Real People Slashfic: Whatever Happens
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thebratqueenAlrighty, thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
versaphile this series that I am absolutely, positively NOT writing finally has a name. It is "That Would Be Wrong".
You can't say it's not appropriate.
So mucho thanks, Pam! I've adjusted the memories accordingly, and added links in the previous bits to point to the new memory section.
Also appropriately enough, I have a new part for you.
Previous parts can be found here.
Whatever Happens
By TBQ
A pinprick of ice lives in Alexis's stomach.
It's been there for days. Since the day David glanced at him while they were on the set and Alexis knew, *knew* that "soon" now had a date. There was a time, a place. It was real. It was a plan.
It was in that moment that Alexis felt absolutely terrified.
Alexis tells himself over and over that this doesn't have to happen. It's only words. Cocky words, appropriately enough. Kiss-drunk ravings that made him say yes, he wants this, yes, he'll go mad without it.
They haven't been kissing lately, though that's not due to planning. It's the schedule. There isn't a free moment available. Not a second to themselves.
Alexis thinks maybe this is the universe's way of reminding him of how things are supposed to be. David is a friend. David should *only* be a friend. There shouldn't be more than that, no matter how often Alexis's body tingles whenever David is near.
Alexis writes a lot of emails in his head. He mentally dials David's cellphone over and over again. He knows the start of it by heart: David, I've been thinking...
But Alexis doesn't type a single letter, and David's cell never sees a record of Alexis's ID in the log of missed calls.
Instead, Alexis has his ice. It keeps him awake at night, and ironically wishing he could talk to David and ask his advice simply as a friend.
David doesn't tell Alexis what the plan is, but when the weekend for the bachelor party arrives, Alexis knows that this is when it will happen.
It's not his own bachelor party, though it's a good enough preview of it. Bachelor parties mean chartering a plane and flying out to Vegas. It's a tradition that's mired in the history of the other set, and Alexis doesn't even know whose wedding was the first to set it off. Regardless, any man working on either show knows to expect it.
This time the connection is more nebulous. It's a friend of Mike's who's only worked with them a handful of times. But Mike is close to everyone, his friends are their friends, and everyone is happy to grab onto the excuse to party and get away from the doom and gloom of the season.
Alexis later finds out that David made sure to front a great deal of the cost, since he makes more than Mike does.
None of them are rich, however, which is why it is also a tradition for them to pair up for rooms. The ice in Alexis's stomach expects this when they arrive at the hotel. David's at the check-in desk, chatting in his big-smiled way with the woman who's handling the details. Alexis watches as she slides plastic keys in paper envelopes across the counter, tapping them with manicured fingernails as she explains which room is which.
Mike and his friend get a suite. The rest of them have to split more mundane accommodations.
Alexis grips the nylon strap of his carry-on bag with a clammy palm. He braces himself as David comes over, readying for the moment that David will hand him his key and say -
"Andy, you're with me."
Alexis blinks. He blinks again. Andy, who comes for the gambling and the fun of any party regardless of the focus, is taking a key from David. The two of them are already talking about who gets which bed.
"Looks like we're roomies," Jay says. He frowns when Alexis doesn't respond right away. "You okay?"
Alexis forces himself to stop looking at David. "Yes. Fine. I'm just a little tired."
"If you say so," Jay says.
Alexis has no idea if either one of them is telling the truth.
***
He calls Alyson from the room. Her voice is sweet, and teasing. While Jay's in the bathroom they talk about what they would do if she was the surprise guest for the strip show. The conversation turns dirty on both their parts. It's almost enough for him to want to go home - or at least have a room to himself.
Aly torments him when Jay comes out of the bathroom, whispering pornographic things into Alexis's ear that he can't possibly respond to while someone other than Aly can hear him. He contents himself with promises of revenge, to which Aly merely replies with obscene suggestions on how he could keep his word.
When he hangs up he feels happier, but the ice in his stomach hasn't gone away. With shame he realizes it's because he feels disappointed that David's not there.
***
The party is loud and perfect. It begins with slot machines, moves on to poker, includes a ride in a stretch Humvee, and winds up in a strip club by their hotel where they've booked a private room.
David's enjoying himself. Alexis can tell that by the smile on his face, and the way that he dances with moves so ridiculous that he cracks himself up long before anybody else starts to laugh. David buys rounds for their group, does elaborate improvised conversations with the strippers where he pretends not to know what they do for a living, and sings along to songs in Spanish that he knows absolutely none of the words to.
The guest of honor is also enjoying the party, but Alexis finds he couldn't care less about him.
Alexis keeps to the back. He answers "tired" to anyone who asks him why he's not in the middle of things. After a while the response evolves. He didn't sleep last night. He's not feeling one hundred percent. He's got a headache. He might be coming down with something. He's thinks he's got a case of the flu.
His friends are friends but they're also men. They take the excuses without question and then leap back into the fray, happy to have done their obligation to a fallen comrade. Of them all the only one who might look at him doubtfully is Andy, and he's currently onstage serenading a woman who doesn't yet understand that she can gyrate against him all she likes, it won't do any good.
Alexis sits by himself. He sips a whisky, which at some point he claimed to be doing for medicinal purposes because he was coming down with a cough. He's not drunk, though there's enough smoke in the room to make him mourn for a cigarette to cap off a proper buzz. His head *does* hurt, now, and he thinks about calling it a night.
At some point he loses sight of David. It's at the same exact moment when he realizes that he's been doing nothing *but* looking at David. He curses his denial and lack of discretion in one breath and wonders what in Hell he thinks he's doing.
He's ready to give up and go back to his room when a large shadow slumps down into a chair beside him.
"You sick?" David asks.
"I - " Alexis doesn't know how to answer. He goes for something like truth. "My head hurts."
"Music too much?" David asks.
"Maybe," Alexis says.
There's applause and cheering by the stage. Andy steps off, waving to the crowd like royalty as he gives way for the next round of strippers to do their set.
David shouts and hoots his approval with a boisterous "Way to go, Andy!" before adding, in a much more normal voice, "You wanna go with me?"
It takes Alexis a second to understand that the question's being addressed to him. It's another shockwave of understanding to realize that there's hidden meaning in the tone.
"*With* you?" Alexis repeats, pinning volumes of hope on the emphasis of a single word.
"I'm serious," David replies, with a look in his eyes that says he's well aware of what the word "serious" has come to mean between them.
The pinprick of ice becomes a hailstorm. Alexis's stomach hurts. His entire body flashes cold. One hand jerks into a fist as he thinks: No. This is a bad idea. David, we shouldn't do this. Let's stop now, and forget this ever happened.
Out loud he says, "Yes."
David's answering smile makes him feel dizzier than the whisky has managed to.
The world blurs. Alexis is lost in a chaos of wondering the right order to stand, get their things, and make an exit. Do they do it at the same time? Separately? How long should one of them wait so no one has any idea that they're actually leaving together?
