Chapter 10
ALEXANDER
He hadn’t planned for the night to go like this, Tobias grinding against him, his head tipped back so he could nibble on Alexander’s throat.
His narrow waist fit right into Alexander’s palms like he was made to grip there, his fingers digging into the dips of Tobias’ hip bones.
Alexander cursed whatever out-of-the-ordinary impulse was pushing him to do this right, to not scoop Tobias up and throw him over his shoulder to cart him to the bathrooms for a quick fuck like he usually would when he was irritated with his father and in need of a mortal distraction.
He wanted to take care of Tobias, especially after how terrified he’d been last night and how little Alexander had done to help.
With Tobias, he could make this right. He knew that with his father, the best he could do was make him vaguely satisfied, until the next series of inevitable Alexander-based disappointments.
This had been the pattern for hundreds of years, which is why usually his father’s outbursts did little more than frustrate him and cause him to flee to one of his homes abroad, at least until he was called back to Rothburn like a dog.
But now, he just wanted to make the problem go away instead of avoiding it, and then go back to doing things that felt both more pleasurable and more important.
Maybe it was that his father had finally worn him down.
Maybe it was that he felt the need to justify doing what he wanted, in that he could still be useful to the family while living his own life.
Maybe he wanted to help Maria, because in some way, he could tell that she resented him for having a role that she never would and the least he could do was use it to help them both stay safe.
After all, a rogue vampire risked exposing them all, and that would be a mess both potentially deadly and quite difficult to clean up.
Tobias nipped at his earlobe, his teeth digging into the flesh and tugging. “What’s on your mind and why on Earth have you stopped dancing?”
Shaking his head, Alexander cleared the memory of his conversation with Maria fifteen minutes ago, when he’d had to admit that he couldn’t smell anything at the site of the attack.
Tobias filled his senses instead, but he couldn’t tell his sister that.
Of course, when he’d tried to blame the amount of time that had lapsed, she’d gone and said let me guess, all you can smell is that human you’ve been fucking.
He’d not bothered protesting that he was just doing what was asked of him, and could she leave his private life out of it, because she was right.
Tobias’ scent clung to him like a blanket, and Alexander couldn’t bring himself to regret it, even if it had covered up the scent of whatever rogue vampire had committed the crime.
He’d shouted at her to stop being a twat before hanging up on her.
“Nothing.” Alexander shook his head and then spun Tobias around so that they were pressed together.
With how short and small Tobias was, he was forced to tip his head up to meet Alexander’s gaze, and suddenly all Alexander could envision was Tobias down on his knees in front of him.
It took all of his considerable willpower not to force Tobias to kneel right in the centre of the dance floor and see just how much of Alexander’s cock he could take.
Tobias licked his lips. “You sure you’re not thinking about fucking me? Because it sure feels like you are.”
He ground his hips forward, and the friction caused Alexander to groan. He might have been immortal, but he wasn’t a saint – far from it.
Alexander felt the precise moment when the fragile thread of his control snapped and a far more primal part of him took over.
He grabbed Tobias by the back of the neck and practically yanked him off the dance floor, towing him through the mass of writhing bodies and to the front door.
The cool night air was a relief against his overheated skin, but the small, aroused noises that Tobias was making as Alexander steered them down the crowded street ensured that his blood still ran hot.
“Your place?” Tobias panted.
“No,” Alexander growled, turning them to the right, where an alley ran between two buildings, narrow enough that no one was using it to walk between streets.
It was dark enough that no one would see what they were doing, not that Alexander particularly minded being watched.
But being caught by uni students would likely be a negative for the teaching job he’d so conveniently found here, right in this city where Tobias lived.
Because right now, being near Tobias at all times felt like the most important thing in the world, in a way that transcended even the lust running hot through his veins.
“Where is your patience, professor?” Tobias muttered into Alexander’s ear. “Never rush a good thing.”
“Patience failed me the moment you got me hard,” Alexander replied before he pinned Tobias against the stone wall.
He dove for his mouth, the responsiveness – Tobias practically melted in his hands – making him harder than he’d thought possible.
He bit down on Tobias’ lips to gauge whether the other man liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, and the gasp that he let out was more than enough confirmation.
When Alexander slipped his tongue in past his teeth, tasting the gin and tonic on his breath mingling with something sweeter, Tobias pressed so close against him that he could feel the heat of his body even through their layers of clothes.
Tobias kissed as aggressively as he flirted, winding a hand through Alexander’s hair to keep him in place while the other teased at the open buttons of his shirt. They traded off dominance until Alexander had had enough of playing and pulled away.
“Earlier,” he began, licking his lips, “you mentioned kneeling for me. Why don’t you do exactly that.”
Tobias’ eyes flicked down to Alexander’s belt, and then back up to meet his gaze. The way he held it as he slowly got to his knees on the floor of the alley almost made Alexander come right then and there.
“As you wish, professor,” Tobias replied as he looked up at Alexander.
Clever fingers made quick work of Alexander’s belt and jeans, and then Tobias was licking his way from the base of Alexander’s cock all the way to his tip. His mouth was burning hot and Alexander tipped his head back against the wall and dug his fingers into Tobias’ hair.
“Keep teasing me and I’ll coat you in my spend before you even wrap your lips around me,” Alexander warned.
“Threats are supposed to be off-putting.” Tobias pressed a kiss to Alexander’s stomach before blinking up at him innocently. “After all, surely you want to choke me with your cock?”
“Fuck,” Alexander breathed.
“Indeed.” Tobias opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out, and arousal built at the base of Alexander’s spine. “Give it to me already, would you?”
