Just a Bit Obsessed (Straight Guys 2)

He gasped as Alexander’s cock erupted over him, hot stripes covering him from hair to chin, dripping down onto his neck, covering his open, panting mouth and waiting tongue.

Alexander rolled on top of him and kissed him greedily, and his hands were fucking rubbing his jizz into Christian’s skin, and that was fucked up enough to push Christian over the edge, and he came, moaning into Alexander’s mouth. Moaning his name.

The world was still, just their heavy breathing disrupting the silence.

And then Christian started laughing.

Alexander lifted himself on an elbow. “Something funny?”

Still chuckling, Christian grinned. “Nope. Nothing. Well, besides the fact that I just had a neat freak come all over me. I’m fucking gross, man—and you fucking enjoyed making me gross. You. Neat freak. Ha!”

“You’re so childish,” Alexander said, his lips curling into a reluctant smile. “Such a baby.”

To prove his maturity, Christian grinned and stuck his tongue out at him.

Alexander shook his head before kissing him again.

Christian sighed and kissed back, wrapping his arms and legs around him.

Someone cleared their throat.

Christian stiffened, and Alexander rolled off him.

Mila stood in the doorway, her lips slightly pursed and arms crossed over her chest. “I thought you already left, Chris. Don’t you need to study?”

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and uncertain, Christian sat up and reached for his clothes on the chair. “Yeah, you’re right. I’d better get going.”

He stood up, turned away, and dressed as quickly as he could. He could feel Alexander’s eyes on him, and he could feel Mila’s, too.

“All right, good luck tomorrow,” he said, rather awkwardly, unsure why it was so damn awkward. They had been doing nothing wrong.

Mila smiled, but her smile didn’t seem particularly friendly. Or was it his imagination?

“You should wash your face before you go,” she said.

Christian froze and then flushed, meeting her eyes. He glanced at Alexander’s inscrutable face.

“Right,” he said, even more awkwardly, and went to the bathroom.

He closed the door and breathed out, still weirded out.

What the hell was that?

Shaking his head, Christian walked to the sink and washed his face quickly.

Finished, he strode back to the door but stopped at the sound of voices.

“…I didn’t think you’d care,” Alexander said, his voice emotionless. “Why does it matter if you’re in the room or not?”

“I—I don’t know! But it does! You should have told me to come back if you were going to have sex again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You were studying.”

“He’s supposed to be studying, too, instead of—”

Christian opened the door. “We really didn’t think it would upset you,” he said, walking to Mila. He wrapped an arm around her tense shoulders and smiled at her. “We’re sorry. It won’t happen again.” He wasn’t lying, but he tried to ignore the part of him that liked the word we a bit too much.

She relaxed. “I’m sorry, too. I probably overreacted.”

Christian squeezed her shoulder. “I get it. We’re all stressed because of the exams.”

Mila grimaced. “Yeah. I’m worried that Rutledge will fail me tomorrow.”

“Aren’t we all? Look on the bright side: he won’t be teaching us anymore after tomorrow.”

“If we don’t have to retake the class,” Mila muttered grimly.

“Fuck, now I’m panicking too.” Christian looked at Alexander, who had finished dressing. “I’ll go.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling this to Alexander.

Alexander nodded, a strange expression flashing across his features.

“Right,” Christian said. He pecked Mila on the lips. “Good luck tomorrow.”

She smiled, looking distracted already. “Thanks. You, too.”

Christian turned to Alexander and hesitated. He had given Mila a goodbye kiss. He could do the same to Alexander, right? Just a peck.

Mila was frowning, deep in thought, and wasn’t looking at them anymore, so Christian stepped to Alexander and brushed his lips against Alexander’s. Just a peck.

Except their lips clung to each other, not wanting to let go.

Their lips clung to each other even as they slowly pulled apart.

“Bye,” Christian murmured, feeling a bit too warm.

“Good luck on the exam,” Alexander said, giving him a faint smile.

Christian grinned, nodded and stepped back.

He was still smiling as he left the apartment.

Chapter 10

Mila Bursell wasn’t stupid. Neither was she oblivious. People often thought she was just a typical dumb pretty girl and rarely took her seriously, but she didn’t mind: it was even amusing.

She hadn’t missed the way Alexander looked at Christian—like he was the most delicious thing in the world and he wanted to kiss him from head to toe—but Mila couldn’t really blame her boyfriend. It was a pretty ordinary reaction to Christian Ashford, and she was no different in that regard. It would be terribly hypocritical of her to be angry about Alexander’s attraction to Christian.

No, Alexander’s attraction to the guy didn’t bother her all that much; she had told Alexander the truth that she found watching them very hot. But the strength of that attraction did bother her. She didn’t like the way they looked at each other during sex, and the way they acted during sex. Every time Mila tried to participate when Alexander fucked Christian, she was pushed away. Neither of them was rude and she wasn’t even sure it was intentional—they simply seemed to forget she was even there, too focused on each other.