David isn't nearly so troubled. "Andy!" he calls out, loud enough to be heard over the ear-numbing sound of bass that's rumbling from the speakers. "Give Alex your key!"
Andy detangles himself from the clot of people by the stage. His face is flushed from singing and one too many martinis. "What?"
"Give Alex your key," David says. "We're leaving."
Andy gives David his martini to hold, then starts patting down his pockets. "Everything okay?"
"He's not feeling good and I've got an early call on Monday," David says. He grins as he adds, "*Some* of us can't hide our weekend crimes with an extra coat of green."
"Lemme tell you something," Andy replies, "if *that* was all the green was for, I'd live a life sin-free. Here ya go."
The last part is addressed to Alexis as Andy holds out the magnetic card to the room. Alexis stares at it, thinking that this is the part in the video game of his life where either he's about to find the greatest prize, or destroy himself in a gory mess without any hope of an extra turn or a do-over.
"Give Andy *your* key," David prompts. He pats Alexis on the back, giving Andy a look of "see what I mean?" "Told you he wasn't feeling well."
"OJ," Andy advises. "And plenty of rest."
"Right, yes," Alexis says, though lips that feel numb. His body spasms into motion, taking Andy's key and managing to produce his own. "Here. I - my things, I'll -"
"He'll grab 'em in the morning," David says.
Andy waves it off. "I'm not planning on coming back *until* the morning, if that. Take your time. I'll get my stuff before we go."
"Thank you," Alexis tells Andy. He doesn't know if that's even the right response given what they've been saying, but it's all he can come up with.
They leave. Alexis gives game replies to well-wishers. David is more outgoing, glad-handing his way through the group and making sure everyone serving the party has been properly tipped.
They leave the club, emerging owlishly into the bright Vegas lights that nearly blind them for the short distance it takes to walk back to their hotel.
Inside the hotel Alexis keeps his eyes on the carpeting. He fills his vision with blue and green squares, too worried to wonder what would happen if he looked at the man standing a half foot away from him.
They reach the elevator. Others are already there, waiting. The doors chime open and they step inside.
Their rooms are near the top floor. Alexis and David stand in opposite corners, pressed into place by the crowd. No one talks as the elevator slowly climbs upward, stopping to let out passengers along the way.
Alexis starts to talk himself out of it again. The ice is now a hard knot. He entertains the thought of going back downstairs, switching keys with Andy again, finding some way to get out of all this.
A thumping sound distracts him. He looks up. Everyone in the elevator faces forward, keeping an unfocused gaze at the floor numbers as they light up. Except for David, who's also watching the numbers but his head is bobbing, as if to music only he can hear.
David's hands are behind his back, and Alexis realizes that the thumping is coming from him.
A few moments later, Alexis realizes that David is drumming out the rhythm for "Louie Louie".
David's so absurdly wrapped up in it that Alexis snickers before he can stop himself. Then he snorts. Then he starts coughing to cover up the fact that he's laughing outright. People look at him anyway, but when David looks he does it with a delighted smile. He taps his fingers, adding extra flourish - ba DA ba DA ba da-da ba da-da ba da-DA da-DA ba - and Alexis sees nothing on David's face except the happiness that someone else is enjoying the music along with him.
A certain tension leaves Alexis's shoulders as he realizes that yes, he is.
It's not coldness that keeps Alexis company for the rest of the ride, but rather the Kingsmen. Alexis sings along in his head, his own hand tapping out some of the sound as for what is easily the thousandth time he wonders if the correct line is "We gotta go" or "Me gotta go". He's halfway to making a mental note to ask Pat, one of his musician friends, when a whistle catches his attention.
"Hey, Denisof," David says, "hold the door, would ya?"
Alexis shakes the fog out of his head. He and David are alone in the elevator, save for a woman who looks to be north of her 70s and who is trying to juggle a walker and a bag of souvenirs.
"You don't have to," the woman says.
"It's okay, I don't mind," David says. He takes the bag, making a grand and gallant gesture towards the hallway. "Besides, whenever I come to Vegas I like to flirt with beautiful women."
The woman laughs. She makes her way forward, carefully positioning the walker as she goes.
Alexis leans on the "Door open" button. He watches as David walks her to her room, giving no sign that he's in any way bothered by the creeping pace. He can't hear what they're saying, but David's posture is open and friendly, and occasionally bursts of laughter shake the shoulders of them both. David then waves off what looks like the offer of a tip, but does accept a kiss on the cheek.
"She's got a nephew who knows a guy who went to high school with my cousin," David says when he comes back.
Alexis lets go of the button. "You knew that when you saw her?"
"Nah, just found out," David says. "Funny who you run into, huh?"
"You told her who you were?" Alexis asks.
David shrugs. "Seemed polite."
The elevator deposits them on David's floor. David leads the way, flipping his key card over and over between his fingers. Alexis watches this bit of dexterity, and thinks that David must be quite sober in order to pull it off without dropping the card to the floor.
The room is dark when they reach it. David turns a light on by the bathroom, then starts closing the curtains.
"Shove Andy's stuff out of the way if you want," David says. "Mine too. Want anything from room service?"
Alexis hovers in the entranceway. The door to the room shuts behind him with a clatter that feels damning and conspicuous. "David, you told that woman who you were."
David empties his pants pockets. Spare change, wallet, and cell phone get left on the small table by the TV. "Tell a lot of people who I am."
Alexis steps forward. "You said who *I* was. You used my last name."
"Didn't know we were undercover," David says.
"You don't think we *should* be?" Alexis asks.
"We're not *spies*, Alex." A grin splits David's face. "Or are we? You wanna play spies?"
"We aren't spies," Alexis says.
"We could be," David says. He sits down on the bed closest to the window. "Is this like action movie or cold war?"
"David - "
"Cold war could be fun," David says. "I could be something outta Clancy and you could do a Russian accent."
"I am not doing a Russian accent," Alexis says.
David's shoulders slump. "Not even for me?"
"That's not the *point*," Alexis says.
"There's a point now?" David asks.
"Yes," Alexis begins to pace about the room. His well rehearsed speech comes easily to his lips, though he modifies some of the words for their present situation. "David, I've been thinking. This isn't a wise idea. You and I have obligations, and moreover this is a *danger*. If anyone were to see us or suspect what we are doing it… David, what *are* you doing?"
David's left hand drops his shirt to the floor. His chest is now completely bare. He then kicks off his shoes. "I'm getting undressed."
Alexis grinds to a halt. "But we're talking."
"You're talking," David says. One green and orange striped sock comes off, then the other. "Way I see it, that's what you do before you get ready for getting up close and personal with me. You do nervous chatter, I take my clothes off. I figure if I take my clothes off while you're doing the chattering, we can both be done at the same time and then get right into it."
Alexis opens and closes his mouth several times. Then he asks, "If I keep talking, are the pants next?"
David hooks a thumb behind his belt buckle. He gives Alexis a lazy smile. "Find out."
It's several breaths before Alexis can ask, "Is there ice in your bucket?"
