christian pointedly. "Bye," I said, a tad more forcefully than necessary. Thankfully, he just shrugged, stepped past V, and disappeared down the hall. I counted down the seconds in my head before V would snap around and grill me. And, here we go... "What was that all about?" she asked. "Nothing, he was just being nice." "Psh, not for nothing; I'm sure he thought you passing out would be a perfect opportunity to try and get into your pants..." "Ha, no, nothing like that. I'm gonna grab a shower and then we can go down and eat, OK? OK. Bye." And before she could say anything else, I closed the door in her face. Leaning back against the wall, I tried to regain control of my nerves. I started to imagine the hell I'd be in if V found out what just happened with Christian. Victoria, Michael and I have known each other since we were ten years old. We were inseparable throughout junior high and high school. While all our parents were waiting for either Michael or me to fall for Victoria, that day never came. I'd known for a long time that I was attracted to guys and thanks to my dads, I knew it was OK to be gay. However, I didn't rule out girls completely until I was about 14. Michael surprised all of us and came out shortly after, and we were together all throughout high school. It never got weird between the three of us -- if anything, we all grew closer after Michael and I started dating. We dealt with a lot of bullshit for being an out gay couple in school, so the three of us were super tight. We all looked out for one another, especially my little brother Ashley, who also had to put up with jeers and nonsense for having a gay brother and two gay dads. Naturally, we all wanted to go away to college together, but Michael won an internship in Manhattan. Therefore, he went to Columbia, and V and I moved to Chicago. V is my best friend on the planet, but I couldn't talk to her about this. I don't even know how I let it happen. What's wrong with me? I slid down the wall and let the guilt wash over me. This was all Christian's fault. I'd never so much as flirted with another guy before, much less fooled around with one. That conniving muscle head weaseled his way in with his stupid milkshake and made me slip. What did he want with me anyway? What part of "I have a boyfriend" doesn't he understand? I couldn't get the image of his smug face out of my head. Why'd I give in? Just another guy who fell for his bullshit charm. I felt so incredibly stupid. While it was easy to blame Christian, I knew I couldn't really rationalize my behavior. It's not as if he forced me to take his finger into my mouth. Or made me kiss him. He didn't shove his dick into my mouth either. Amazingly, my own dick began to stir just thinking about him. Do I have any self-control? I shook my head but I couldn't shake off the guilt. Slipping into my flip-flops, I grabbed my bath stuff and towel and made my way to the showers. It was the middle of the day so they were empty; just the hot water and me. My chest was sticky from the milkshake and there were a few tender spots on my neck from Christian's assault. And of course, remembering that caused my meat to thicken. I lathered my cock up but I refused to jerk off. The only thing keeping me going was that neither of us came; we didn't go all the way. I still have some self-control. And to make sure I retained the little that I had left, I was determined to keep my distance from Christian. So I left little Jace-Alex to dangle between my thighs and rinsed off. Back in my room, I looked into the mirror and decided to just try to forget about the whole thing for now. I was ravenous at that point so I quickly dressed into a pair of dark, skinny Levi's, a v-neck, and a form-fitting, royal blue sweatshirt. Catching my reflection again, I felt a little guilty for wearing jeans that displayed my bubble butt so nicely. But, I shrugged it off and went to knock on V's door. She came out almost immediately. "I'm starving! Let's go," she said. Downstairs in the dining hall, I was noticeably tense. I didn't want V to start asking questions about earlier and I definitely didn't want to see Christian lurking about. V could tell something was up, so I told her it was just finals week stress. She let it drop but I knew she expected a more thorough explanation soon. Halfway through my cheeseburger, my BlackBerry chimed. Apparently, Miyachi Sensei had received Christian's email. Those warm, appreciative feelings started to come back until I mentally slapped myself. Christian is the devil. Sensei asked about my condition and offered me the chance to make up the exam today if I was up for it. She didn't mention any alternative though so I didn't want to push my luck. I shoved down a few more fries, gave V a potato-y kiss on the cheek, and dashed back upstairs to grab my stuff. As I made my way to the door, I frowned when I saw Christian standing in front of it. I cleared my throat behind him and he turned around, a slightly confused look turning into his trademark smirk before long. I gave him the best look of contempt I could muster. "Uh, hey," he said. "Uh, hey," I mimed back, nastily. I motioned for him to move out of the way, and once he did, I unlocked my door and grabbed my coat and bag. "Oh, you're headed out? I was hoping we could talk..." "Yeah? Well I was hoping we could stop talking. Period." Christian noticed the tone of my voice and the