Chapter 6
SIX
Talk about a kiss that knocked the wind out of him and short-circuited Blaine’s brain! He’d definitely brought Alfie up to his flat for more than sandwiches, but the way his big, strong soldier launched into him, taking command and kissing him to within an inch of his life was everything Blaine could have asked for and more.
He moaned and melted into the kiss, grabbing the front of Alfie’s shirt not so much to be sexy, but because he needed something to help him stay upright.
“You’re really good at this,” Blaine panted when Alfie let him up for breath by kissing his way down to his neck and letting his hands slide down to grab his hips.
“Thanks,” Alfie said as he licked Blaine’s neck nearly causing a premature orgasm, then kissed his mouth again. “It’s part of standard RAF training.”
“Is that so?” Blaine’s question turned into a squeak as Alfie brushed one hand back to grab a handful of his arse.
“Yeah,” Alfie went on, glancing around briefly before backing Blaine towards the bedroom. “It’s right up there with flight and combat training. I came first in my squadron in kissing.”
“Isn’t it rude to come first?” Blaine breathed out almost hysterically.
Alfie paused and pulled back to meet his eyes, then laughed and continued on toward the bedroom.
“You’re so funny,” he said, his voice dropping to a register that had Blaine’s toes wanting to curl and his cock standing up at attention. “I like that. Most of the people around me all the time aren’t funny at all.”
“I aim to please,” Blaine said, panting as they crossed into the dim bedroom.
He wondered if he should turn on the light or push some of the laundry he hadn’t folded yet off the bed and onto the floor, but he didn’t have enough brain cells for any of that. Especially not when Alfie reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it off over his head.
“I love this shirt,” he said even as he tossed it aside. “I love all of your shirts.”
“Really?” Blaine was stunned. He also warmed from the inside out.
“Yeah, I like your skin more, though,” Alfie went on.
He showed just how much he liked it by sweeping his hands around Blaine’s back and sides, planting a few kisses on his bare shoulders. Alfie was tactile and took what he wanted. Blaine felt like a candy about to be sucked as Alfie claimed ownership with his hands.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Alfie asked, backing up for a second as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled out of it. “Consent is sexy and all.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely okay with it,” Blaine said.
He tried to think responsibly as he raced to get out of his clothes, then shoved the laundry onto the floor so he could throw back the bedcovers. He was taking PrEP, so that was taken care of, and there were condoms in the bedside table, if that was what Alfie preferred. He might have only been at Hawthorne House temporarily, but a responsible boy traveled with everything he needed to be a considerate partner.
Once the bedcovers were thrown back, he climbed across the bed to pull open the drawer so he could fetch the condoms in question and the bottle of lube he’d stashed there. That stretched his body out in a way he hoped Alfie liked the look of.
“I don’t know what your preferences are in terms of condoms,” he started.
He didn’t get any farther than that. Just as his hands closed around the bottle of lube, Alfie grabbed his hips hard and yanked him back.
“I’m good with whatever,” he said before kissing Blaine between his shoulder blades and nuzzling the back of his neck. “I’m clean and on PrEP.”
Blaine let out a moan at how good it felt, not to mention how dead sexy the sense of Alfie’s superior size and weight above and behind him felt. He knew the game, knew what his partners usually wanted from him, so he braced his legs apart and tilted his hips up a little to let Alfie know that it was definitely a go from him whenever he was ready.
Alfie didn’t jump straight into the whole burying his cock deep in Blaine’s arse, though, even though he took the bottle of lube from Blaine’s hand. Instead of going right for it, he kissed Blaine’s spine again, stroking his hands along Blaine’s side, as if he was getting to know Blaine’s skin.
“You’re beautiful,” Alfie said in growl as he continued to learn Blaine’s back with his mouth and his hands. “But of course you know that.”
“Not really,” Blaine panted. “You’re the beautiful one.”
“No,” Alfie said.
That was it. Blaine would have argued with him or asked for clarification, but Alfie shifted down so he could knead and kiss the mounds of Blaine’s arse.
It was erotic and maybe a bit silly, but Alfie really seemed to enjoy his pert backside. He kissed and squeezed each cheek, they pulled them apart to get to know Blaine’s hole. With more than just a look, too. He touched and kissed and licked before pushing a finger inside.
Blaine made a horrifically undignified sound of pleasure that he muffled by burying his face in his pillow. Having a guy poke around his hole like that wasn’t supposed to feel so amazing, or maybe it was, but with Alfie, he could have lay there and enjoyed it all day.
“Lube,” he managed to wheeze as his cock dripped on the sheets in anticipation. “Condoms.”
Alfie pulled back, and for a second Blaine was sure he would either dive straight into the finale or reach for the bedside table. Instead, he grasped Blaine’s hips and managed to flip him to his back before Blaine knew what was going on.
“Are you in some sort of hurry?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes, even though his face had an almost predatory look of lust.
