Chapter Twenty-Six Euan
Yesterday, I daydreamed about waking up next to Alex, enjoying a slow, peaceful morning.
Today, I learn why that’s a bad idea. Not because this goes way beyond a casual relationship.
Not because I am in serious danger of getting addicted to his soft curls brushing against my skin or his hand resting right over my heart.
Not even because his leg entangled in mine is teasing my morning erection until every muscle in me is coiled tight and eager to start the day.
But because, when his alarm starts blaring from the other room, he immediately jolts awake, slamming his head into my chin. Sharp pain bursts from the point of contact, accompanied by the unpleasant taste of blood.
“Oh, god, Euan! I’m so sorry.” Alex flounders as he tries to untangle himself from me and the covers.
I lower my hand to protect my unguarded groin, worried about the placement of his knee.
His flailing continues until he drops right off the side of the bed. One leg remains on the mattress, foot pointed toward the ceiling. The whole time, his alarm continues screaming in the background.
I lean over the side of the bed to look down at him. “Maybe sleeping in the same bed on a weeknight isn’t the best idea.”
He stares up at me blankly for a moment, then his eyes widen. “Shit! I have to go to work!” Then he rolls over and scrambles out of the room, not even bothering to cover his naked ass. I only have a few seconds to enjoy the view before he’s out the door.
I get up more slowly, rubbing my jaw. The spot Alex struck is a little tender, so it’ll probably bruise, and there’s a slight cut on the corner of my lip.
“I’m sorry again.”
I glance up to see Alex in the doorway. He’s wearing lounge pants now, slung low over his hips, and nothing else. He fiddles with his phone, passing it from one hand to the next.
“And it turns out I didn’t need to freak out.” He smiles, though the expression is strained, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “The college is closed.”
“Closed?” Since he’s at least partially dressed, I don’t want to be the only one naked. I stand up and sort through my luggage for a clean pair of pants.
Alex’s eyes follow me greedily. I feel the weight of his hungry gaze even when I’m turned away from him. “They still don’t have power.”
Somehow, I forgot about last night’s blackout. The morning sunlight streaming into the room is enough to see by, so I hadn’t thought to turn on the light. I lean over and test the light switch, flipping it up, immediately flooding the room with light. I quickly flip the switch back down.
“Yeah, I have power,” Alex confirms. “From the clock on the stove, I’m guessing it came back around two or three in the morning. The food in the fridge is probably a bust, but the freezer should be fine. You want some waffles?”
“Waffles sound good.”
As he leads the way to the kitchen, he looks over his bare, freckled shoulder with a self-deprecating smile. “I promise, I’ll cook for you at some point.”
It sounds more like a promise between a married couple than casual fuck buddies. But we’re both, aren’t we? At least for now.
He opens the freezer and pulls out two boxes of frozen waffles. “Blueberry or chocolate chip?”
I lean against the kitchen counter, resting my chin in my hand.
“Chocolate chip.” As I watch him bustle around the kitchen, preparing coffee and breakfast, I take the opportunity to admire his bare back.
Freckles and moles dot his skin, creating their own constellations.
His pants are low enough for me to see a set of dimples right above his ass, little divots I want to measure with my thumbs.
“So, you have the day off?” I ask, keeping my voice casual.
He hums in confirmation as he grabs two mugs from the cupboard.
“Then I have a proposal for you.”
He pauses with the coffee pot in one hand and a mug in the other. “Proposals haven’t exactly gone well for me so far.”
I chuckle and explain, “Not that kind of proposal. I just thought I’d ease into the conversation rather than come out and ask ‘do you want to spend the day exploring your kinks?’”
“My kinks?” His eyes widen at the suggestion. “I don’t even know if I really have any …” he trails off, probably thinking about his own reactions and shy curiosity in the sex shop then changes direction. “I don’t know what they are.”
“That’s why we’ll experiment. We can figure out what you like, what you don’t like.” I rake my eyes over him, noting the flush crawling across his neck and chest, the outline of his growing interest through his loose pants. “What we both like.”
His hands tremble slightly, and he sets the mug and pot down to avoid accidentally spilling hot coffee on himself. “I don’t know where to start. I don’t even know what the options are.”
That doesn’t surprise me. Any time he’s presented with too many options, he gets this kind of panicked look in his eyes. “Why don’t I make a few suggestions, and you tell me what interests you?”
He considers for a moment, then nods, his lips quirking in a shy smile.
“Do you want to wear a butt plug while we eat?’”
Alex’s eyes widen at the suggestion. The toaster springs up and he yelps, glaring at the innocent appliance. When he turns back to me, his cheeks are aflame, and he can’t quite look me in the eye.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to,” I reply gently.
“No! I mean, it’s not something I thought of, but it could be …” he trails off and finally meets my eyes. His cheeks remain flushed, but his pupils are blown wide with desire. “Would you put it in for me?”
Fuck. Even if that wasn’t already the plan, how can I deny him anything when he asks so sweetly?
“Go grab everything while I set the table.” Despite trying to maintain a cool, casual tone, my voice comes out rough.
Alex is off and down the hall like a shot. I barely have time to transfer plates and full coffee mugs to the table before he returns with a plug and a bottle of lube. The plug is bigger than the one he used a few days ago but it shouldn’t be hard for him to take.
“Hands on the table,” I command.
Alex is so eager to comply, he fumbles the supplies as he tries to put his hands down without letting them go. After a second, he carefully sets them to the side and tries again, pressing his palms flat against the table’s surface.
“Good,” I murmur, running a palm down his bare back.
“Stay like this while I work.” I trail my fingers down his spine, delighting in the way he shivers at the gentle touch.
Then I reach around his front and carefully loosen the tie of his pants.
His breath hitches when the edge of my hand grazes his already hardening cock.
