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“…and in other news…”
Alex shut off the TV, despite his reasons for having it on in the first place. Mindless claptrap; vacuous drivel. He wondered why people bothered.
And then he remembered.
“aah! Oo! SHIIT!”
Yes, the telltale noises from the bedroom filled the dead air once the living room became quiet.
Setting the remote on the coffee table and rising from the couch, Alex wandered onto the veranda of the apartment. The midday sun had made everything it touched hotter than hades. Even the shades Alex was wearing didn’t help.
Should have brought a book. The noise from traffic helped drown things out, though.
A bit. Somewhat.
…alas, not nearly enough.
‘THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!’
Alex wondered how much Chris could take, and how good an idea this was in the first place. What the fuck was he doing here? Why had he agreed?
Honestly, it’d been her idea – her idea all along. Wasn’t that always the way, though? Hadn’t he agreed to anything – EVERYTHING – just so he could get close…stay close…maybe one day himself, BE the one…
No. Best not go there. The one thing that trumped Alex’ ever-lengthening wish list was his hubris – and NOTHING was ever gonna change that.
Not even being in the same apartment while Chris was being – well, abused, essentially.
And the worst of it? It wasn’t HIM doing the abusing!
‘THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!’
“Oh JEBUS FUCKING HELL! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh…”
Shit, that sounded bad. Or did it? Hard to discern, that dividing line between heaven and hell – if there even were one.
And what had Alex promised himself? Wouldn’t get involved; wouldn’t interfere – he was just there as an escort – providing he behaved, that is. And he’d done pretty well so far.
…made it through the door.
…managed to swap a few not unpleasantries before things began.
Didn’t even unlock the switchblade he’d brought in case the desire to castrate the motherfucker who was now taking considerable liberties with the woman he loved overtook him.
…LOVED? Did he just say that?
Hope that didn’t come out of his mouth. Because wouldn’t that be telling.
Sheesh – good thing no one could read his mind.
No, he’d done quite well to this point – going along because, go-between that he was, tacit player in this almost ménage-a-trois, his reasons were…
Completely fucked. In the HEAD.
Compounding issues was the rather telltale bulge pressing insistently on the inside of Alex’s zipper. If that didn’t complicate things, darned if he knew what would.
…well, Chris WAS a nice piece of flesh, after all – no matter what their relationship. And with Alex certainly being no stranger to all things kinky, well…stands to reason.
Reason…ha! Unzipping his pants and taking himself out, sure enough – Alex’s hard-on raged as loudly as Chris’s voice in the next room. Could he talk himself down? Perhaps by focusing elsewhere, he might tame the wild beast?
…aah, it was no use. Just get it OVER with, Alex thought, closing his eyes and beginning to stroke. Mmm…imagining Chris’s sweet cheeks, all criss-crossed with red marks…feeling between her lips, all swollen and wet…positioning himself behind her, and pressing inward…
Oh…FUCK, that felt good! Oh…FUCK! He just came – all over himself.
…oh, shit – they were making moving noises. Sounded like they had finished up. Quickly stuffing his cock back in his pants and wiping himself up as best he could, Alex sat back down on the couch. Grabbing the pack of Camel Lights she’d left beside her purse when Chris first came in, Alex fished out a cigarette.
As the bedroom door opened, Alex avoided eye contact with ‘him’ as he headed to the washroom and closed the door, attempting to regain his composure – or at least calm his pulse. Humming an atonal tune to drown out the sounds of the penile waterfall, Alex absent-mindedly rolled the cigarette around in his fingers.
“Is that a cigarette in your hands or are you just happy to see me?” Noticing that Chris gaze centered on Alex’s midriff, Alex saw that he was still unzipped; a telltale stain on his pants.
‘Sorry,’ he said, popping the cigarette in his mouth and zipping up as quickly as he could.
Fuck Chris was radient just standing there – even post coitus, post playtime, or post abuse – however it could be characterized. Yes, though her naked torso was criss-crossed with red stripes, her inner beauty caused Alex’ cock to press insistently against his in-seam again. Damn testosterone!
“…I, um…yeah. Nice to see you – I mean, how’d it…
Chris laughed her soul-stealing and heart-wrenching laugh, moving to sit beside him on the couch.
“There there, dear. Something troubling you?”
Alex took the cigarette from his mouth. “Nothing. Just…the usual.”
“Alex,” Chris said, taking the cigarette from him and fishing in her purse for her lighter. “You know our agreement. You’re under no obligation to be here. In fact, I warned you…”
I know; I know,” Alex agreed as took the lighter from her, lighting the cigarette. “I’m here because I…want…to be. Really.”
Sighing the smoke from her lungs, Chris said “Really.”
Alex stared blankly into space for a moment, unmoving.
There was that laugh again.
“MORAL support? Darling…”
Reaching over, Chris put her palm on the side of his head, pulling him toward her and kissing his forehead.
“I’m a big girl. You know I can take care of myself.”
Looking Chris in the eye, Alex extracted the cigarette from her fingers and took a drag. Holding the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, he finally exhaled in a fit of coughing.
‘I didn’t know you smoked,’ Chris smiled, grabbing the cigarette before it slipped from Alex’s fingers.
‘I don’t,’ Alex heaved, his eyes watering and his lungs on fire.
‘Silly boy,’ Chris laughed, pulling Alex to her chest and butting the cigarette out after taking a final drag.
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