“I…I thought…if you just wanted to….”
Alfie wedged himself between Blaine’s legs and stretched over him, anchoring his hands on either side of Blaine’s shoulders. When his face was inches from Blaine’s, he said, “I want a lot of things, but I’m not in a hurry.”
He proved his point by dipping down and kissing Blaine so deeply that Blaine thought he might see the souls of his ancestors. Then again, it was their house, so they were probably watching, kinky bastards.
And it was nice. It was hot and desperate, too, but mostly nice. There was a connection between them that was more than skin deep. Alfie seemed concerned about how he felt about the intimacy between them instead of just trying to get what he wanted from him. He didn’t shrug or push Blaine off when he wrapped his arms and legs around him and kissed him back with closed eyes, his imagination taking over.
They were making love, not just fucking. Alfie genuinely cared about him. The way he used his hands to tease Blaine until he thought he might explode with pleasure was different from his usual flings. At any point, Alfie could have flipped him over again and rammed into him, getting off whether Blaine joined him or not, but he didn’t.
They kissed, they touched and fondled. They moved together, their bodies fitting well together, despite Alfie being so much more muscular than him. And when they finally did reach the point where neither of them could hold back any longer, Alfie was patient and considerate with the lube, even putting on a condom.
All of that had Blaine in heaven by the time Alfie lifted his hips and pushed in, all while looking him in the eyes and smiling. It was enough to make Blaine want to cry with pure joy. Which might also have had something to do with Alfie hitting his prostate exactly right and sparking the best orgasm he’d had in ages.
Blaine half expected Alfie to pull out, yank off the condom, and come all over him in some kind of alpha male sign of ownership, but instead, he came with surprising restraint, while still buried deep inside him. The pure beauty of Alfie’s flexing muscles and swallowed moan as he took his pleasure captivated Blaine. Before Alfie’s orgasm was finished, he wanted more.
He wanted Alfie again. He wanted him all the time. He wanted his bed to be their bed and his life to be their life. He wanted his whole world to revolve around Alfie, every day, every hour. And dammit, he wanted Alfie to like Christmas as much as he did, too.
“Beautiful, just like I said,” Alfie said, voice laced with satisfaction, as he pulled out, then quickly disposed of the condom.
It was a compliment, Blaine knew. Given his own thoughts at the moment, he should have taken it well and been filled with excitement and contentment.
Instead, as soon as Alfie lay beside him with a sated breath and pulled him into his arms to spoon, Blaine’s panic set in.
This was what he did all the time. He fancied a guy, flirted and played with them until he lured them into bed, they fucked him and got what they wanted, and as soon as they rested and got their strength and their sense back, they thanked him for the fun and left him. He, in turn, convinced himself in a heartbeat that he was in love, that he’d met his soulmate, and that the two of them would live happily ever after.
It was his routine, his script. He’d done it so many times in the last few years that he’d lost count. But something about Alfie made his heart break a little. He didn’t want to be just an afternoon delight. Or did he? Were these big, all-encompassing feelings just another iteration of his usual cycle or was this something different?
“You don’t have to stay, you know,” he said after a few minutes of silence as they recovered. “I completely understand if you have something else you need to do or somewhere else to be.”
He didn’t know what he expected from Alfie, but it wasn’t the deep, rolling laughter that shook Alfie’s body and reverberated into him.
“Stop,” Alfie said, sounding tired but amused.
“Stop what?” Blaine asked, tensing and looking over his shoulder.
Alfie was grinning at him with the look of a man who had just been thoroughly satisfied. “Stop putting yourself down and thinking I’m just like everyone else.”
Blaine’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t thinking you’re just like everyone else,” he insisted. When Alfie arched an eyebrow at him, he felt his face heat. “I was just thinking that I’m the same as I always am. I have a pattern. Sorry if I caught you in it.”
“That,” Alfie said, holding him a little tighter. “Stop that right now. I’m not Charlie.”
Blaine winced. “I know you’re not,” he said quietly, forcing himself to relax into Alfie’s embrace. “I was just saying that you don’t have to feel any sense of obligation towards me or anything. I?—”
Alfie stopped him from saying more by wrapping his large hand around the bottom of Blaine’s face, covering his mouth.
“I didn’t agree to come up here for ‘sandwiches’ because I thought you were easy and I could get my rocks off guilt-free,” he said, speaking so close to Blaine’s ear that it was almost threatening. “I came up here because I like you, I like sex, and unlike someone I know, I don’t think grown men with agency in their own lives should be ashamed of enjoying themselves.”
He waited a moment, then moved his hand.
“Okay,” Blaine said, a bit startled. “I mean, that’s not at all what I’m used to, but okay.”
“Damn right it’s okay,” Alfie said, snuggling against him. “And you should be used to it. There’s no reason you should be embarrassed about who you are, or for you to try to chase me away because for a few minutes you enjoyed it.”
