24. Alexei
24
ALEXEI
T here are seven coffee mugs on the island, and Gage is studying all of them with bloodshot eyes from crying. He’s adamant that the ‘ welcome intruder’ mug was the one he was meant to get from my dad, so I guess I’ll give him that. He can use it when he has coffee with my dad, but I have another one in mind for him. And I need him to pick it out of a lineup.
This is a test, and I will smack him if he fails. I mean, it’s pretty obvious.
“Well, I know it’s not this one because you said you aren’t fond of moustaches.” He pushes the blue one back. “But I kind of like this one.”
It’s purple and has a buff-as-fuck unicorn with a big dick on it. Dad won’t drink out of it, and it tends to get shoved to the back of the cabinet.
“You have a nice dick, but it isn’t buff unicorn nice, Gage. Try again.”
He grins shyly. He fiddles with all the mugs. Hesitates on the one that has my name and a heart on it, and then his eyes catch on the winner. Then he looks past it, and I scowl.
Laughing, doing it just to rile me, he picks up the mug meant for him. “I know my soulmate is out there somewhere… pushing a pull door.” He holds it up to his face. “Does it suit me?”
“Turn it around.”
He spins it to read the other side. “I think you are lacking in vitamin me.” He barks out a cute laugh. “Fucking right I am. Gonna give me my dose?” He tugs on the front of my hoodie, lips barely grazing mine. What a tease. “Can I design you a mug?”
Oh my god, I thought he’d never ask. “You better.”
Still right up against my lips, he asks, “So, I’m sensing a theme. Kind of like what the person means to the person who gives them the mug? You obviously gave your dad the ‘ okayest dad’ one, and someone gave my mom the sword one, so is that how it works?”
I have a ‘ world’s greatest shitty dad’ one I’m gonna swap my dad’s out for soon. He really is an awesome dad now, so I want him to get an upgrade. I’ve been holding him at arm’s length for too long, and it’s about time he realizes just how much I love and respect him. “Yeah, that’s the general gist of it. What am I to you?”
“Everything,” he breathes the word against my lips, and then he’s kissing me and I’m losing track of time, and holy shit, I have a soulmate.
His soulmate mug sits on the counter next to us, but his hands are around my back, sliding up my shirt, pressing his scratchy palms against the smoothness of my lower back. When his grip falls to my ass and he gives me a hard squeeze, I pant out a rambling bit of nonsense.
“Ohmygodwhencanwefuck.”
“Is your dad home?” he asks, picking me up to sit my ass on the countertop. His mouth never leaves mine. Even if he isn’t kissing me, he’s breathing against me, biting my lips, licking me everywhere that counts.
“Work,” I mutter. “A work thing.” I weave my fingers into his hair and tug, slamming his mouth against mine even harder. “With the guys. Work.”
“Wanna say work one more time?” he teases. His breathing starts to increase rapidly, and the sound is almost better than a moan.
“Oh, fuck off,” I groan. “But seriously? When can we fuck? How are you feeling? What’s the status of your therapy and your… stuff? Be honest. There is no wrong answer. I don’t even care if we never fuck. I just want you in any way we can be together.” I tug on his hair to pull his head back, and when I see the lust in his brown eyes and the swollen lips he’s still trying to place on mine, I almost melt. My hoodie is too much! “Don’t lie to me.”
“The sex part?” he asks, hands all over my hips and thighs.
“All of it. But yeah, that.”
He grins. “The sex part is… weirdly easy. It feels normal. Like, I really want you… like really fucking badly, but… it’s manageable. I don’t feel like a madman. Well, I do because you kind of make me unhinged, but it’s not that compulsive kind of behaviour from before. It’s just straight-up lust. I wanna fuck so bad.”
Mmm, likewise. “And the rest?”
Gage licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “A lot of shame lately. Shame that I acted that way that night. Frustration that it’s still something I crave when it’s put in front of me, even after all this time. I’m grateful to you because you were there and called your dad. It’s a mixed bag of feelings, but it hasn’t driven me to want to use again. Not since that night. I mean, it’s…”
“It’s what?”
