Inevitable | By : RememberThisPenName Category: +G through L > inFAMOUS Views: 1904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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We’re on the final stretch, folks. Two more chapters after this one and we’re done.
Chp 6
The sleep had preserved his sanity some. Waking to Alex’s snuffling told him his change in breathing had probably woke him. The stubborn sigh of not wanting to be awake was mutual, but Cole had slept enough. His body and mind were alert and refused the idea of another sleep session so soon. He stretched in place and heaved a yawn, rubbing Alex’s back. The arms around him tightened and they shifted closer to eliminate the space they’d drifted apart while sleeping.
The fact Alex’s body regulated temperature spoiled Cole. He never overheated when they slept together, naked or otherwise, and he was never cold. Though he was endlessly amused by how much Alex liked cuddling, he no longer brought it up. Alex grew irritated if he did, and sought revenge by being too dominant. The excessive force reminded Cole who was stronger even though Alex’s sexual stamina was lesser. Regardless of how rough their escapades became, if Cole wanted Alex to back off he need only send a high voltage current through him. Electricity at the right time and in the right areas had Alex submitting to him without question.
Alex patted Cole’s chest, “You’re about to get a call.”
Cole’s eyebrows quirked and he looked at his phone on the nightstand a second before it started vibrating. He reached for it, intrigued Alex had known the call was coming through. It was Moya. He had nothing to say to her.
“A little angry with her, are we?” Alex pushed the device away, making it drop to the floor.
“She used me.”
“Let me take your mind off it.” Alex rose to his hands and knees over Cole and brought their noses together, “After all, I can’t let you run off yet.”
“You’re taking advantage of being gone.”
“Are you saying you don’t get laid when I’m not around?” Alex’s smile was sarcastic. Cole played along.
“I don’t even have the time or energy for self service, let alone time to look for tail.”
“That explains things.” Alex flicked his eyes between them, down to Cole’s lower regions beneath the blanket, “Looks like someone needs attention.” He disappeared beneath the comforter, spreading Cole’s legs to situate between them. Cole sighed and let Alex amuse himself. For now he’d kick back and enjoy the mouth on him.
The tingle of a tiny electric current buzzed around his groin. Anyone else would have been surprised by the shock, but Alex indulged in the surge. He moaned and pressed his head down, tongue snaking to an unnatural length and curling around the base of the erection. The added wetness made an audible snap of electricity, and he momentarily drew up to suckle the head. The tiny tip of his tongue slipped wetly into the narrow opening. The reaction of Cole’s body tensing was expected, as was the cursing.
Cole grit his teeth, knees bending more when Alex used his fingers to stroke from the base of his penis up while his tongue thinned and traveled deeper. He hated that. It burned all the way down his back and through his belly, but Alex never granted mercy. There was insistence he’d become used to it, and Cole was trying his damndest to deal with it this time. His hands crackled with electricity, gripping the sheets so fiercely the fabric ripped.
Then Alex drew off of him. His tongue pulled out and shrunk to a state of normalcy. Cole sighed, body sinking into the mattress.
Alex sat up, letting the blanket and sheets fall behind him, “You say you don’t like it, but your downstairs neighbor disagrees.”
“He doesn’t pay rent so his opinion doesn’t matter.” Cole felt how rigid he was. He was ready to throw Alex to the bed and penetrate him without any preparation, because he knew Alex liked it that way sometimes.
“Just saying.” Alex dropped, taking the entire length into his mouth and throat. He initiated a slow but consistent pace, making pleased noises when Cole started thrusting in and out. If it wasn’t enough, Cole’s fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him down, controlling the pace. It was rough, increasing the speed, and Alex kept his mouth active. He liked this forceful side of Cole, and silently plotted to bring out more of this behavior in the future.
Cole grunted, feeling his body tighten and burn as his climax approached. He felt the probe of Alex’s fingers at his entrance. The hot pain of unprepared entry delayed his orgasm, but the duo of fingers found his prostate with practiced expertise and between the sensations he was back on track in moments. His body curled to meet the giving mouth and then pressed down to beg for more friction from the digits. It was a horrible, inescapable, addicting cycle.
Cole’s fingers freed Alex’s hair, but the fast pace resumed. His nails scratched over Alex’s scalp, a hiss pressing through his teeth. He drew closer with each thrust, a spear of pleasure driving through him with every plunge into the accepting mouth.
Alex felt the beginnings of Cole’s orgasm, and when the first contraction started he firmed his mouth, tightening around the organ for the final thrust.
