Just a Bit Obsessed (Straight Guys 2)

Apparently, she—and Alexander—wanted a threesome. A real threesome. A threesome where he could touch Alexander and Alexander would touch him. Christian had been so startled he gave his assent without thinking. Not his brightest moment.

Dammit, this had “bad idea” written all over it. He should have refused. Because he really liked Mila.

And he didn’t trust himself, not after the kiss.

“Quit being a coward,” Christian muttered and knocked.

As he waited, he became increasingly conscious of the tube of lube in his pocket. Presumptuous? Maybe. Maybe not.

The door opened. Mila stood there, wearing a thin white nightgown. “Hey,” Mila said with a smile.

Christian returned it and kissed her on the cheek.

She locked the door, took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Christian’s heart pounded somewhere in the region of his throat. He couldn’t remember ever being so nervous about sex.

Alexander was sitting on the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxers. Dark blue eyes met his, unreadable. Alexander’s scruffy face was completely impassive. Only the bulge in his boxers gave him away—he wasn’t as disinterested as he appeared.

Christian felt Mila’s hands undress him, her lips kissing his neck as she did it. Alexander’s gaze followed Mila’s hands, watching her unbutton his shirt.

His fingers a bit unsteady, Christian unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his underwear.

He felt himself blush as Alexander’s gaze traveled over his naked body. It was ridiculous: he had a great body, and it wasn’t like Alexander hadn’t seen him naked before. Yet Christian couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Alexander was mostly straight, after all. Did he like what he was seeing?

“Come on,” Mila said, pushing him to the bed.

Christian sat on bed. Uncomfortable, he watched as Mila climbed into Alexander’s lap and kissed him. He watched as Alexander’s big hands removed her nightgown. Christian fidgeted, hating his uncharacteristic shyness and awkwardness. It wasn’t like him at all.

Annoyed with himself, Christian moved closer and slid a hand down Mila’s smooth back, until his hand bumped into Alexander’s. He stroked Alexander’s knuckles with his fingers, felt them flex, and looked up. Alexander was watching him as he kissed Mila.

Christian wet his lips and Alexander’s eyes fixed on them. Christian felt a thrill shoot through him. He stroked Alexander’s fingers, looking at him through his eyelashes.

Alexander stopped kissing Mila back, his eyes glued to Christian. They were glazed over and a bit unfocused. Christian’s own eyes likely looked no better at that moment.

Probably realizing Alexander was no longer kissing her back, Mila turned her head to Christian and pulled him close for a kiss. He let her, feeling Alexander grip his fingers almost painfully.

When Mila finally broke the kiss, Christian found Alexander’s face only inches away.

They stared at each other.

The next thing he knew, they were kissing furiously, all tongue and teeth, hands in each other’s hair, and god, it felt so good, and scary, but addictive. Christian moaned into Alexander’s mouth and sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer, tighter, until he was on his back and Alexander was on top of him, his heavy body pinning him down. So good. Gasping, Christian hooked his leg around Alexander’s hip and ground their erections together. Alexander groaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.

Christian whimpered when they had to stop kissing to draw some much-needed air into their lungs.

“Oh, wow.”

He flinched at Mila’s voice. Right. She was there too.

Christian opened his eyes and looked into Alexander’s, inches away from his own. Alexander’s pupils were completely blown, and he was breathing as harshly as him. Their bodies were entwined so tightly there wasn’t a hair’s breadth between them. But Christian still wanted closer. More. Tighter.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, looking Alexander in the eye.

Alexander’s nostrils flared. “I’ve never fucked a guy.”

Good. Christian nearly said. “Do you want to?” It seemed like a stupid question, considering that Alexander’s erection was pressed against his thigh, but he knew it might be a big deal for Alexander: he was mostly straight, after all.

Alexander’s eyes roamed over his face before he suddenly kissed Christian again.

“Yes,” he said, abandoning Christian’s swollen lips only to continue with his neck instead, trailing hot, urgent kisses down his throat and sucking hickeys into his skin.

Christian panted, barely able to think. “There’s lube in my jacket.”

Alexander didn’t move, still trailing his lips all over his neck, thumbs rubbing Christian’s nipples, his belly.

“Alec,” he tried again. “Lube.”

“Yes.” Alexander lifted his head and gave him a short, hard kiss.

Except the short kiss turned into a very long one and Christian ended up with his legs wrapped around Alexander’s waist, their stomachs and erections pressed tightly against each other. They kissed like that; wet, open-mouthed kisses, tongues sliding in and out, for endless minutes. Christian pulled back with a groan, panting for air. “We’ll never manage to fuck if we keep kissing. Come on. Lube. And a condom.”