"Probably melted by now," David says.
"It'll do," Alexis goes into the vestibule by the bathroom and fixes himself a glass of liquid that holds only the faintest memory of what being frozen used to be like. He takes several long swallows, then fixes himself another.
"You okay?" David asks.
Alexis stares at himself in the mirror. "David, this is *dangerous*."
"I brought condoms."
"Please stop telling me how much you planned for this."
"Why?"
"Because it's turning me on."
"That's not the point?"
Alexis rejoins him, glass of melted ice in hand. "The point is that this isn't safe."
"Because I used my real name," David says. "And yours."
"People could know who we are," Alexis says. "They could guess."
David rubs his face tiredly. "You're that worried about people finding out you were with me?"
Alexis can immediately tell that David doesn't get it. "No, I'm worried about people finding out that *I* was with *you*."
"Isn't that what I just said?" David asks.
Alexis sits on the bed closest to the bathroom. He puts his glass on the nightstand, then faces David. "No, it's not. I don't care about people finding out about what *I* do. To be frank, neither does anyone else. I'm not newsworthy. I'm barely worthy of getting my own name on a photo of me on the red carpet next to Alyson. But *you* - David, you're the star. It's your name on the show. If one whiff of scandal hit you and made its way back to the network, you could be in serious trouble."
David tilts his head. Puzzlement shapes his face. "You're worried about *me*?"
"Of course," Alexis says.
"Not you."
"David, nobody *cares*," Alexis reminds him.
"If you want to talk my pants off do it quick," David says. "Because I'm about to jump you."
Alexis quickly stands, holding his hands out in front of him to ward David off. "I mean it."
David stands as well. "So do I."
"You could be *caught*," Alexis says, stepping back. "The suits would tear you to shreds."
David closes the distance. "I don't care."
There's a wall behind Alexis now. Alexis abstractly wonders how often his arousal near David has put him quite literally in between a rock and a hard place. Then abstract thoughts become difficult as he starts to feel the warmth of David's skin, and David's mouth hovers close to his own.
"This is a bad idea," Alexis says, clinging to his speech when all other words fail him. "We - we could be seen. Or…someone could… could notice us…"
"What I don't get," David says, resting his arms on the wall, his body now one push-up away from being right on top of Alexis's, "is that you're not usually a wound-up guy. I've watched you prance around in tights, a leotard, and a bright red G-string. Why does *this* freak you out so much?"
"Because it's serious," Alexis replies, and he's not at all surprised when that's the last thing spoken before they start to kiss.
This isn't the on the set kissing. It's not playful. It's teasing, but of a different kind. Alexis feels himself be engulfed in David's heat as David devours him, open-mouthed and slow and wet. It's not long before Alexis is moaning, and clinging to him, and writhing his hips against David's thigh.
David goes lower. Down to Alexis's neck which for the two of them is virgin territory. Alexis's head falls back against the wall as for the first time he feels David's lips on the column of his throat, moving up and down with feathery kisses, and tiny bites. Then David's mouth forms a circle at the angle between neck and shoulder. He sucks, pulling at the skin in a way that's strong and steady.
Alexis tightens his hands on David's back, digging in fingernails as the pull becomes painful and Alexis thinks that maybe it will leave a mark. He makes a noise that's not even a syllable of protest before giving up, scratching at the long expanse of David's bare skin and making other noises that are nothing like disagreement and absolutely nothing like dignity.
"Shirt," David says. It's the only preamble before David's hands tug Alexis's T-shirt out of his jeans, then snake underneath the cloth to rub and caress Alexis's back and front.
Alexis bends his head, taking David's mouth in kisses that he doesn't want to stop. He feels self-conscious, and awkward. But then David moans into him, sending vibrations all over Alexis's body.
"Want you," David says. He's tugging at the shirt harder now, as though he's forgotten how to remove it. "Been driving me nuts all day."
"I've been thinking about it too," Alexis admits, feeling the spark of desire that had laid behind the icy wall of fear. The ice is gone now. Melted, like the water in the glass, puddling in his abdomen and turning into slow boil that's sinking down into his cock. "All day. All week. For *months*."
David laughs. He catches Alexis's lower lip between his teeth. Perhaps he might have said something, but Alexis gasps at the bite, and then they're kissing once more.
They tangle together. David's broad arms wrapped around Alexis's body, Alexis's hands in David's hair. Legs thrust in between each other's as their tongues slide back and forth in a lazy dance.
Alexis is hard. Rock hard. His cock might even be leaking at the tip already, he can't tell. He can feel David's cock, though. It's firm, and pressing against his hip. Alexis twists, giving David a tiny taste of friction because that's all the room he has to move in. He keeps at it with a thrust-thrust-thrust because that's *David's* cock and he's been dying to touch it and feel it for so damned long now and he *wants* it, wants to make it ache and throb and harden and -
"Stop that. Right now." David says. He's breathing hard. Alexis has never seen David's eyes go so dark. The hands on Alexis's body are trembling. "I don't want to lose it yet."
Alexis marvels at the sight that's directly out of the porn films that have been playing almost non-stop in his mind. He's oddly clear-headed, and very aware of what he is doing. The moment stretches out between them, and Alexis feels confident that as aroused as they both are, he could still leave and David would understand.
"Fuck me," Alexis says, crossing the line and doing it deliberately. "Take my clothes off and get me into bed."
David does it in reverse order. It takes only a half-turn to push Alexis down onto the mattress. Then it's a scramble/crawl up towards the pillows, kissing each other all the way. Alexis fumbles at the buckle for David's pants. David continues to pull at Alexis's shirt.
"Two seconds and I'm ripping this off," David warns, his fingers tangled up near the right shirtsleeve.
Alexis is achingly tempted to let him. It's been so long since he's been with a man that the mere thought of such a display of testosterone goes right to the core of him, making his cock twitch and beg like a dog hearing it's master's voice. He doesn't want to get lost in the practicalities of whether or not David really *can* tear through a shirt, though, so he sits back just enough to yank the shirt up and over his head. Then he kicks off his loafers, reaching down to get at the socks and drop them to the floor. All the while David nuzzles and kisses his ear.
"I mean it," Alexis says, once he can turn back to him. "Fuck me."
"Definitely on the menu," David promises.
David's hands move down, and again it's virgin territory for them both. For all the attraction between them, they've never even gone past second base. For the first time Alexis feels David massaging his thighs, and his hips. Strong thumbs slide along the inseam of his jeans. David's mouth breathes warm air through the thickness of the button fly. Alexis closes his eyes, twisting his hands into the comforter as his hips rise off of the bed and into that welcome furnace.
David presses him back down. His fingers pop the fly open and Alexis gets even harder as he thinks yes, David touching him, David jerking him off, right out of the fantasy, yes.
But David's not interested in a hand job. He does pull Alexis's cock out of his boxers, and he does wrap his right hand around the base of the shaft, but then he bends down, taking Alexis's cock into his mouth, and begins to suck and lick at him.