serious expression I was wearing and I guess it caught him off guard. Oh well, not my problem. "Where's this coming from, what's your deal?" "OK, whatever. Look, you've had your fun. I feel like shit. Happy? I'm not playing your game anymore." "What game? Jap, listen, I was just gonna say that-" "My fucking name isn't Jap!" I snapped way too loudly. I glanced around the empty hallway to make sure I hadn't attracted anyone's attention. When I focused on Christian again, there were no signs of that smirk on his face. He looked...sad. Whatever. "Look, for the last time. I. Have. A. Boyfriend." I said quietly. Christian looked like he was about to say something but whatever it was never came out. "I just need you to back off. Stay away." And with that, I left him there. Maybe I was harsh, but clearly, he hadn't gotten the message before now. That was really all the thought I could spare for Christian because as I remembered where I was heading, I quickly started to review kanji in my head. There's no room in my life for Christian. He just doesn't fit. ******************************************************************************* About two hours later I was excusing myself from Miyachi Sensei's office with a `Shitsureishimasu' and making my way back towards the dorm. For the first time all day, I was feeling good about myself. I was pretty sure that I had aced my Japanese final and, since that was my last exam, I was done for the quarter. Even though I was staying in Chicago until Saturday, my winter break had officially begun. Mini woot. My little happy party didn't last long, though. Halfway back home my BlackBerry rang again. A picture of Michael hugging me from behind and kissing me on the cheek popped up on the screen and my stomach sank. "Hello." "Congratulations, Phoenix. How'd you do?" "Oh. Pretty well, I think. I'm a little worried about Calc, but you know me, I'm a worrier. It should be fine." "That's my boy. I have to say, I'm a bit jealous. Here you are starting your vacation and my finals aren't for another two weeks." "Ah, what can I say? We can't all be as blessed..." "Ha, well you know what's keeping me going?" "That V's coming home on Saturday?" I jokingly asked. "Haha, you little bitch. Yes, I'm excited to see V's bony ass, too, but you know I can't wait to see you. I miss you so much." The guilt flooded over me again. What normal person would cheat on a guy this great? What's wrong with me? "I miss you, too, Mike" I replied, my eyes going a little misty. "Hey, don't get down, babe," he said, hearing the emotion in my voice. "Only a few more days." I nodded into the phone. I knew he couldn't see me, but I didn't trust my voice at the moment. "Hey, I gotta run. I work harder than the guys who are actually getting paid to be here, ha. Party hard for the next few days and then come back to me, alright?" "OK. Love you," I said, feeling like a dirty liar. "Love you, too." ******************************************************************************* I made it back to the dorm at around 6p and dodged some of my friends on their way to dinner. Physically, I was tired, but emotionally, I was exhausted. All I really wanted was my pillow and a blanket. Nevertheless, after telling V I was making it an early night and curling up beneath my covers, I found sleep elusive. I kept playing the day's events over and over in my mind and I started to realize what was wrong with me. I was attracted to Christian. After talking to Michael, I felt guilty admitting it to myself, but I knew it was true. I liked him. He'd been coming onto me practically since we'd met, so it was my unconscious routine to diminish any of his good qualities. But, if I took the `Christian defenses' down again, I could see them. Though I tried my best not to show him, Christian made me laugh all the time. And although I liked to think of him as a dumb jock, it really wasn't the case; no one could afford to be dumb here. Even though he was on both the baseball and the swim team, Christian had helped me out with Japanese a few times this quarter, having taken the same class last year. And I'd seen him go out of his way for his friends – hell, he went out of his way for me today, and we're not even close. And, the kicker: despite all my efforts not to notice, Christian was, is, pure sex. He's gorgeous. And I live in the same dorm as him. I've seen him in the morning before a shower, I've seen him exhausted after an all-nighter or an intense game, and he's always glowing. If I had started school in Chicago single, I'd be lucky to have such a stud after me. Even though I'm not single, I can't help but admit how exciting he is. No one's ever pursued me the way he has. Michael and I were such good friends that it was natural for us to give it a shot, and while he's one of the most important people in my life, there wasn't necessarily any romance leading up to us being together. Even now, we're sweet to each other, but I don't know, I guess there's a passion missing between us. When Christian was on top of me earlier today, his eyes boring into mine and his lust nearly tangible, it drove me wild because I'd never experienced it before. If I was being honest with myself, I knew I wanted to experience it again. But, who was I to throw away a good thing? Michael may not be a muscle stud, but he's beautiful to me. Besides that, he's been with me through everything. I know that there