“It’s like… high me craved high dope. Does that make sense? Sober me doesn’t really crave anything in particular except the high. When I was high, I wanted something that’d make me higher. But sober, I crave anything that’ll switch off the negative. So, my therapist says that once we’re sober and more rational, we need to learn to get our ‘highs’, so to speak, from healthier sources. Dopamine chasing, endorphins and exercise, positive feelings, that sort of thing.”
That makes sense. I like the comparison. “Okay, so you’re saying you’re craving something, but you’re leaning more towards a healthy thing?”
“High me had high dope. Drunk me had drunk dope. Now I need to find my sober dope.” He smiles so wide and then it falls into something shy. He buries his face in my neck, hugging me to him. “You’re my sober dope, Alexei. My feel-good drug. And instead of you being a substance or a thing I can overindulge in or abuse, you’re the best kind of dope because you tell me when to stop.”
Sober dope. I’ve never been anyone’s feel-good drug before. I wrap my arms around his neck, lean my head against his, and just breathe with him.
“So, what I’m hearing is that I’m your feel-good drug, you’re good with the sex part, and we can fuck?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he says, lips pressing to my neck. “But first, I wanna fucking worship you, Alexei. I missed you so much, and I’m so grateful for you.” He pulls back, hands on the sides of my neck. “And isn’t that what soulmates do?”
I’m a gooey mess inside, but I cover it with a scoff and an eye roll. “Fine. Worship me if you must.”
“Oh, I must.”
A clawfoot tub, a towel heater, and a cold stone floor are apparently the sexiest things to ever exist. Bathrooms must be our thing.
Because my ass is sitting on the edge of the tub, a hot towel is wrapped around my waist, and my feet are resting on the cold floor, all while I’m learning that nipples are incredible.
Gage’s tongue is incredible.
His mouth is fucking sinful.
“Jesus, Alexei. Hold on to something.” Gage moves my hands from his hair to the edge of the tub I’m falling into. “Breathe.”
I can’t breathe! Or maybe I’m breathing too much. Gage’s lips suction around my nipple and I tremble all over, shivering and breaking out in goosebumps because I can feel it all the way down to my bones. When he flicks his tongue over my erect nipple, I groan so loud that it echoes around the bathroom.
His hair tickles my chin when he moves to the other side, and at the first lick, I’m breaking all the rules and grabbing his head again. Effortlessly, Gage slides me down to the floor, a heated towel now laid out.
“You’re a safety hazard,” he says, getting me onto my back.
“You’re the safety hazard. You’re putting me in danger.” But I’m already pulling his head back down to my chest.
“Never thought you’d like this so much,” he teases, tongue running over my nipple like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.
“I only like it a little bit,” I insist. I insist so hard that I shove my chest against his face and moan like a glutton when he gives me what I want. And then teeth are involved, and I’m about to lose my mind. He tugs and nips, soothing it all with broad licks before firming his tongue and driving me insane again.
I’m on the precipice of coming, and all he’s done is play my nipples with his skilled mouth. “Gage,” I groan, wanting more but unable to handle it unless I want this to end early. What the fuck, nipples?!
“Shh,” he whispers. He blows cool air against my wet skin and my hips buck off the floor. “I’m still worshipping.”
He worships his way between my pecs and down my stomach, kissing my hip bones and my thighs. Spreading my legs, he nips my inner thighs and licks a wide path down to the inside of my knee. He comes back up, nose grazing my hard dick all the way from the base to the tip.
I convulse embarrassingly hard. “God.”
“No, you’re the god. I’m just your measly little subject. Your slave.” He blows more air on my cock, and I choke on nothing. “Fuck, you are perfect like this. So goddamn needy, but defiant about it.”
I am needy, but I don’t want to admit how needy I am because I’m trying to have a little chill. “I’m totally calm. You could quit anytime and I’d be just fine.”
Gage starts to sit up, testing me. I bring him right back down, force him to straddle my hips, and bend him over until his lips are on mine and my hips can rut up against his.