Alexis hyperventilates. He wants to look away from this too-obscene view of his cock sliding in and out of David's lips but it's not possible. It's like looking away from the light of the sun. It's too brilliant, and Alexis doesn't care if it ends up blinding him.
David is skilled. His hand squeezes. His tongue traces patterns that might or might not be letters. His lips and teeth tickle at the tip, and the slit that is now, yes, definitely losing control of the first few drops of come. Alexis frees a hand, grabbing David by the hair to - to what? Order him about? Force him to go faster? David is doing so well all on his own that thoughts of what Alexis might suggest fall far into the back of his head, never to be spoken.
Instead Alexis tries to reciprocate. He stretches his hand down, cupping the front of David's pants, then pulling the zipper down so he can go directly inside. He sucks in a breath as he feels the hot velvet of David's erection. His hand stills at the overwhelming reality.
"Alex," David says, his voice soft. The tremble is back in his hands. "Don't tease."
It's enough to get him going. He makes rough work of the belt buckle, takes a couple of tries to get the button out of the way. Then it's David's cock, firm and thick and as big as all the rumors had led Alexis to imagine it would be. Alexis wraps his fingers around it and begins to stroke. He keeps a light touch at the base and increases the pressure as he pulls towards the tip.
David groans. He lifts himself up, finding Alexis's mouth again. Alexis kisses him greedily, sucking and licking out any taste of himself that he can find. David groans louder at that, thrusting himself into the circle of Alexis's hand.
"Fuck me," Alexis says. His balls are starting to tighten. He feels high, intoxicated, utterly stoned on the sensation of David being so close to him. "*Fuck* me."
David nods, apparently just as unable to wait any longer. "Top or bottom?"
Alexis hesitates. He hadn't considered that David would offer. The thought of ramming himself inside of David's body tempts him, but he turns it down. This is cheating. It's an affair. Alexis wants to embrace the guilt of it, and leave himself no plausible deniability. Getting his cock into someone else could be an accident. It could happen to anyone at a bachelor party. Allowing someone to put their cock into *him*, however, is a deliberate act. It's the whole truth of what he wanted, and Alexis doesn't think he has the right to try to pussyfoot around it just so he can try to plead his innocence later on.
"Bottom," Alexis says. "I want you in me."
"Okay," David agrees. The bed creaks as he sits up. The two of them shuck pants and underwear off of their bodies and out of the way. Alexis watches, mesmerized, as David fishes condoms and lube out of an overnight case that's lying on the floor. David gets lube onto his fingers, then stares at Alexis, gesturing for guidance. "Face to face, or…?"
Alexis would love to look at David while this is happening, but doesn't trust his back to hold the position for as long as they need. He turns around, lifting his hips by way of an answer.
The view must hit David in just the right way, because he groans, palming his clean hand along Alexis's side and bending over to kiss and lick at Alexis's spine and shoulderblades. Before Alexis can respond, however, David nudges his legs apart and - yes, God, too tight, too long since he's done this, should've let himself play with certain toys in the past few years just to keep limber and - oh… oh…. he'd forgotten how good that could feel when it was something true and solid inside of him, and not the thin slight fingers of a sexually adventurous girl.
It's only the lubrication, opening him up, prepping him, sliding in and out and -
Alexis frowns. He turns around, but can't see. He presses back, then gets the answer. He can feel David's thumb, index, ring, and pinky finger against his ass. In spite of how full he feels, it's only the middle that has slid inside of him.
Alexis can't help it. He starts to giggle, trying unsuccessfully to muffle himself against the pillows.
Amazingly, David is the sort of fellow who joins in on the laughter, rather than assuming he's at the brunt of the joke. He's smiling and chuckling along as he tries to make eye contact. "What's so funny?"
Alexis twists around enough to kiss David on the mouth. "Proportions," he answers. "I forgot how much bigger your hands are than mine."
"Okay," David says, clearly still waiting for the punchline.
"I was doing this," Alexis says, miming fucking himself with one single finger, "and pretending it was you. But for accuracy, in place of one finger of yours I *should* have been doing at least two of my own. Maybe even three."
He expected David to laugh at his silliness as well. Instead David's quieter, and his eyes are dark again. "You fucked yourself, pretending it was me?"
Alexis's breath catches. He nods, unable to look away from David as he whispers, "Yes."
It's a new kind of tension in David's body now. Alexis can feel it vibrating through him. It's a tight control. The kind David uses during fight scenes, when he holds back on the athlete's strength and power that he possesses to make sure he doesn't harm a single one of his castmates and friends. It's that control which guides David's hand to the strip of condom packets, lets him tear one open with his teeth, then get the condom onto his cock before doing anything else.
Once done, the finger that slides back into Alexis becomes more insistent, and Alexis knows that this is where all the tension and need is going to. It wakes Alexis's body up, getting him onto his hands and knees and making him push back into what is now definitely more than one finger as David opens him, readies him, pumps him and fills him and then - *yes* - replaces hand with large, thick, thick cock.
The two of them are statue-still, frozen as both of their bodies react to the shock of contact. Then, as though with one exhaled sigh, they begin to move, bodies rocking together, Alexis's hands disappearing into the sheets and pillowcases, David's hands first firm and guiding on Alexis's hips, then the left drops down to caress Alexis's balls before slowly stroking up and down the erection that is now tight against Alexis's belly.
"Alex," David murmurs, and it brings a groan out of Alexis's body because the sound of David saying his name has become somehow intimate and dirty all at the same time. It's making him harder, hornier, desperate to thrust into David's hand or back onto David's cock and the push-pull of the two desires makes the room spin and the bed tilt and David's the only true and secure thing in it.
"David," Alexis says, wanting to give that right back to him, wanting David to know what it feels like when your name is turned into a heated whisper for a touch or a fuck, and perhaps he says those last parts out loud too because the hand on his hip tightens, and the hand on his cock starts to stutter-jerk up and down, and David's hips keep thrusting and thrusting and God, yes, *that*, spot, *there*, the one that hasn't felt a cock in so damned long and yes, oh, fuck - "David!"
The orgasm surprises him, leaping out of his body before he knew he was even at the line to trip over it. He cries out, feeling the stripes of come as they hit his arms and chest, then moans, long and low, as the endorphins race through his bloodstream.
"David," he sighs, feeling boneless and heavy.
David's not done yet. Alexis tries to help, adding turns and thrusts of his hips, and peppering it with true obscenities now. "Fuck me, take me, rape me with that enormous cock of yours, please, David, do it to me, now, please, fuck me, please" and then it's a sharp intake of breath and a shiver that alerts Alexis to David's rapidly arriving climax which makes David whimper, and go quiet until the last of the shudders go out of him.
They collapse onto the bed, sticky with sweat and come. The condom is quickly taken care of. The only energy they have left is just enough to roll out of the way of the wet spot, and then to fall asleep in one another's arms.
