“What the hell, Alexander?” he asked, breathing hard. He licked his lips, the other’s taste still strong on his tongue.

“What? You don’t like it? Jerk me off, and I’ll do the same to you.”

“Really? Do you think just because I’m gay I’m going to do that?”

“No, not because you’re gay. Because you’re you, and I’m asking nicely.”

“Nicely?” Lyn sputtered.

“Please,” Alexander said, his face so serious Lyn needed to pinch himself. That was one word Alexander only used to sound like a pompous ass. Words like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ had a whole different meaning in this jerk’s mouth; he used them to remind people that they were supposed to serve him like obedient little servants.

He definitely didn’t sound like a pompous ass now. Lyn shook his head.

“You’re hard,” Alexander pointed out, tapping Lyn’s dick with the back of one hand.

“Is that enough of an argument in your book?” Lyn asked, still grasping at straws like a drowning man.

“It is. Come on.” Alexander took Lyn’s hand and placed it firmly on his cock. “Brad wants us to hook up with Bella’s friends, and I’m not in the mood for it.”

Of course, the divorce. Was the wound still fresh? Lyn didn’t have it in him to ask.

“And you’re into guys, so that doesn’t work for you, either,” Alexander continued. “Giving each other a hand is not the end of the world.”

Lyn only nodded, looking away. Alexander’s tool grew harder and bigger in his hand as he slid it up and down. He was going nuts, obviously. He was suffering from heatstroke. There were so many explanations. I plead temporary insanity, Your Honor.

He gasped softly as Alexander did the same, slipping one hand inside his underwear. His hand was rough and sure, and Lyn liked his touch instantly, so much so that he didn’t fight when Alexander pulled him closer to kiss him again.

What was the big deal anyway? Brad would never like him back the same way, and he was getting married. This wedding sealed the deal; Lyn would get his closure and run back to his world of late hours and professional ambitions. And fuck buddies.

One thing he wouldn’t do while here. He wouldn’t walk around with a raging boner all the time. Horny people tended to make mistakes, and Lyn didn’t want to risk it.

So, Alexander’s suggestion made sense. After all, they were just using each other, and there was nothing else to it.

Even so, he wouldn’t let this arrogant ass think that he called all the shots. Lyn continued to rub Alexander’s cock vigorously but went for an attack of his own. Using his free hand, he pressed Alexander’s head down to his height. The asshole would learn today what it meant to be kissed by a man.

It looked like his assertiveness worked. Alexander made small noises, most likely never having had experienced being on the receiving end. Lyn pushed his tongue in, momentarily gaining the upper hand. Alexander was the sort that hated losing and pressed back.

They were jerking each other off, but they were fighting, too. Lyn took advantage of Alexander’s hair being longer and grabbed a handful of it. That had to hurt, but in his experience, when done right, it could make certain men more compliant, willing, and eager. If Alexander didn’t belong to that category, it would be just his damn bad luck. Lyn would put him in his place big time.

Alexander added fuel to the fire by grabbing Lyn’s ass with his other hand. His fingers were quick to sneak past the underwear and were now dangerously close to Lyn’s crack, making him interrupt their vicious kiss for a second.

“No,” Lyn said firmly. “Not there. I don’t bottom.” Why he felt the need to offer an explanation was beyond him.

Alexander gave him a surprised look.

“What?” Lyn asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of gay people who prefer a certain role.”

Alexander just shrugged, as if he’d just been asked if he learned his lesson on a topic he couldn’t care less about.

“And you never play with your ass?”

Lyn rolled his eyes. “No, never. Let’s get down to business. I suppose you don’t want us to be late for dinner.”

“That’s still hours away,” Alexander said. “But I know exactly what to fill them with.”

Lyn barely managed a sigh before Alexander took his mouth again. And that annoying hand was still on his ass, only that it no longer advanced toward his crack. It felt a bit too nice to be handled like that.

It was happening only because of the context, Lyn decided. In the real world, he topped and was good at it. If Alexander insisted, Lyn planned on giving him a good scare. Yeah, that thought was enough to make him feel good about himself. This straight boy couldn’t handle an experienced guy like Lyn.

Alexander brushed his mouth against Lyn’s, making every second of their kissing count. In all honesty, Lyn hadn’t expected Alexander to be such a good kisser. Because he was just another good-looking guy who had girls swooning over him at every turn, Lyn had imagined during their college years how it would feel to kiss him or see him naked. But he had done that with everyone remotely attractive that happened his way. Because of Alexander’s brash personality, Lyn had quickly dismissed him as most likely a boorish lover.

