Puzzle Me This Part 3

A moment later, Alex answered his knock. He'd showered too, and his dark hair was still damp. He wasn't wearing his gla.s.ses. In fact, all all he was wearing were flannel PJ bottoms. he was wearing were flannel PJ bottoms. Flannel! Flannel! He was magnificent. His skin was pale and soft-looking in the glow of the porch light. His arms, shoulders, and chest were muscled, beautifully rounded, and cut. He had a long, flat belly with a muscle band that was so delectable Luke stopped breathing. If this were a cartoon, he'd be the ba.s.set hound detective with eyes popping out of his head and his tongue hanging to his toes. He was magnificent. His skin was pale and soft-looking in the glow of the porch light. His arms, shoulders, and chest were muscled, beautifully rounded, and cut. He had a long, flat belly with a muscle band that was so delectable Luke stopped breathing. If this were a cartoon, he'd be the ba.s.set hound detective with eyes popping out of his head and his tongue hanging to his toes.

Alex was staring at him just as hungrily. Neither one of them moved.

Then Luke realized he was still outside, which wasn't doing anybody a d.a.m.n bit of good. He took a step inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Tell me how we do this," Luke said. "Because I'm about to climb into that chair, and I'd say the odds of that panning out are zero to none."

"Sofa," Alex said.

He turned the chair on a dime and headed for the living room. Luke followed and watched as Alex drew his chair alongside the sofa in one smooth move and swung himself out onto it. He pushed the chair away impatiently and brought his legs up with his hands so he could recline.

"Better?" Alex said with a grin.

"Much."

Luke ripped off his jacket and then pulled his s.h.i.+rt over his head. He paused to relish one more look before placing a knee on the sofa and lowering himself onto Alex.

Alex's face, as Luke came down, twisted into a mask of blatant want. He reached up his arms and pushed up his hips to meet him. "Luke, please. please."

"f.u.c.k," Luke breathed. Alex was so sweet and eager, and it was turning him on like nothing ever had.

His lips met Alex's for the first time. They were already parted and hungry, sucking and nibbling; the tip of his tongue felt hot and slick. They kissed like that for several breath-stealing moments, and then Alex laved the flat of his tongue against Luke's lips in a move that spoke directly to his c.o.c.k.

Luke moaned and let his weight settle down. Alex's chest was warm and firm against his bare skin. It felt like hot silk-electrified hot silk, because every place it touched set his skin alight. And farther down, Luke's c.o.c.k pulsed lovingly into that sweet band of muscle between Alex's navel and his- Luke broke the kiss. "Mother of G.o.d! Is that the Empire State Building in your pants, or are you just glad to see me? What the h.e.l.l are you packing?"

Alex giggled and squirmed. "I believe it's known colloquially as a c.o.c.k. Though I know at least another twenty terms for it if you're interested."

"Like 'G.o.dzilla' maybe? Let me see this thing."

As hot as it was to kiss Alex, Luke really, really really had a thing for c.o.c.ks, and this one felt incredibly promising. He sat up on his knees, poised between Alex's legs, and tried to undo the tie on his PJ bottoms. had a thing for c.o.c.ks, and this one felt incredibly promising. He sat up on his knees, poised between Alex's legs, and tried to undo the tie on his PJ bottoms.

"Oh G.o.d, Luke!" Alex groaned, pressing his hips up urgently. "Don't tease me!"

"I'm trying! What are you, trying to keep out a Boy Scout troop with this knot?"

"Oh, that's been stuck for years. Just pull 'em down. Or rip them off. I don't really give a-"

Luke yanked them down. What sprung up would have made a p.o.r.n star weep with envy. It had to be at least nine inches, fully erect, and heavy as lead.

"Marry me," Luke whispered in awe.

Alex half giggled, half panted. "a.s.s! Don't just look look at it. It's been at it. It's been four years four years. Do something!"

A half-dozen possibilities ran through Luke's mind, but in the end, he just had to taste it. He wrapped one hand around the base and the other cradled Alex's sack. He lowered his mouth to run his tongue over the tip. He paused, glancing up at Alex to make sure it was all right. Well no, honestly, it was just to watch him squirm a little more. He was so f.u.c.king cute when he squirmed.

Alex was looking down at him with wide eyes and parted lips. He did indeed squirm and then he whimpered and slowly thrust up his hips. There was no resisting that move. Luke growled hungrily and licked, swirling his tongue around the head, and then licking base to crown before taking the top four inches into his mouth and sucking, his tongue running up and down the frenulum.