That night Alexis has the first good night's sleep that he's had in months. It's restful, and calm, and filled with dreams of David.
versaphile this series that I am absolutely, positively NOT writing finally has a name. It is "That Would Be Wrong". You can't say it's not appropriate.
So mucho thanks, Pam! I've adjusted the memories accordingly, and added links in the previous bits to point to the new memory section.
Also appropriately enough, I have a new part for you.
Previous parts can be found here.
Whatever Happens
By TBQ
A pinprick of ice lives in Alexis's stomach.
It's been there for days. Since the day David glanced at him while they were on the set and Alexis knew, *knew* that "soon" now had a date. There was a time, a place. It was real. It was a plan.
It was in that moment that Alexis felt absolutely terrified.
Alexis tells himself over and over that this doesn't have to happen. It's only words. Cocky words, appropriately enough. Kiss-drunk ravings that made him say yes, he wants this, yes, he'll go mad without it.
They haven't been kissing lately, though that's not due to planning. It's the schedule. There isn't a free moment available. Not a second to themselves.
Alexis thinks maybe this is the universe's way of reminding him of how things are supposed to be. David is a friend. David should *only* be a friend. There shouldn't be more than that, no matter how often Alexis's body tingles whenever David is near.
Alexis writes a lot of emails in his head. He mentally dials David's cellphone over and over again. He knows the start of it by heart: David, I've been thinking...
But Alexis doesn't type a single letter, and David's cell never sees a record of Alexis's ID in the log of missed calls.
Instead, Alexis has his ice. It keeps him awake at night, and ironically wishing he could talk to David and ask his advice simply as a friend.
David doesn't tell Alexis what the plan is, but when the weekend for the bachelor party arrives, Alexis knows that this is when it will happen.
It's not his own bachelor party, though it's a good enough preview of it. Bachelor parties mean chartering a plane and flying out to Vegas. It's a tradition that's mired in the history of the other set, and Alexis doesn't even know whose wedding was the first to set it off. Regardless, any man working on either show knows to expect it.
This time the connection is more nebulous. It's a friend of Mike's who's only worked with them a handful of times. But Mike is close to everyone, his friends are their friends, and everyone is happy to grab onto the excuse to party and get away from the doom and gloom of the season.
Alexis later finds out that David made sure to front a great deal of the cost, since he makes more than Mike does.
None of them are rich, however, which is why it is also a tradition for them to pair up for rooms. The ice in Alexis's stomach expects this when they arrive at the hotel. David's at the check-in desk, chatting in his big-smiled way with the woman who's handling the details. Alexis watches as she slides plastic keys in paper envelopes across the counter, tapping them with manicured fingernails as she explains which room is which.
Mike and his friend get a suite. The rest of them have to split more mundane accommodations.
Alexis grips the nylon strap of his carry-on bag with a clammy palm. He braces himself as David comes over, readying for the moment that David will hand him his key and say -
"Andy, you're with me."
Alexis blinks. He blinks again. Andy, who comes for the gambling and the fun of any party regardless of the focus, is taking a key from David. The two of them are already talking about who gets which bed.
"Looks like we're roomies," Jay says. He frowns when Alexis doesn't respond right away. "You okay?"
Alexis forces himself to stop looking at David. "Yes. Fine. I'm just a little tired."
"If you say so," Jay says.
Alexis has no idea if either one of them is telling the truth.
***
He calls Alyson from the room. Her voice is sweet, and teasing. While Jay's in the bathroom they talk about what they would do if she was the surprise guest for the strip show. The conversation turns dirty on both their parts. It's almost enough for him to want to go home - or at least have a room to himself.
Aly torments him when Jay comes out of the bathroom, whispering pornographic things into Alexis's ear that he can't possibly respond to while someone other than Aly can hear him. He contents himself with promises of revenge, to which Aly merely replies with obscene suggestions on how he could keep his word.
When he hangs up he feels happier, but the ice in his stomach hasn't gone away. With shame he realizes it's because he feels disappointed that David's not there.
***
The party is loud and perfect. It begins with slot machines, moves on to poker, includes a ride in a stretch Humvee, and winds up in a strip club by their hotel where they've booked a private room.
David's enjoying himself. Alexis can tell that by the smile on his face, and the way that he dances with moves so ridiculous that he cracks himself up long before anybody else starts to laugh. David buys rounds for their group, does elaborate improvised conversations with the strippers where he pretends not to know what they do for a living, and sings along to songs in Spanish that he knows absolutely none of the words to.
The guest of honor is also enjoying the party, but Alexis finds he couldn't care less about him.
Alexis keeps to the back. He answers "tired" to anyone who asks him why he's not in the middle of things. After a while the response evolves. He didn't sleep last night. He's not feeling one hundred percent. He's got a headache. He might be coming down with something. He's thinks he's got a case of the flu.
His friends are friends but they're also men. They take the excuses without question and then leap back into the fray, happy to have done their obligation to a fallen comrade. Of them all the only one who might look at him doubtfully is Andy, and he's currently onstage serenading a woman who doesn't yet understand that she can gyrate against him all she likes, it won't do any good.
Alexis sits by himself. He sips a whisky, which at some point he claimed to be doing for medicinal purposes because he was coming down with a cough. He's not drunk, though there's enough smoke in the room to make him mourn for a cigarette to cap off a proper buzz. His head *does* hurt, now, and he thinks about calling it a night.
At some point he loses sight of David. It's at the same exact moment when he realizes that he's been doing nothing *but* looking at David. He curses his denial and lack of discretion in one breath and wonders what in Hell he thinks he's doing.
He's ready to give up and go back to his room when a large shadow slumps down into a chair beside him.
"You sick?" David asks.
"I - " Alexis doesn't know how to answer. He goes for something like truth. "My head hurts."
"Music too much?" David asks.
"Maybe," Alexis says.
There's applause and cheering by the stage. Andy steps off, waving to the crowd like royalty as he gives way for the next round of strippers to do their set.
David shouts and hoots his approval with a boisterous "Way to go, Andy!" before adding, in a much more normal voice, "You wanna go with me?"
It takes Alexis a second to understand that the question's being addressed to him. It's another shockwave of understanding to realize that there's hidden meaning in the tone.
"*With* you?" Alexis repeats, pinning volumes of hope on the emphasis of a single word.
"I'm serious," David replies, with a look in his eyes that says he's well aware of what the word "serious" has come to mean between them.
The pinprick of ice becomes a hailstorm. Alexis's stomach hurts. His entire body flashes cold. One hand jerks into a fist as he thinks: No. This is a bad idea. David, we shouldn't do this. Let's stop now, and forget this ever happened.
Out loud he says, "Yes."
David's answering smile makes him feel dizzier than the whisky has managed to.
The world blurs. Alexis is lost in a chaos of wondering the right order to stand, get their things, and make an exit. Do they do it at the same time? Separately? How long should one of them wait so no one has any idea that they're actually leaving together?
David isn't nearly so troubled. "Andy!" he calls out, loud enough to be heard over the ear-numbing sound of bass that's rumbling from the speakers. "Give Alex your key!"