The years must have taught him well. His wife must have made him realize the importance of being gentler in bed than outside of it. Lyn felt a jolt of annoyance; Alexander, the straight guy and a college prince through and through was now getting a hand from a gay fellow student. They didn’t even have the excuse of college being fertile ground for experimentation. They were grownups now, and such lame excuses didn’t have a place between them.

He felt Alexander tensing slightly. When he was pushed back, Lyn didn’t protest as Alexander steadied himself by grabbing his shoulders, looking down at how his dick was being handled by a gay guy.

It looked like there was at least a part of Alexander that enjoyed the kinkiness of the situation.

“Fuck, yes,” came a whisper, Lyn’s cue that he needed to increase his efforts.

He made sure to grab Alexander’s balls hard. A soft hiss escaped the other’s lips, but there was no demand to stop. Lyn smirked, too satisfied to parse this sense of accomplishment he was experiencing right now.

The water was still pelting their heads and shoulders, but Lyn knew when Alexander started shooting. It wasn’t only the string of expletives that left that arrogant, posh mouth; it was the way strong fingers dug into his shoulders, bringing him back to reality.

Lyn stared at the cum pouring down his fingers. He laughed and gave Alexander’s ball sac a short pat as congratulations on a job well done.

He grabbed the shower gel bottle and began washing his hands. Alexander was leaning against the wall, looking deliciously messed up. His hair was wet, hanging in heavy curls around his face; his mouth was red from their kissing, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“I’ll let you catch your breath, because I’m not an asshole. But if you’re done, get out of here. Unlike you, I enjoy taking my showers alone.”

“I still have to jerk you off.” Alexander’s eyes were so clear and beautiful, Lyn knew they spelled danger.

He hadn’t been in this game for mere days or hours. As much as he nurtured the same strong feelings toward Brad, he wasn’t some kid with stars in his eyes. Falling for a straight guy was a mistake only allowed once in a gay guy’s life. That had to be a rule somewhere, to prevent unnecessary heartache.

“I’m good,” Lyn said. He was still sporting a semi, but he was satisfied enough with having made a mess out of Alexander. He could jerk off alone, after all.

“Later, then?” Alexander asked, sounding, for some reason, pitifully hopeful.

“Yeah, why not?” Lyn said with a shrug. He doubted Alexander would want a repeat experience, once the enormity of what he had just done hit him. Lyn avoided straight guys for that reason. Although he had given his fair share of handjobs, he’d never fallen for it. It was his stress test, and that way, he never ended up on his knees, blowing some fucker who didn’t understand that he needed to put his ass up for a dicking once he started this game.

“Okay. Do you want me to wash your back?”

“Nope. But wait, take this.” Lyn shimmied out of his wet underwear and slapped it unceremoniously on Alexander’s forearm. “Deal with it. I dealt with yours.”

Much to his surprise, Alexander only nodded without protesting or commenting unnecessarily. He stepped out of the shower and shook his head hard to get rid of the excess water in his hair.

“Eww, you’re like a dog,” Lyn protested. “Go outside to dry that messy hair of yours and make sure to grab a towel. I haven’t seen any people around, but please don’t get arrested for indecent exposure.”

“If that happens, I know a great lawyer who’ll get me off the hook just like that,” Alexander said, snapping his fingers, and giving Lyn a giddy smile.

Today was a day for many firsts regarding Alexander. Lyn definitely had no idea his old friend from college could smile in so many ways. If anything, at the time, he had thought that the guy couldn’t handle emotions well if they weren’t something that made him frown or stare without blinking.

“I work corporate, you doofus,” Lyn shouted after him. “And don’t make a mess, whatever you do. I’m not your maid.”

“Too bad,” Alexander threw over his shoulder. “I think you’d look cute in a maid outfit.”

Lyn groaned and rolled his eyes hard. “Just get out of here. I need to wash, and I can’t deal with you right now.”

“But you will deal with me later,” Alexander said in his usual annoying self-assured tone.

“How could I forget?”

It looked like he’d gotten cursed with a roommate that was one of a kind. Lyn shook his head as he began washing. Had he ever felt so at ease before with Alexander around? He couldn’t recall one such instance, not even one. The guy always had him on his toes, making him aware of his posture, his clothes, his grades, his everything.

He shrugged. Well, being successful worked wonders. He hadn’t worked so hard for the last eight years to become someone who still needed validation from someone else. After that disastrous last conversation with Brad while they were still in college, he had decided to turn over a new leaf.

And turn over a new leaf, he had. If even the arrogant Alexander Montgomery III acted like that around him, it was clear as day that, in this life, Lyn had managed to become a winner.

TBC