Blaine thought about those words for a few seconds before saying, “Give a man a little credit. I was more than a few minutes.”
Alfie laughed and nuzzled his face into Blaine’s neck. That made Blaine smile. He liked it. He really liked it.
“Alright,” he said. “In the interest of growing as a sexual being, I will now openly admit that I fucking loved every second of being with you. And furthermore, I should very much like to do it again. Many more times.”
He held his breath at what, for him, was a brave declaration.
Alfie vibrated with laughter again and swept his hand from Blaine’s shoulder to his hip. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll do it again.”
“Just not right now, though,” Blaine rushed to say, since Alfie’s agreement to…to he didn’t know what had him more anxious than ever. “I might be young, but I need more time than that to recover. And there’s the decorating to consider. Plus you have a job to go to?—”
“I’m off today,” Alfie reminded him.
“Right. Yes. But I think more of my family will be descending on Hawthorne House soon, so there really isn’t time for us to have marathon sex.”
“Short sprint sex it is, then,” Alfie said, kissing the side of Blaine’s neck.
From there he sat up, bringing Blaine with him. The gesture was alarming.
“Are you going now?” Blaine asked. Maybe all the words they’d just said were only that, words.
“Back downstairs to finish with the decorations?” Alfie suggested. “The party is tomorrow night, after all. I thought there was a lot more to be done.”
“There is,” Blaine said.
Alfie nodded. “Then let’s get up, maybe take a quick shower, and head back down there.”
Blaine smiled, feeling mostly better. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt. Especially when Alfie practically carried him out of bed and into the bathroom so they could shower together. It was just so…nice. Alfie was treating him like he was special. He wasn’t convinced he was or that it was right to enjoy being the center of someone’s attention like that. Someone amazing and wonderful. It felt wrong to enjoy it.
That feeling of being on tenterhooks stayed with Blaine as he and Alfie dressed, grabbed a quick something to eat, then headed back downstairs to resume decorating for the party.
At least, that was the plan. They hadn’t made it more than a dozen steps outside Blaine’s flat when they ran into his brother Baxter, cousin Robbie, and Robbie’s partner, Toby coming up the stairs.
“I was wondering where you’d gone off to,” Bax said. His smile immediately turned cheeky as he glanced at Alfie. “I guess it all makes sense now.”
“Nice job, Blaine,” Robbie said, laughing.
He wasn’t being mean. Robbie didn’t have a mean bone in his body. But the implication of those simple words had Blaine cringing.
“Leave it to my brother to bag the hottest guy to come through Hawthorne House in ages,” Bax said, stepping forward to clap a hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “You planning to keep this one or is he just another temporary fix?”
“I’d offer to take your leftovers,” Toby teased, then rested his hand on Robbie’s back, “but I’ve already bagged myself a Hawthorne.”
“Very funny,” Blaine said, trying to laugh along with them, even though he wanted to wither in embarrassment.
“Whether this lasts or not, you have excellent taste,” Bax said, then extended a hand to Alfie. “Hi. In case you couldn’t tell from my face, I’m Blaine’s twin brother, Baxter.”
“Hello, Baxter,” Alfie returned the greeting, taking Bax’s hand.
Bax let out a yelp as Alfie squeezed his hand hard, then yanked him closer, his expression indignant.
“It’s not particularly brotherly to make fun of someone for having the freedom and courage to express and enjoy themselves, is it,” Alfie told Bax in a complete deadpan.
Blaine’s initial shock at Alfie’s move melted quickly into amusement. “Yeah, Bax. You’ve been following Nick around all month, but have you done anything about it?”
Alfie let go of Bax’s hand, then turned to Blaine as Bax shook his hand out. “You shouldn’t be poking at your brother with the same stick he’s used against you either.”
He should have felt chastised, but instead, Blaine grinned. “No, I shouldn’t. Sorry, sir,” he said, then saluted.
He was just playing, but he couldn’t help himself. His heart felt lighter than air at the way Alfie had defended him. And hotter than Hades when he chastised him. It was like how someone saying kind, sweet things to you when you were sad only made you cry more. Alfie defending him at a moment when he needed defending made him want to laugh, even if he was the butt of the joke.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing Alfie’s hand and leading him on past Bax, Robbie, and Toby. “We’ve got a lot more decorating to do. And I still have to convince you that Christmas is the best time of year.”
Alfie chuckled as he followed, his hand warm in Blaine’s. “You’re doing a pretty good job so far,” he said. Blaine turned to gape at him as they reached the top of the stairs, but Alfie went on with, “I’m still not jumping on the Christmas bandwagon anytime soon.”
Even that made Blaine smile. “Ooh, I love a good challenge. I’ll win you over yet.”
He hoped he would, at least. Either way, Alfie had definitely captured his heart in so many ways. He just hoped neither of them would let it go.