Andy detangles himself from the clot of people by the stage. His face is flushed from singing and one too many martinis. "What?"
"Give Alex your key," David says. "We're leaving."
Andy gives David his martini to hold, then starts patting down his pockets. "Everything okay?"
"He's not feeling good and I've got an early call on Monday," David says. He grins as he adds, "*Some* of us can't hide our weekend crimes with an extra coat of green."
"Lemme tell you something," Andy replies, "if *that* was all the green was for, I'd live a life sin-free. Here ya go."
The last part is addressed to Alexis as Andy holds out the magnetic card to the room. Alexis stares at it, thinking that this is the part in the video game of his life where either he's about to find the greatest prize, or destroy himself in a gory mess without any hope of an extra turn or a do-over.
"Give Andy *your* key," David prompts. He pats Alexis on the back, giving Andy a look of "see what I mean?" "Told you he wasn't feeling well."
"OJ," Andy advises. "And plenty of rest."
"Right, yes," Alexis says, though lips that feel numb. His body spasms into motion, taking Andy's key and managing to produce his own. "Here. I - my things, I'll -"
"He'll grab 'em in the morning," David says.
Andy waves it off. "I'm not planning on coming back *until* the morning, if that. Take your time. I'll get my stuff before we go."
"Thank you," Alexis tells Andy. He doesn't know if that's even the right response given what they've been saying, but it's all he can come up with.
They leave. Alexis gives game replies to well-wishers. David is more outgoing, glad-handing his way through the group and making sure everyone serving the party has been properly tipped.
They leave the club, emerging owlishly into the bright Vegas lights that nearly blind them for the short distance it takes to walk back to their hotel.
Inside the hotel Alexis keeps his eyes on the carpeting. He fills his vision with blue and green squares, too worried to wonder what would happen if he looked at the man standing a half foot away from him.
They reach the elevator. Others are already there, waiting. The doors chime open and they step inside.
Their rooms are near the top floor. Alexis and David stand in opposite corners, pressed into place by the crowd. No one talks as the elevator slowly climbs upward, stopping to let out passengers along the way.
Alexis starts to talk himself out of it again. The ice is now a hard knot. He entertains the thought of going back downstairs, switching keys with Andy again, finding some way to get out of all this.
A thumping sound distracts him. He looks up. Everyone in the elevator faces forward, keeping an unfocused gaze at the floor numbers as they light up. Except for David, who's also watching the numbers but his head is bobbing, as if to music only he can hear.
David's hands are behind his back, and Alexis realizes that the thumping is coming from him.
A few moments later, Alexis realizes that David is drumming out the rhythm for "Louie Louie".
David's so absurdly wrapped up in it that Alexis snickers before he can stop himself. Then he snorts. Then he starts coughing to cover up the fact that he's laughing outright. People look at him anyway, but when David looks he does it with a delighted smile. He taps his fingers, adding extra flourish - ba DA ba DA ba da-da ba da-da ba da-DA da-DA ba - and Alexis sees nothing on David's face except the happiness that someone else is enjoying the music along with him.
A certain tension leaves Alexis's shoulders as he realizes that yes, he is.
It's not coldness that keeps Alexis company for the rest of the ride, but rather the Kingsmen. Alexis sings along in his head, his own hand tapping out some of the sound as for what is easily the thousandth time he wonders if the correct line is "We gotta go" or "Me gotta go". He's halfway to making a mental note to ask Pat, one of his musician friends, when a whistle catches his attention.
"Hey, Denisof," David says, "hold the door, would ya?"
Alexis shakes the fog out of his head. He and David are alone in the elevator, save for a woman who looks to be north of her 70s and who is trying to juggle a walker and a bag of souvenirs.
"You don't have to," the woman says.
"It's okay, I don't mind," David says. He takes the bag, making a grand and gallant gesture towards the hallway. "Besides, whenever I come to Vegas I like to flirt with beautiful women."
The woman laughs. She makes her way forward, carefully positioning the walker as she goes.
Alexis leans on the "Door open" button. He watches as David walks her to her room, giving no sign that he's in any way bothered by the creeping pace. He can't hear what they're saying, but David's posture is open and friendly, and occasionally bursts of laughter shake the shoulders of them both. David then waves off what looks like the offer of a tip, but does accept a kiss on the cheek.
"She's got a nephew who knows a guy who went to high school with my cousin," David says when he comes back.
Alexis lets go of the button. "You knew that when you saw her?"
"Nah, just found out," David says. "Funny who you run into, huh?"
"You told her who you were?" Alexis asks.
David shrugs. "Seemed polite."
The elevator deposits them on David's floor. David leads the way, flipping his key card over and over between his fingers. Alexis watches this bit of dexterity, and thinks that David must be quite sober in order to pull it off without dropping the card to the floor.
The room is dark when they reach it. David turns a light on by the bathroom, then starts closing the curtains.
"Shove Andy's stuff out of the way if you want," David says. "Mine too. Want anything from room service?"
Alexis hovers in the entranceway. The door to the room shuts behind him with a clatter that feels damning and conspicuous. "David, you told that woman who you were."
David empties his pants pockets. Spare change, wallet, and cell phone get left on the small table by the TV. "Tell a lot of people who I am."
Alexis steps forward. "You said who *I* was. You used my last name."
"Didn't know we were undercover," David says.
"You don't think we *should* be?" Alexis asks.
"We're not *spies*, Alex." A grin splits David's face. "Or are we? You wanna play spies?"
"We aren't spies," Alexis says.
"We could be," David says. He sits down on the bed closest to the window. "Is this like action movie or cold war?"
"David - "
"Cold war could be fun," David says. "I could be something outta Clancy and you could do a Russian accent."
"I am not doing a Russian accent," Alexis says.
David's shoulders slump. "Not even for me?"
"That's not the *point*," Alexis says.
"There's a point now?" David asks.
"Yes," Alexis begins to pace about the room. His well rehearsed speech comes easily to his lips, though he modifies some of the words for their present situation. "David, I've been thinking. This isn't a wise idea. You and I have obligations, and moreover this is a *danger*. If anyone were to see us or suspect what we are doing it… David, what *are* you doing?"
David's left hand drops his shirt to the floor. His chest is now completely bare. He then kicks off his shoes. "I'm getting undressed."
Alexis grinds to a halt. "But we're talking."
"You're talking," David says. One green and orange striped sock comes off, then the other. "Way I see it, that's what you do before you get ready for getting up close and personal with me. You do nervous chatter, I take my clothes off. I figure if I take my clothes off while you're doing the chattering, we can both be done at the same time and then get right into it."
Alexis opens and closes his mouth several times. Then he asks, "If I keep talking, are the pants next?"
David hooks a thumb behind his belt buckle. He gives Alexis a lazy smile. "Find out."
It's several breaths before Alexis can ask, "Is there ice in your bucket?"
"Probably melted by now," David says.