And Cole’s entire body went rigid. A surge of electricity shot from one hand, over his chest, and connected with the other. Alex swallowed the results, taking a moment to rub over Cole’s prostate several more times. It ensured his completion, and had his body shaking as it withdrew.
Alex licked his lips, sitting up to watch the wreck he’d created. His face harbored a look of arrogance at what he’d done, but he tamed the feeling knowing from the start Cole wouldn’t have lasted as long as normal. He’d give the man a recovery period, but afterwards the real fun would start.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Alex.” Cole was shaking.
Alex ran his tongue over his teeth, leaning down, “Worth the wait?”
“Yeah.” Cole breathed and wrapped his fingers behind Alex’s head and drew him forward, their lips meshing as they kissed. Alex touched Cole’s face, running his fingers over the stubble of facial hair. One kiss turned into many, and Alex began a series of wandering kisses across Cole’s jaw, along his neck, and over his collar.
“Alex.” The quiet, rough voice made him docile, and the hand leading him higher collected his obedience. His heart thumped, and he realized the only time he actually liked hearing his name was when this man said it.
Their eyes held each other, and Alex saw the gaze searching, decoding, him.
“What do you see for the future?”
Alex froze; face descending into a confused grimace, “Huh?”
“Are you going to keep coming back?” Cole watched Alex swallow. It was a nervous habit. Even with all the changes in his body, Alex still retained human reactions.
Alex knew what he wanted to say, but now seemed like an insensitive time to voice those thoughts. He returned the searching look, eyes darting from one part of Cole’s face to another. There was little to see on the outside. A tiny sliver of sadness was showing, but otherwise Cole was a wall.
“Say whatever you need to.” The way Cole brushed down the side of his face assured him a neutral response.
Alex bowed his head, placing it on Cole’s chest as he answered in a mumble, “If you want me I’ll keep coming back.” Fingers massaged his head and his eyes slipped shut. He couldn’t say he was glad Trish was dead due to the potential consequences of such vocalization of thought, but essentially that fact left Cole available. He could, however, reinforce his thoughts from before.
“I said I didn’t want to share you.”
“You don’t have to. You won.”
Alex scoffed, “Wasn’t really a fair contest. I won by default.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Right now, Alex was all he had. But he wouldn’t say that. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking whatever he could get. That wasn’t the case. True, he never expected to sleep with or be even slightly attracted to or aroused by a man, but he also never expected to have the powers he did. That’s what had started it all. The Ray Sphere turned his life upside down, backwards, and inside out. He took bullets, jumped off buildings, and shot lightning from his hands. Now he had relations with a dangerous, even deadly man. And Alex was a man who was falling in love with him, whether he realized it or not. That provoked a small laugh in Cole, to which Alex perked, curious.
“Something funny?”
“Nothing.” He lied and forced a serious tone, “My life is insane right now. I’m just glad you’re here. I needed this.”
“That is funny, considering when we first met you wanted nothing to do with me, sexually or otherwise. But I can’t blame you. Before I became this, I’m pretty sure I was straight. No doubt you were, too.”
Cole exhaled, amused they had been thinking similar things, “Same here.”Alex settled against the open expanse of Cole’s chest, smiling.
“So what made you want to give something with the same set of parts a chance?”
“Probably the looming threat of being torn to pieces if I put up a fight.”
“Ah.”
“What’s your excuse?”
Alex was smug, “I’ve been more than just a man. I’ve been in the forms of women, and in their minds. Guess you could say it doesn’t matter what set of equipment you have. I’ve had both and I’ve played with both.”
“You’re a crazy mother fucker.”
“Mmmhmm.” Alex crawled forward, nuzzling Cole’s face. The feeling of stubble against his smooth skin made him playful and the continued facial contact brought a smile to Cole’s face.
“What are you doing?”
“I like the feeling.”
Cole’s fingers curved to the back of Alex’s head, drawing him in for a lazy kiss. Neither took charge of the motion; they merely drifted together, exchanging turns with pressure and pace. Alex left most of his weight pressed to Cole. Their bodies were equally naked, and the skin-on-skin contact was enticing Alex. They parted for a breather but maintained a tight proximity.
“I want it.” Alex’s voice was a rushed whisper. He kissed Cole again, rising and pulling his legs in to straddle the toned hips of a man who was active all day.
