Chapter Five – Cursed with a Roommate

Alexander challenged him to a race to the cottage, and Lyn let him win on purpose, because he needed to put some distance between them. Usually, he was in charge of his hard-ons and never let them happen willy-nilly like this. And it took more than the sight of an attractive body to cause him to end up with a stiff cock.

Lyn shook his head as he walked slowly toward the cottage. He had seen Brad today for the first time in eight years. He was bound to be excited, something that extended to his little friend as well. Seeing Alexander in thin wet clothes had nothing to do with it.

As he walked into their cottage, he couldn’t suppress a moan. Alexander’s white clothes were strewn all over the room that served as an open kitchen and a living room at the same time. “Do you really expect the staff here to be at your beck and call twenty-four-seven?” he said out loud.

It wasn’t his business if Alexander left his clothes on the floor, but it took a total of two seconds for him to decide that he couldn’t stand the sight. He grabbed the shirt and the pants and rolled his eyes at the sight of a pair of underwear. Even that had the signature of a designer, but Lyn couldn’t hold that against the asshole, because it was the same brand he favored.

Whatever. He wasn’t squeamish. He picked up the underwear, too, and walked out on the deck, searching for a solution. It looked like the place came appointed with a stackable washing machine and dryer combo housed in a small, separate room in the back, which was a blessing given the sort of roommate Lyn had been cursed with.

He stuffed Alexander’s abandoned clothes into the washing machine and then realized his clothes also needed washing. With a shrug, he stripped out of his polo and swim trunks and threw them inside the unit as well. Quickly, wearing only his underwear, he made his way back inside.

It looked like Alexander was in the bedroom, which gave Lyn only one option to take: the bathroom for a bit of freshening up. There was no way in hell he would risk walking in on Alexander; given what a mess he usually was he was probably still naked and searching for something to wear.

Lyn closed the door behind him and began washing his hands. He checked his face in the mirror, wondering if Brad had given him any more thought after their brief encounter today. Nah, Brad was most likely busy with his guests and planning the wedding and, of course, with his fiancée.

Grimacing in the mirror didn’t help much. He needed to be his usual charming self when introduced to Bella. There was no way he could slip up and show how much he envied her for having Brad’s undivided attention. The lovey-dovey acts Lyn had seen in the pictures posted on social media would play out in real time before his eyes. He needed strength.

The door behind him opened abruptly, and Alexander barreled through it like a battering ram. Did the guy need to piss that badly?

Alexander didn’t even acknowledge him and stepped into the shower. Completely naked. Lyn stared in disbelief at Alexander’s tanned back and then lower at the curve of his muscular ass that he quickly stashed away in his spank bank.

“Excuse you?” he expressed his outrage and disbelief, placing his hands on his hips.

Alexander had turned on the water and was groaning in delight under the shower head. He looked at Lyn over one shoulder. Thank fuck for small mercies; at least, he didn’t have to deal with staring helplessly at Alexander’s naked dick.

“What?”

“Are you really asking? Hello, you’re not alone in this place,” Lyn began. “Like it’s not enough that I had to pick your wet clothes up off the floor and put them in the washing machine--”

“Ah, was that you?” Alexander threw him an impish smile while rubbing his arms and enjoying his shower. “Frankly, I thought a little leprechaun swept in and stole my clothes.”

Lyn thought he was starting to see red. “Your mom’s a fucking leprechaun.”

Alexander laughed. And he committed the next impossible sin because he wouldn’t be himself otherwise. He turned, soaping his chest like it was no big deal to put his gorgeous body on display for another man to see. Lyn fought himself, digging his fingers into his hips to steady his resolve; he would not look lower, not if it cost him an internal organ.

It was so like Alexander to throw him off-balance. Lyn had never asked, and Alexander had never told him, but it was quite evident that the asshole suspected Lyn’s preferring Brad over him. His teasing was, most of the time, subtle, but eight years had passed, and Lyn had expected Alexander to have grown up in the meantime.

It looked like he had been asking for too much. Well, two could play that game.

“You can look, you know,” Alexander whispered and wiggled his eyebrows.

Lyn crossed his arms and smirked. “The joke’s on you, asshole. I think this is as good a moment as any to tell you.” He licked his lips nervously. But he wasn’t a shy college kid anymore. “I’m gay.” He stole a quick look at the asshole.

Alexander shrugged. He was soaping his balls now and most likely playing with his dick, but Lyn still wouldn’t stare.

“If you’re gay, prove it.”

“What?” Lyn couldn’t believe what his ears were hearing. “Hey, asshole, if you don’t want to get molested by accident, you better quit this bad habit of showing your naked ass to me only because you can’t be bothered to think about other people being around you.”

“Molested? Really? Hmm, you don’t strike me as the type, but if you say so, it must be true. I’m looking forward to it.”

Lyn didn’t have time to react. Alexander grabbed his arm just by leaning slightly and pulled him into the shower. It was the fault of this damn cramped place, Lyn decided, unnerved by how easily Alexander could overpower him.

The water fell on his head, getting his hair in his eyes. Great, he’d have to deal with the frizz later because of this inconsiderate ass.

“Are you happy now?” He wiped the hair away from his face and gave Alexander a murderous look. “Is that your way of telling me I stink or something?”

Alexander shook his head. He rested his forearms on Lyn’s shoulders. “You were saying something about molesting me. Do it.”

Lyn staggered under the other’s weight. How fair was that? And what was Alexander saying? Was he nuts?

“Okay, now you’ve gone too far.” He pushed Alexander against the shower wall and shot his hand forward and low enough to rest it on a pair of nice full balls. He grinned, feeling his victory close. Alexander stared at him wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.

Lyn applied more pressure. A few more seconds and he’d let the fucker go, but for now he wanted to savor this moment of triumph. There weren’t many things that could shake the famously cool and cold Alexander Montgomery III.

Alexander’s shock was short-lived. Lyn tried to dodge, but it was too late; Alexander wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together under the water spray. Worse, his hands moved lower and grabbed Lyn’s ass through his underwear.

And then came the worst. Alexander angled his head just right and kissed him. And Lyn, too shocked to care or react as he should have, opened his mouth, most likely to express his disbelief.

The first sensation that hit him was how good Alexander’s tongue tasted. Lyn had kissed his fair share of men in his life, and he was usually the guy to initiate. It made him feel powerful to be the one demanding surrender from another guy in that gentle manner that involved slow coaxing.

Alexander was nothing like that. His mouth had a dark chocolate flavor to it, balanced and refined, just like the rest of him. Could it be because he had played with that cigarillo all afternoon? Or had he given up and abandoned himself to the temptation of smoking it? No, Lyn would’ve known if he had; as a non-smoker, he could detect right away when someone had been smoking. A few of his fuck buddies had been into the habit.

Alexander’s hands continued to knead Lyn’s ass, making his crotch catch fire. He still had his hand on Alexander’s balls, he realized in horror, but he couldn’t move, trapped as he was between Alexander’s skilled hands and the rest of him.

With a groan, he pushed his assailant back. Since he’d been the initiator, it was fucking rich to think like that, but Lyn didn’t want to bother with details right now.