“I’m needy,” I admit against his neck, desperate enough to suck a mark there because he’s mine! My soulmate. My slow-moving boyfriend. My Gage. “And I want you so bad. Am I being too much?”
“Never too much,” he rasps. “Flip over.”
He flips me over before I get the chance to, and a small part of me wants to feel insecure about my bare ass on display for him, but a bigger part of me is confident he’ll love it. Gage repeats the slow worship down my spine, biting the dimples in my lower back.
“Mm,” he hums, low and throaty, when he gets to my ass. He smacks it lightly. “Still so much we don’t know about each other,” he says while his fingers trail down my crack and test my reaction to being touched there. He dips them between my cheeks and I give him a hint. I lift my hips, freeing my cock from being trapped between my body and the floor, giving him permission to touch more. Go deeper. Ass play is always fair game.
His fingers tickle my balls, rolling them between my thighs. Then his mouth is on me, leaving gentle bite marks across my ass cheeks. He’s straddling my calves so I can’t open my legs anymore, but that doesn’t stop him from burying his face against my skin and spreading my cheeks apart. When his tongue hits my hole, I cry out something so strangled that it can’t even be considered a moan.
I turn into a boneless body, slumping back down to the floor. My cock gets wedged between my abs and the towel, but Gage tugs me back up, lifting my hips just slightly off the floor. He isn’t shy to explore, his tongue dipping inside me and his fingers digging hard into my hips.
“Hands beside your head,” he commands, and holy gods, yes. Get bossy with me because I can’t wait to get bossy with you.
I press my palms to the towel on either side of my head, staring at the claw feet on the tub, chest on the towel, hips slightly lifted. When Gage spreads me open and tongue-fucks my ass again, he gives me one more command.
“Hands-free, Alexei. I wanna see you hump that towel. I’ll help.” And he does help. He buries his tongue in my ass as if he’s fucking me, my cock brushing against the soft towel with every thrust of his tongue. His hands grip my hips, rocking me against the floor.
“More,” I beg.
Spit hits my crack, dripping down to my hole. With his tongue still on me, he adds a single finger, slowly easing me open. When I’m basically easing back to fuck his finger and tongue, he relaxes his hold on my hip and starts to make me sweat.
Because Gage knows exactly where the prostate is, and he goes straight for it.
“Ah, fuck,” I gasp into the towel. My cock rubs perfectly, the fabric smooth and caressing. “Don’t make me come this early.”
“I’m gonna make you come twice, Alexei.” Gage’s voice does not settle me down. It’s scratchy and low, and holy hell, I can feel the tone of it resonate in the pit of my chest. “Don’t make this complicated, complicated,” he teases.
His finger twirls and my eyes roll back. My hips move on their own, humping the towel like I’m chasing an orgasm so hard I can’t stop myself from grinding. Then his tongue is back, and it’s a trifecta of perfection. His finger. His mouth. The towel.
I bite the fabric into my mouth, focusing on all three at once. He fingers my prostate and sucks my balls into his mouth at the same time as my stomach perfectly rubs my cock against the towel.
I moan his name with the white cotton between my teeth, damn near delusional and happy to be. “Gage… I’m… fuck .”
Light sparks my vision and my ears go underwater. My ass clamps down on his fingers and my abs slick with cum, making the friction even better.
“Fuck yeah, Alexei. Holy shit, you are hot right now.”
I’m a moaning, writhing mess of sensation, and it won’t end because Gage is still finger-fucking me, rolling my balls and driving me mad. My eyes close and I can’t breathe, and I don’t care about breathing because coming is so much more important.
I gasp. “Ahhhhhhh.” It won’t end, and I’m shaking and spasming until Gage pulls his finger out and abruptly flips me over. My lower back hits the wet spot on the towel, cum still leaking from my dick. I swallow hard and look at Gage, his eyes so goddamn dark they’re half demonic. “Oh, fuck…”
“Take a breath,” he says, straddling me. “Right now.”