When Alex spoke in a pleading voice like that, who was Cole to say no? On top of the tone, Alex was demanding Cole take charge and be dominant. If that didn’t appeal to his male ego, nothing would. And since it did appeal to that masculine side of him, he encouraged the connection of their lips, hands rubbing up and down thighs that were devoid of any form of hair. While the lack of body hair was questionable, the erection was expected and glaringly obvious. Cole ignored the engorged shaft for the time being. If he teased enough he’d have Alex begging for his attentions. It was too easy to win at this game. His thumbs pressed into muscles, massaging with a roughness anyone else would have hated. He started at Alex’s hips and worked down and around to the back of his legs, squeezing until a moan surfaced. He was often forceful when in control, but on top of him was a man that could stand up to any degree of abuse, and Cole understood that the pain he inflicted meshed with the pleasure.
Hands traveled the expanse of Cole’s chest, trailing to his stomach. The heavy touches made him sigh, and he was content to stay as they were for now. Alex contrasted his docile mood. Unlike him, Alex wanted to accelerate things, and his desperate, frustrated breaths were his downfall. Cole knew how much he wanted satiation, but he insisted on dragging out his game.
Alex would speed up his caressing and turn their kisses sloppy, but Cole’s steady, unwavering and stubborn pace continually reeled him back. It was as though he held the leash, and when Alex tried to run ahead he pulled and commanded him to heel. Surprisingly obedient, Alex submitted, but his growing frustration was making him irritable. He could tell by all the shifting and sporadic technique to Alex’s kissing.
About to say something, Alex was silenced by a sneaky, quick kiss. It lasted only a moment, but it shut him up. Cole had countered even before the verbal attack was staged.
“Shouldn’t have gotten horny right after getting me off.”
Alex whined, the tone low and annoyed, “And you always make me look like the mean one. S’not true.”
“You said you wanted it.”
“I do.” Alex squirmed against him, erection trapped between their bodies. It was rock hard and the slight grinding and exasperated huff said more than any words Alex could have used. The man was hot and needy, and his body was refusing to calm.
“So do I, but it’ll be a few before I’m ready.”
Alex sat up and glared at him, but it was more the glare of an impatient child who knew not to cross a line, rather than the glare of an angry man. Cole chuckled at the sight.
“Sorry.” He patted Alex’s thigh, but to show he was still interested in their playtime he wrapped his hand around the alert erection and ground his thumb against the base of the crown. Alex bit his bottom lip, hands planting behind him for support as he leaned back. He felt his cheeks burn, the sharp pain momentarily overpowering the pleasure.
“I’ve barely touched you.” Cole sat up, still providing one of the worst-paced but intentionally bad hand jobs he’d ever performed.
Alex’s glare held more heat this time, “You’re being an asshole today.”
“You’re imagining it.” It was a lie.
Alex extended his legs past Cole’s hips, feet touching the headboard, and sunk between the parted legs. He eased back, onto his elbows, and stared at Cole from his reclined state. Somewhere in the transition, Cole had ceased his fondling. As a result, Alex’s irritation had doubled.
Cole’s face broke into an amused smile, “Don’t look at me like that. This isn’t my fault.”
Alex rolled his eyes and blew a breath, plopping the rest of the way to the mattress. He stared at the ceiling and ran a finger back and forth over his stomach, right above his belly button. His thoughts pattered around, but regardless of the distraction his erection refused to wane. He surrendered to his nagging thoughts.
“Hey,” he sat up, nose-to-nose with Cole, “how come you never give me head?”
“Excuse me?”
Alex’s face meant business, “You’ve never once given me head. It’s always me giving it to you.”
Cole knew the subject would come up eventually. He had hoped to avoid it now and through eternity, because he really had no interest in putting another man’s junk in his mouth. He didn’t care how many times he’d taken it anally, or given it. This was different. Before Alex, he’d never so much as touched another man in a sexual way. If Alex liked it or not, he was far more heterosexual than he was homosexual. He still found women very attractive.
“Think about it, ‘Lex.”
“I don’t care how rail straight you were before me. You’re not now.”
Cole shook his head, “Then look at it this way; I’m not comfortable with it yet. At all.”
“Hmm,” Alex’s lips firmed into a thin line, “okay.”
“That’s it? Okay?”
“For now.” Alex’s smile was mischievous, and he furthered his playful attitude by scooting forward and locking his arms around Cole’s neck. Their noses brushed, leading into a battle of kisses that left Cole victorious and trailing his mouth up and down the offered neck. He kissed, bit, sucked, and ensured the creation of bruises through fierce repetition. How long the bruises lasted was another matter, thanks to Alex’s healing factor. In the end it was a mute point, because bruises or not, Alex enjoyed the attentions.
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