"Ugh," Alex grunted, tossing back his head and closing his eyes. "Oh, f.u.c.k yes f.u.c.k yes."

Lord, he was pretty and so, so sensitive. Luke felt his own need rage even as he began working on Alex, moving his mouth up and down his length while twisting his hand on the lower portion, sucking and stroking, making greedy little noises.

"Mmmm, Luke. Yes, like that," Alex sobbed, lost in pleasure. His hands came to Luke's head. But instead of holding or pulling, he only rubbed the long, silken hair between his fingertips, as if the texture itself was arousing.

Luke remembered the car, how Alex had rubbed their hands over his nipple. He ran the hand that wasn't working Alex's c.o.c.k up over that lovely belly and onto his chest. He found a nipple and lightly pinched it.

Alex arched his back and let out a gurgled cry. "Ah! I'm close. Sorry, but I-"

Luke pulled off to speak. "You are so freaking hot. Come for me. I want to see it."

Alex took a deep breath and nodded. Then he took another deep breath and another, while Luke sucked him harder and faster, tugging on his nipple. And then Alex arched his back in a way that almost didn't look human, groaned low in his ribcage, and came.

FIVE minutes later Alex blinked and opened his eyes. "Am I still alive? I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." minutes later Alex blinked and opened his eyes. "Am I still alive? I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."

Luke was lying on top of him, holding some of his weight on his elbows, kissing and licking at Alex's chest like it was a Popsicle.

"Killing you would be against my best interests," Luke said, pus.h.i.+ng his c.o.c.k gently into Alex's thigh.

"Oh G.o.d, I'm so sorry. C'mere."

Luke s.h.i.+fted up enough to kiss him. Yes, Alex's mouth really was as heady as he'd remembered, warm and slick with the perfect amount of tongue and suction, sweetness, and filthiness combined.

"You kiss like a sp.a.w.n of Satan," Luke murmured. "I love it."

Alex wrapped his arms around Luke's waist and hugged him tight. "What do you want, Luke? Do you want to... have me? You can."

"Well, that's quite forward for our first date."

Alex snickered. "That's me. Mr. Forward."

Luke nibbled at his delectable lips. "I think we'd need to have the whole top/bottom discussion before that, prenups, living wills, air vac'd supplies, et cetera. Don't think I can wait that long." Luke rubbed his erection against Alex's belly. "I've been hard since Luzerne, and it's about to fall off."

"Poor baby," Alex crooned. "Shall I kiss it and make it better?" He started wiggling his way down Luke's body. "Here, put your knees on the outside of my hips." Luke complied, and Alex wiggled down between them like a bionic inchworm.

"You're awfully mobile on this couch."

"My hips are perfectly functional."

"I'll say."

Luke's mouth was promptly shut by the feel of Alex-his tongue, flat and very long-licking up his sternum. Alex wiggled some more, reapplying that able muscle just above Luke's navel and licking obscene swirls on Luke's tummy. His c.o.c.k throbbed in desperate appeal.

"You have-ah!-a very long tongue."

"It runs in my appendages" came Alex's m.u.f.fled reply.

Luke stifled a whimper at that, and at the feel of Alex's wet tongue circling his navel. He felt the head of his c.o.c.k paint moisture along Alex's throat.

Luke gasped. "Not to rush you or anything, but did I mention the 'hard since Luzerne' Luzerne' thing?" thing?"

Alex chuckled. "So impatient." But he s.h.i.+mmied down a little more and then....

"Holy f.u.c.k!" Luke breathed.

He was engulfed in a wet heat that was at once tugging and tickling and laving and sucking. He had never felt anything quite like it, and he had to look down to where he was holding himself up off the sofa just to confirm that it was, in fact, Alex's mouth.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing to me?" Luke groaned, like he was dying.

Alex stopped and tilted his head back to look up at him. "Is it not okay?"

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing stopping stopping?"

Alex smiled and went back to it.

In his braced-up position, it was almost impossible to not thrust, and he tried it, gently, being sent mad by the sensations on his c.o.c.k. Alex took it in stride and in fact seemed to like it, if the hands he placed on Alex's hips to urge him forward were any indication.

Luke closed his eyes, focusing all his senses on the unbelievable pleasure he felt slipping in an out of that warm mouth that was all tongue and lips and perfect amount of pressure and suction and absolute, freaking debauchery.