"It'll do," Alexis goes into the vestibule by the bathroom and fixes himself a glass of liquid that holds only the faintest memory of what being frozen used to be like. He takes several long swallows, then fixes himself another.
"You okay?" David asks.
Alexis stares at himself in the mirror. "David, this is *dangerous*."
"I brought condoms."
"Please stop telling me how much you planned for this."
"Why?"
"Because it's turning me on."
"That's not the point?"
Alexis rejoins him, glass of melted ice in hand. "The point is that this isn't safe."
"Because I used my real name," David says. "And yours."
"People could know who we are," Alexis says. "They could guess."
David rubs his face tiredly. "You're that worried about people finding out you were with me?"
Alexis can immediately tell that David doesn't get it. "No, I'm worried about people finding out that *I* was with *you*."
"Isn't that what I just said?" David asks.
Alexis sits on the bed closest to the bathroom. He puts his glass on the nightstand, then faces David. "No, it's not. I don't care about people finding out about what *I* do. To be frank, neither does anyone else. I'm not newsworthy. I'm barely worthy of getting my own name on a photo of me on the red carpet next to Alyson. But *you* - David, you're the star. It's your name on the show. If one whiff of scandal hit you and made its way back to the network, you could be in serious trouble."
David tilts his head. Puzzlement shapes his face. "You're worried about *me*?"
"Of course," Alexis says.
"Not you."
"David, nobody *cares*," Alexis reminds him.
"If you want to talk my pants off do it quick," David says. "Because I'm about to jump you."
Alexis quickly stands, holding his hands out in front of him to ward David off. "I mean it."
David stands as well. "So do I."
"You could be *caught*," Alexis says, stepping back. "The suits would tear you to shreds."
David closes the distance. "I don't care."
There's a wall behind Alexis now. Alexis abstractly wonders how often his arousal near David has put him quite literally in between a rock and a hard place. Then abstract thoughts become difficult as he starts to feel the warmth of David's skin, and David's mouth hovers close to his own.
"This is a bad idea," Alexis says, clinging to his speech when all other words fail him. "We - we could be seen. Or…someone could… could notice us…"
"What I don't get," David says, resting his arms on the wall, his body now one push-up away from being right on top of Alexis's, "is that you're not usually a wound-up guy. I've watched you prance around in tights, a leotard, and a bright red G-string. Why does *this* freak you out so much?"
"Because it's serious," Alexis replies, and he's not at all surprised when that's the last thing spoken before they start to kiss.
This isn't the on the set kissing. It's not playful. It's teasing, but of a different kind. Alexis feels himself be engulfed in David's heat as David devours him, open-mouthed and slow and wet. It's not long before Alexis is moaning, and clinging to him, and writhing his hips against David's thigh.
David goes lower. Down to Alexis's neck which for the two of them is virgin territory. Alexis's head falls back against the wall as for the first time he feels David's lips on the column of his throat, moving up and down with feathery kisses, and tiny bites. Then David's mouth forms a circle at the angle between neck and shoulder. He sucks, pulling at the skin in a way that's strong and steady.
Alexis tightens his hands on David's back, digging in fingernails as the pull becomes painful and Alexis thinks that maybe it will leave a mark. He makes a noise that's not even a syllable of protest before giving up, scratching at the long expanse of David's bare skin and making other noises that are nothing like disagreement and absolutely nothing like dignity.
"Shirt," David says. It's the only preamble before David's hands tug Alexis's T-shirt out of his jeans, then snake underneath the cloth to rub and caress Alexis's back and front.
Alexis bends his head, taking David's mouth in kisses that he doesn't want to stop. He feels self-conscious, and awkward. But then David moans into him, sending vibrations all over Alexis's body.
"Want you," David says. He's tugging at the shirt harder now, as though he's forgotten how to remove it. "Been driving me nuts all day."
"I've been thinking about it too," Alexis admits, feeling the spark of desire that had laid behind the icy wall of fear. The ice is gone now. Melted, like the water in the glass, puddling in his abdomen and turning into slow boil that's sinking down into his cock. "All day. All week. For *months*."
David laughs. He catches Alexis's lower lip between his teeth. Perhaps he might have said something, but Alexis gasps at the bite, and then they're kissing once more.
They tangle together. David's broad arms wrapped around Alexis's body, Alexis's hands in David's hair. Legs thrust in between each other's as their tongues slide back and forth in a lazy dance.
Alexis is hard. Rock hard. His cock might even be leaking at the tip already, he can't tell. He can feel David's cock, though. It's firm, and pressing against his hip. Alexis twists, giving David a tiny taste of friction because that's all the room he has to move in. He keeps at it with a thrust-thrust-thrust because that's *David's* cock and he's been dying to touch it and feel it for so damned long now and he *wants* it, wants to make it ache and throb and harden and -
"Stop that. Right now." David says. He's breathing hard. Alexis has never seen David's eyes go so dark. The hands on Alexis's body are trembling. "I don't want to lose it yet."
Alexis marvels at the sight that's directly out of the porn films that have been playing almost non-stop in his mind. He's oddly clear-headed, and very aware of what he is doing. The moment stretches out between them, and Alexis feels confident that as aroused as they both are, he could still leave and David would understand.
"Fuck me," Alexis says, crossing the line and doing it deliberately. "Take my clothes off and get me into bed."
David does it in reverse order. It takes only a half-turn to push Alexis down onto the mattress. Then it's a scramble/crawl up towards the pillows, kissing each other all the way. Alexis fumbles at the buckle for David's pants. David continues to pull at Alexis's shirt.
"Two seconds and I'm ripping this off," David warns, his fingers tangled up near the right shirtsleeve.
Alexis is achingly tempted to let him. It's been so long since he's been with a man that the mere thought of such a display of testosterone goes right to the core of him, making his cock twitch and beg like a dog hearing it's master's voice. He doesn't want to get lost in the practicalities of whether or not David really *can* tear through a shirt, though, so he sits back just enough to yank the shirt up and over his head. Then he kicks off his loafers, reaching down to get at the socks and drop them to the floor. All the while David nuzzles and kisses his ear.
"I mean it," Alexis says, once he can turn back to him. "Fuck me."
"Definitely on the menu," David promises.
David's hands move down, and again it's virgin territory for them both. For all the attraction between them, they've never even gone past second base. For the first time Alexis feels David massaging his thighs, and his hips. Strong thumbs slide along the inseam of his jeans. David's mouth breathes warm air through the thickness of the button fly. Alexis closes his eyes, twisting his hands into the comforter as his hips rise off of the bed and into that welcome furnace.
David presses him back down. His fingers pop the fly open and Alexis gets even harder as he thinks yes, David touching him, David jerking him off, right out of the fantasy, yes.
But David's not interested in a hand job. He does pull Alexis's cock out of his boxers, and he does wrap his right hand around the base of the shaft, but then he bends down, taking Alexis's cock into his mouth, and begins to suck and lick at him.