I inhale hard, and then it whooshes out of me when he wraps his fingers around my cock. I’m protesting, telling him it’s too much, but he’s reminding me to breathe and bending forward to kiss me so I can’t.
He just holds my dick without jacking it, but fuck, it feels good. I bite his lip and clack my teeth against his, desperate for something but not even sure what. I can’t stop moving, wiggling, shifting around to chase a thing I don’t recognize.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I meet his eyes and whimper. He’s checking for something, and even though I don’t know what it is, he finds it because he grins and I start begging for something.
“I got you,” he promises.
Hand still on my cock, he dips his head down to my neck, kissing my throat hard. But when his mouth ends up on my nipple again, I shriek and buck my hips against his boner. I’m so sensitive, almost too sensitive, but the way he works my nipples brings a slowness to the moment that has my hips rolling gently. Before I even know I’m doing it, I’m fucking his fists and holding him against my chest and moaning in his ear.
I’m there. Again. Shaking all over, toes curling, breath catching. How is this happening?
“Fuuu… ck.” I white out. Come. Combust. Go deaf for a second and blind for more seconds. My body is erupting everywhere, and I can’t stop shaking and moaning his name and fucking his hand. The orgasm is explosive, even if there isn’t as much cum, and I have no idea how I’m still fucking coming. I’ve never gotten off twice in a row, especially not this close together, and I don’t know where one orgasm starts and the other ends, but Gage is letting me lead while also forcing me to live in this euphoria.
“Alexei,” he whispers my name, lifting up to look at me. When I see the way he regards me, absolutely worships and admires me, my lungs rattle and I shake out my first real breath. “My god, you are incredible.”
But I’m still needy. So needy! Needy for him, and I get it now. He isn’t ready to have penetrative sex tonight, so this is his way of bringing me absolute pleasure in a whole new form, and I’m desperate to do the same to him. Unfortunately, he’s turned me into a weak-muscled mess of incoordination, so I can’t do much more than slide down the towel.
“What’re you… Alexei, you don’t have to,” he warns.
But I’m already shifting down, pulling his ass up, lifting my head so I can suck him off from below. “I know I don’t have to,” I wrap my hands around him. “I fucking need to. Say yes?”
He must see the desperation in my eyes because his lips pop open in awe as he says yes, and then they fall open even more when I suck him into my mouth. He’s hot and hard and leaking like crazy, and the taste of his precum damn near threatens a third orgasm out of me. I can’t swallow him deep at this angle, so I suction my lips around the head of his cock and suck hard and slow.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, watching me.
I flatten my tongue and slide it across the slit, lapping up every dribble he gives me. I tongue the V on the underside and pop him back inside.
“I won’t last long like this, Alexei… fucking fuck, you are so sexy.” I suck harder, once, twice, and Gage tenses all over. He hardens more in my mouth, the tip swelling, and I’m so goddamn needy for his cum that I lift up a bit, opening wide. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.” I pump him gently with my fingers circled under the head, and he spurts hard and fast against my tongue.
I look him straight in the eye, angling his cock so it all goes into my mouth. His eyes don’t flutter and his gaze never leaves mine, but a million pleasurable expressions grace his face, and I fall for him even more. When his eyes harden at the sight of all his cum on my tongue, he moves so fast I barely have time to adjust.
His mouth lands on mine, and a cum-filled kiss makes a fucking mess of our faces, dripping down my cheeks and neck. When it slows, Gage already has the towel that was wrapped around my hips earlier, wiping my face before wiping his own.
“Fuck me, complicated. You are… goddamn.” He crushes me with his body, but I don’t care. I can’t even move right now.
“We’re sleeping here,” I state. “Right on this stone floor. I can’t move. Hope you brought your journal.”
Gage laughs against my shoulder. “I’ll piggyback you to bed.” He props up on his elbows. His smile is slow and content. “Hey, soulmate.”
“Oh my god, stop! My dick needs to get soft at some point!” But I’m pulling him down for another laughing kiss because my eyes are watering and I’ve never been happier.