I ignore it for now, focused on another part of him. Carefully, I ease the loose pants down his hips. He was in such a hurry to dress earlier that he didn’t bother with any underwear, so that’s all it takes to expose the round globes of his ass, his eagerly puckered hole.
I grab the lube and pour a generous amount into my hand, then circle the tight ring of muscle with one finger. “Ready?”
Alex makes a strangled noise and nods stiffly.
As much as I like to see him coming apart so easily in my hands, I want to hear him say it. “Tell me what you want.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I want you to put it in.”
I circle the rim again and slip just the tip of my slick finger inside. “Put what in?”
“Euan!” he complains, my name ending on a gasp as I slide my finger in all the way to the first knuckle.
“This?” I ask, teasing him by slowly massaging his tight passage.
His hands slip forward across the table, pushing his ass back into my hand. “Yes.”
“There’s an idea. We could spend all day like this, stretching you open a little bit at a time.” As I speak, I withdraw my hand just enough to have a second finger join the first before pushing them both inside. “Until you’re nice and ready to take all of me.”
Alex replies with a long, breathy moan. Once I find his prostate, the moan changes pitch, becoming needy, almost desperate as his hips shift as he tries to chase his own pleasure.
“While that sounds fun, the food is getting cold.” I carefully remove my fingers, but I press the rounded end of the toy against his entrance before he can protest. “So you’ll have to satisfy yourself with this for now.”
Alex’s brow furrows slightly as he starts to come back around, and then he gasps when I press the toy inside him. His hole devours it greedily, all the way to the base. When he clenches, the toy shifts, encouraging another breathy moan. “Oh, that is … that is bigger than before.”
I rest my hand on his lower back. “You okay?”
He considers for a moment, then nods. He straightens up on his own and fixes his pants, tying the waist again. A damp stain has already spread across the front from his neglected cock.
As he sits, I keep my hand on his lower back, guiding him down to the chair. The first contact with the seat makes him inhale sharply, then he settles into the sensation.
I return to the kitchen and wash my hands, then grab butter, maple syrup, and peanut butter for our waffles.
When I set them on the table, I make sure they’re within easy reach of Alex.
Every time he moves, his expression changes as the toy moves inside him, a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty, as if he isn’t sure how to feel about enjoying something long and hard filling him up.
I give him a few minutes to adjust and to eat before returning to our earlier conversation. “So, when we were at Plug and Play, I noticed a few things caught your eye.”
At the mention of the sex shop, Alex’s breath hitches. His fork trembles slightly, frozen in the air as if he can’t decide whether or not it’s safe to continue eating.
“The bondage gear, of course.” He squirms under my steady gaze. The table blocks my view of his lap, but I can guess what state he’s in already. “You even seemed interested in the class. But you never answered my question. Do you want to tie me up?”
His mouth pinches and the restlessness calms enough for him to take a bite. “Not really.”
“So you want me to tie you up.”
He swallows roughly but doesn’t reply for a long moment. When I don’t say anything else, he admits, “I might have bought something else while we were shopping.”
My eyebrows arch in surprise. That’s not the answer I expected. “Something other than the training kit?” At his nod, I guess, “The teal pair of cuffs?”
The squirming returns and he closes his eyes, falling into the sensation as the toy no doubt pushes up against his prostate. “Two pairs. The dungeon master suggested I get a matching set.”
Thank you, dungeon master. They probably just wanted to make an extra sale, but I’m going to take full advantage of Alex’s new purchases.
“There’s a lot I can do with two cuffs. One for each wrist to chain you to the bed, leave you helpless while I play with your nipples, your cock, your hole, whatever I want.
Or I can bind each wrist to an ankle, force you to spread your legs open for me like a needy little slut.
Maybe I won’t touch you at all. I’ll just watch you drip all over yourself. ”
Alex’s fork drops to his plate with a clatter. He’s given up on eating, grabbing the table with one hand while the other disappears underneath.
“Hands where I can see them.”
He gazes at me pleadingly, like he’ll combust if I don’t allow him to touch himself.
“How many times can you come, Alex?”
The question seems to confuse him. “Once, I guess? I haven’t really tried to go for more.”
“So if you come now, that’ll end our fun, and we’ve barely begun.”
Alex doesn’t raise his hand yet. Does he want to challenge me? To see if I’ll force him? We haven’t gotten to that part of the conversation yet. He doesn’t really seem like a brat to me, so maybe the next thing we need to discuss are safe words.
“If you don’t like something I’m doing, you can say ‘red’,” I tell him gently. “If you’re unsure, you can say ‘yellow.’”
“And green for fuck me harder?” he guesses.
“Or you can just say that.” I take a sip of coffee, giving him time to decide what he’s going to do. Finally, he lifts his hand above the table. “Good boy.”
He squirms again in his seat. We both eat a few bites before I start again.
“We can play this game one of two ways. Option one: you get to come once. After that, we go about our days like normal. Go grocery shopping, do some work, watch a movie.”
“But I have the whole day off!” he protests.
“So you have incentive not to come.” I finish the last bite of my breakfast and push my plate aside.
“Option two: I make you come over and over again, until I can’t get any more out of you.
” I rest my chin in my hand. “Maybe that’s only once, maybe it’s five times.
” Alex’s breath grows faster with each word. “Or maybe it’s twenty times.”
At this point, he’s not even trying to hide the way he’s rolling his hips, grinding himself against the chair to move the toy inside him. “Twenty sounds like a lot.”
“It is,” I agree. “But we’re not that young anymore, so you probably won’t get to twenty.” I lean toward him, lowering my voice. “Do you want to try?”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. I expect him to choose option two, but then he forces himself to stillness and lifts his chin. “Option one. I can hold out.”
A slow smile spreads over my lips. Oh, this is going to be fun.