are a handful of guys who've been scorned by Christian. When you're that attractive, you have your pick. Who's to say Christian won't just ditch me after he's had his way? I'd be a fool to throw away everything I have for the unknown. ...Right? ******************************************************************************* We were lying side by side, holding hands and kissing. I had missed the familiarity of his mouth against mine – he tasted good. As our tongues began to dance, I shifted my leg between his and brought my hand up to caress his face. I broke the kiss and pulled back, and though it was dark, I could just make out his button nose and his blue eyes, radiating content. I raised myself over him and kissed his forehead, and then his nose, and then his lips again as both my legs found their way between his and our dicks touched. I slithered my way down his body, licking his throat and giving special attention to his hardened nipples. If I wanted, I could set my watch by Michael's moans; I knew his body so well that it was easy to elicit his sexy sounds. I kissed and licked his flat stomach, my left hand still tweaking his nipple while my right made its way toward his tight ass. His legs rose instinctively as my head finally made it between his thighs. I teased him for a while, broadly licking from his balls to his slit again and again while I rubbed his hole with two fingers. I looked up to see his baby blues focused on me, silently begging me to continue. I obliged by sucking his balls into my mouth one by one, and his head promptly flew back again once I inserted a finger into his waiting hole. I licked my way back up his raging shaft and lapped up the sweet puddle of love juice that had collected near his belly button. Relishing the taste, I dived down on his dick, taking its entire length into my mouth. Michael really began to moan in earnest as I simultaneously bobbed up and down on his manhood and played with his pucker. With two fingers deep in his ass, I found his spot and jabbed at it relentlessly. There was a moment when I thought he'd come in my mouth, he leaked so much nectar. I took that as a sign to remove my fingers and line my own leaking dick up with his slot. I caught his gaze and grasped his hand as the head of my cock slipped into his stretched hole. "Uh, Phoenix..." he moaned. His legs were spread eagle as I began a slow, sensual rhythm, pulling back so that just the head was in and then feeding him my entire length over and over. I leaned forward and kissed him as we made love, his legs now wrapped around my waist. I continued my assault, trying to get deeper inside of him with every thrust, my balls gently slapping up against his ass. My lips moved to his neck as I started to moan, feeling myself growing closer to orgasm. "Mm, Christian..." I froze immediately. I couldn't believe I had just said that. My eyes snapped open, dreading Michael's reaction, but he was gone. I was propped up on my hands and knees on the bed, but Michael was no longer beneath me. I started to look around in the dark when I felt a hand applying pressure at the small of my back. I fell forward, my chest on the bed and my ass in the air, when two hands grabbed either side of my waist and what had to be a thick dick slapped against the cleft of my ass. My dick, which had started to go limp after Michael's disappearance, was rock hard and leaking again. I couldn't see who was behind me but it was soon clear who had me in such a vulnerable position. "You want my dick, don't you Jap?" Christian said, as he slapped his meat repeatedly against my ass. "You want me inside you, don't you, baby?" My hole was on fire – I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me up the wall. He grabbed my dick from beneath me and began to stroke it, covering his hand in my mess. "I want it to, baby. I want your tight hole on my dick, Jap. I'm gonna make you take all of it." And with that, he thrust forward and impaled my ass on his meat, jamming my button. He growled as he pounded into me, and I had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. His dick was so big. The way he was filling me up, I knew I couldn't last much longer. On a particularly forceful thrust, my hand shot out and hit the headboard. And I woke up. My hand throbbed. I knew instantly that it had been a dream, but my chest was still on the bed and my ass was still waving in the air, waiting to be fucked. My dick was so hard it hurt. I didn't want to cum earlier today while thinking about Christian, but I couldn't fight this. I stayed in that position of vulnerability, still vividly able to imagine Christian repeatedly slamming his dick into me. I started to stroke my dick, but I didn't have to do much. I snaked my hand around and put two fingers to my twitching hole and I began to shoot like I never have before. I couldn't help but to cry out; my body was shaking and there was cum everywhere. Turning over onto my back, my hand still wrapped around my dick, I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. "Holy shit." To be continued... ******************************************************************************* So, what do you guys think? I know this chapter is a bit longer, but I wanted to flesh out the characters some so you guys can get to know them better. I really hope you enjoyed it, but even if you didn't, I'd love to hear your opinions. branjenki@gmail.com