His o.r.g.a.s.m took him by surprise. There was no way in h.e.l.l he could stop it. "Coming," he whispered.

Alex moaned his approval and pulled him in deep, sucking hard. He stayed with Luke through his long, wracking shudders and didn't let go until Luke was too sensitive to bear it anymore.

Luke finally collapsed, aiming to land beside Alex instead of on top of him and making a half-a.s.sed job of it. Alex pulled a few stuck limbs free and squirmed his way back up Luke's body.

Luke managed to raise one eyelid. "That was the best b.l.o.w.j.o.b ever ever."

"Really?" Alex seemed quite pleased.

"Um-hmm. It was an eleven." He allowed his heavy eyelids to close. "Though I think you could work up to a twelve with a little practice. Or a lot of practice. I'm self-sacrificing that way."

"Big of you."

"The cliche-o-meter just jumped, and I didn't even say anything," Luke muttered tiredly.

"Yes, I heard it, too. Are you hungry? We could order a pizza."

"Pizza and burgers in the same day. We could fry up a pound of bacon while we wait for delivery. Crack a pint of Ben and Jerry's and pour some b.u.t.ter on it."

"Do you always talk this much when you're falling asleep? You're practically snoring between words."

"I talk in my sleep, too. So it never ends really."

"I knew there was a reason I bought those earplugs," Alex said.

Chapter 4.

LUKE knew it was setting a dangerous precedent not to go home that night, but he really liked holding Alex and he felt... good there. It felt right. So when Alex invited, Luke followed him into the bedroom and stayed. When he woke up, it was early morning. Alex was already awake, looking out the window at a dismal downpour, his eyes vacant. knew it was setting a dangerous precedent not to go home that night, but he really liked holding Alex and he felt... good there. It felt right. So when Alex invited, Luke followed him into the bedroom and stayed. When he woke up, it was early morning. Alex was already awake, looking out the window at a dismal downpour, his eyes vacant.

"Gee, that rain looks treacherous. Guess Trevor will have to wait 'til it clears," Luke said dryly. He pulled Alex's back against his chest.

"Muddy ground, accidents happen," Alex agreed. "Best not to risk it." Even though he was joking, his smile was sad.

"What are you thinking about?"

It took a moment for Alex to answer. "I was thinking about Billy."

"The kid? The goat?"

Alex chuckled. "No, Billy Smith. He's in my Wheels and Meals group. We get together once a month at someone's house and have a potluck."

"Sounds like a scream. So what about Billy Smith from Wheels and Meals?"

Alex hesitated to answer. He was playing his fingers over Luke's forearm as it lay against his waist. Luke told himself it was silly to feel jealous, but he could tell there was something about this story that bothered Alex.

"Billy is a really sweet kid. He's twenty and he has cerebral palsy. He hasn't got it that bad yet, but he's a little twisted to one side and has tremors. The thing is, he really likes me. Imagines himself in love with me, in fact. But I could just never find him attractive."

"So? You're allowed."

"I know." Alex sighed deeply. "But... I hurt him. I figure someday my payback will come, you know? Karma. It's a b.i.t.c.h."

"Hey. What do you mean?" Luke pressed softly.

Alex s.h.i.+fted his head to meet Luke's eyes. "He wasn't good enough for me, right? And I'm not good enough for... a lot of people. It's all like a hundred-layer cake, isn't it? This guy over here is at tier twenty, and this other guy is at tier fifteen, and ne'er the twain shall meet. And sometimes a tier twenty might dabble with a tier eighteen for a bit, but the tier eighteen is in for it eventually. Because that's how it works. Everyone wants something better than themselves or at least the equivalent. It's human nature."

"What are you talking about?" Luke said, getting a little bit angry at what the closed-off look in Alex's eyes was implying. He sat up.

"Look, it's at least ten points off for the chair. I know that," Alex insisted.

"Jesus Christ."

Alex pinched his lips together so hard they were white, as if trying to take the words back. "Sorry... I. Don't listen to me. I can't help it. You know, logic puzzle guy. I think about these things."

Luke huffed.

"You're just so... attractive and smart. You could date anyone." Alex's expression was sad and shut-off and G.o.dd.a.m.n resigned. "Like that guy you brought home that one night. The biker. He was hot."

Something twisted in Luke's chest. "That's why you stopped sending me puzzles, isn't it?"

Alex shrugged. "You could have anyone."