Alexis hyperventilates. He wants to look away from this too-obscene view of his cock sliding in and out of David's lips but it's not possible. It's like looking away from the light of the sun. It's too brilliant, and Alexis doesn't care if it ends up blinding him.
David is skilled. His hand squeezes. His tongue traces patterns that might or might not be letters. His lips and teeth tickle at the tip, and the slit that is now, yes, definitely losing control of the first few drops of come. Alexis frees a hand, grabbing David by the hair to - to what? Order him about? Force him to go faster? David is doing so well all on his own that thoughts of what Alexis might suggest fall far into the back of his head, never to be spoken.
Instead Alexis tries to reciprocate. He stretches his hand down, cupping the front of David's pants, then pulling the zipper down so he can go directly inside. He sucks in a breath as he feels the hot velvet of David's erection. His hand stills at the overwhelming reality.
"Alex," David says, his voice soft. The tremble is back in his hands. "Don't tease."
It's enough to get him going. He makes rough work of the belt buckle, takes a couple of tries to get the button out of the way. Then it's David's cock, firm and thick and as big as all the rumors had led Alexis to imagine it would be. Alexis wraps his fingers around it and begins to stroke. He keeps a light touch at the base and increases the pressure as he pulls towards the tip.
David groans. He lifts himself up, finding Alexis's mouth again. Alexis kisses him greedily, sucking and licking out any taste of himself that he can find. David groans louder at that, thrusting himself into the circle of Alexis's hand.
"Fuck me," Alexis says. His balls are starting to tighten. He feels high, intoxicated, utterly stoned on the sensation of David being so close to him. "*Fuck* me."
David nods, apparently just as unable to wait any longer. "Top or bottom?"
Alexis hesitates. He hadn't considered that David would offer. The thought of ramming himself inside of David's body tempts him, but he turns it down. This is cheating. It's an affair. Alexis wants to embrace the guilt of it, and leave himself no plausible deniability. Getting his cock into someone else could be an accident. It could happen to anyone at a bachelor party. Allowing someone to put their cock into *him*, however, is a deliberate act. It's the whole truth of what he wanted, and Alexis doesn't think he has the right to try to pussyfoot around it just so he can try to plead his innocence later on.
"Bottom," Alexis says. "I want you in me."
"Okay," David agrees. The bed creaks as he sits up. The two of them shuck pants and underwear off of their bodies and out of the way. Alexis watches, mesmerized, as David fishes condoms and lube out of an overnight case that's lying on the floor. David gets lube onto his fingers, then stares at Alexis, gesturing for guidance. "Face to face, or…?"
Alexis would love to look at David while this is happening, but doesn't trust his back to hold the position for as long as they need. He turns around, lifting his hips by way of an answer.
The view must hit David in just the right way, because he groans, palming his clean hand along Alexis's side and bending over to kiss and lick at Alexis's spine and shoulderblades. Before Alexis can respond, however, David nudges his legs apart and - yes, God, too tight, too long since he's done this, should've let himself play with certain toys in the past few years just to keep limber and - oh… oh…. he'd forgotten how good that could feel when it was something true and solid inside of him, and not the thin slight fingers of a sexually adventurous girl.
It's only the lubrication, opening him up, prepping him, sliding in and out and -
Alexis frowns. He turns around, but can't see. He presses back, then gets the answer. He can feel David's thumb, index, ring, and pinky finger against his ass. In spite of how full he feels, it's only the middle that has slid inside of him.
Alexis can't help it. He starts to giggle, trying unsuccessfully to muffle himself against the pillows.
Amazingly, David is the sort of fellow who joins in on the laughter, rather than assuming he's at the brunt of the joke. He's smiling and chuckling along as he tries to make eye contact. "What's so funny?"
Alexis twists around enough to kiss David on the mouth. "Proportions," he answers. "I forgot how much bigger your hands are than mine."
"Okay," David says, clearly still waiting for the punchline.
"I was doing this," Alexis says, miming fucking himself with one single finger, "and pretending it was you. But for accuracy, in place of one finger of yours I *should* have been doing at least two of my own. Maybe even three."
He expected David to laugh at his silliness as well. Instead David's quieter, and his eyes are dark again. "You fucked yourself, pretending it was me?"
Alexis's breath catches. He nods, unable to look away from David as he whispers, "Yes."
It's a new kind of tension in David's body now. Alexis can feel it vibrating through him. It's a tight control. The kind David uses during fight scenes, when he holds back on the athlete's strength and power that he possesses to make sure he doesn't harm a single one of his castmates and friends. It's that control which guides David's hand to the strip of condom packets, lets him tear one open with his teeth, then get the condom onto his cock before doing anything else.
Once done, the finger that slides back into Alexis becomes more insistent, and Alexis knows that this is where all the tension and need is going to. It wakes Alexis's body up, getting him onto his hands and knees and making him push back into what is now definitely more than one finger as David opens him, readies him, pumps him and fills him and then - *yes* - replaces hand with large, thick, thick cock.
The two of them are statue-still, frozen as both of their bodies react to the shock of contact. Then, as though with one exhaled sigh, they begin to move, bodies rocking together, Alexis's hands disappearing into the sheets and pillowcases, David's hands first firm and guiding on Alexis's hips, then the left drops down to caress Alexis's balls before slowly stroking up and down the erection that is now tight against Alexis's belly.
"Alex," David murmurs, and it brings a groan out of Alexis's body because the sound of David saying his name has become somehow intimate and dirty all at the same time. It's making him harder, hornier, desperate to thrust into David's hand or back onto David's cock and the push-pull of the two desires makes the room spin and the bed tilt and David's the only true and secure thing in it.
"David," Alexis says, wanting to give that right back to him, wanting David to know what it feels like when your name is turned into a heated whisper for a touch or a fuck, and perhaps he says those last parts out loud too because the hand on his hip tightens, and the hand on his cock starts to stutter-jerk up and down, and David's hips keep thrusting and thrusting and God, yes, *that*, spot, *there*, the one that hasn't felt a cock in so damned long and yes, oh, fuck - "David!"
The orgasm surprises him, leaping out of his body before he knew he was even at the line to trip over it. He cries out, feeling the stripes of come as they hit his arms and chest, then moans, long and low, as the endorphins race through his bloodstream.
"David," he sighs, feeling boneless and heavy.
David's not done yet. Alexis tries to help, adding turns and thrusts of his hips, and peppering it with true obscenities now. "Fuck me, take me, rape me with that enormous cock of yours, please, David, do it to me, now, please, fuck me, please" and then it's a sharp intake of breath and a shiver that alerts Alexis to David's rapidly arriving climax which makes David whimper, and go quiet until the last of the shudders go out of him.
They collapse onto the bed, sticky with sweat and come. The condom is quickly taken care of. The only energy they have left is just enough to roll out of the way of the wet spot, and then to fall asleep in one another's arms.
That night Alexis has the first good night's sleep that he's had in months. It's restful, and calm, and filled with dreams of David.