“You little brat.” Alexander sucked in a breath as he took himself in hand and fed his length into Tobias’ mouth. He wasn’t precisely small by any means, and he kept expecting Tobias to gag. But when he hit the back of his throat, Tobias just swallowed around his cock.
“Oh God,” Alexander groaned as Tobias swallowed again, then ran his hands down Alexander’s thighs and started to move, using his tongue expertly to tease at the same time the heat and pressure of his mouth was driving Alexander feral. “Tobias, if you keep doing that, I’m going to–”
“Come?” Tobias pulled off him with a pop and licked his lips, tilting his head. “Isn’t that the point?”
Alexander guided Tobias back onto him by his hair, his fingers wound into the silken curls just enough to tug gently. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Be a gentleman and let me taste you, then,” Tobias said with a wink before swirling his tongue around Alexander’s crown, then sucking him down again.
There was no way that Alexander was going to last long, to his embarrassment.
And he’d accepted that Tobias was just too good for him to hold out when the other man moved a hand off his thigh to the curve of his arse, digging his fingers in and forcing Alexander to thrust hard enough to hit the back of Tobias’ throat once more.
Alexander saw stars as his vision whited out and pleasure flooded every inch of his body as he emptied himself into Tobias’ mouth.
He went to pull away, but he felt Tobias tighten around him, which drew another shudder of pleasure out of him. Tobias pulled back, looking like a cat who’d gotten into the cream, and proceeded to lick Alexander’s cock clean.
“Well?” Tobias batted his lashes. “Was it worth daydreaming about?”
Alexander was already getting hard again, possessiveness flooding his mind as he yanked Tobias up, flipped them around to press his back to the wall, and kissed him deeply. The taste of himself on Tobias’ tongue was enough to have him ready for another round.
“And more,” he said, pulling away and taking Tobias’ hand. “I know a place we can go.”
“Another flat?” Tobias asked, gripping Alexander’s hand tight. “You can consider that an appetiser. If I’d got you in a bed…”
Alexander had, in fact, been planning on doing just that. But his flat was now a half hour’s walk away, and frankly he wasn’t sure if he could last that long, let alone walk that far while still this aroused. As they emerged from the alleyway, he looked around, noting their location.
“Yes,” he said, rearranging his mental map. “Eventually. But I think we need an intermediate stop along the way.”
He paid the late-night crowds no mind as they made a few turns and the atmosphere grew quieter, a hush falling around them as they reached the gates of a graveyard.
It was cloaked in shadow, the only light offered by the distant church.
Light spilled from the stained-glass windows, promising sanctuary and prayer inside.
After what Alexander had planned, he might just pay a visit to repent.
“Oh,” Tobias gasped. “How taboo.”
“Does it bother you?” Alexander guided them through the gates and into the dark of the cemetery, where the trees and mausoleums would hide them from any prying eyes.
It wasn’t as if visiting graveyards was a popular pastime at night.
He would have felt strange to suggest this with most other mortals, but the desire was practically rolling off Tobias in waves, and he didn’t seem the least bit perturbed.
“No,” Tobias said tartly. “What are we going to do, wake the dead with our orgasms? I think not.”
“Excellent,” Alexander said as he found the spot he’d been looking for, the grave of a long-dead acquaintance who he was quite sure would enjoy the voyeurism from the afterlife. “Because it’s time for me to return the favour.”
“What?”
“You surely didn’t think I would just allow you to pleasure me, darling?” Alexander shifted his stance, palming Tobias’ bulge. “I told you, I’m a gentleman, through and through.”
Alexander would always remember the exact moment surprise crested over Tobias’ face, and the silence that followed. Tobias had surely been shocked, and it pleased Alexander to be the one to get him to react that way.
“Give up control to me, for just a moment.” Alexander manhandled Tobias back against the mausoleum, pressing down on his shoulders until he sat down on the ledge.
A shiver ran through him, and Alexander couldn’t tell if it was from the cold of the stone or arousal.
One look at Tobias’ eyes, though, the pupils blown wide, and he stopped thinking in favour of reaching down and popping open the button on Tobias’ jeans.
They were tight enough that they were difficult to tug off, but Tobias moaned and lifted his hips obligingly, his hands fisting in Alexander’s shirt.
Alexander took his time running his hands down Tobias’ thighs, which were slim but still muscular enough that he clearly did at least one type of riding.
Tobias was hard, and when Alexander brushed a thumb over the length of him, he twitched.
He was so wonderfully responsive that Alexander couldn’t imagine what it would be like to take him to bed properly, to have Tobias splayed out on the sheets before him like a meal to be devoured.
He worked Tobias free from his boxer briefs and admired his cock, the way that it was so perfectly fitted into Alexander’s hand that he could cover nearly the whole length with his fingers.
Elbowing Tobias’ knees apart, he bent down and took Tobias in between his lips, the salty-sweet taste of him making Alexander’s mouth water.
Tobias’ hands were everywhere, flitting through Alexander’s hair, scrabbling at his shoulders, and the sounds he was making were enough to get Alexander fully hard again.
When Tobias came with a cry, Alexander drank him down, mouthing at Tobias’ cock as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Alexander,” Tobias panted, his hands gripping the stone of the mausoleum so tightly that his knuckles stood out through the skin. “Fuck.”
“Well,” Alexander said, straightening up and wiping his mouth. “If you’re asking.”
“Demanding, more like.” He extended a hand and Tobias took it, his eyes glittering. “Professor, if that’s an offer, then I accept.”