Just a Bit Obsessed (5 page)

Yeah, he’d done the right thing by declining Mila’s invitation to join them again; last night had been bad enough.

Christian licked his lips, remembering Alexander’s firm lips against his own, Alexander’s tongue in his mouth. It had been an accident, of course, but afterward, he could barely focus on pleasuring Mila, staring hungrily at Alexander’s lips and wanting them again. And as he watched Alexander fuck Mila, he badly wanted to take her place. He wanted to shove her away. He wanted to be under Mila’s boyfriend. He wanted Alexander to fuck
him
.

“Idiot,” Christian muttered again. He needed to get laid, pronto. A good, hard fuck was exactly what he needed to get the guy out of his mind.

Alexander Sheldon wasn’t for him.

Chapter 7

The club was full of shadows and flashing lights. The air smelled of chemicals, drinks and sweat. People crowded the dance floor, indistinguishable, unidentifiable. Occasionally one or two were picked out by a random spotlight, given their moment of fame, and then absorbed once again by the heaving mass.

This wasn’t Alexander’s scene. With every passing minute he regretted letting Mila talk him into it. But she had been tired and stressed out from all the studying and wanted to take her mind off the upcoming exams, and he had given in.

The bar at least had Yuengling, which was a relief, and Alexander picked at the label until the upper half of it was gone. It was so loud in there, and the lights were both low and pulsating, which gave him a headache.

“Come on, don’t be a mood killer,” Mila yelled into his ear. “Let’s dance!”

“You know I hate dancing.”

“But everyone’s dancing! Come on! I wanna dance!”

“Then go dance,” Alexander said and took a sip from his beer.

“Seriously?” Mila put her hands on her hips. “You’ll let some other guys dance with me? You don’t care?”

“I trust you,” Alexander said flatly.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been so moody the last couple of days. I’m the one stressed out by the finals, not you!”

Alexander took a sip from the bottle. “I haven’t been moody.” He kind of was, maybe, though he couldn’t point out the reason. He could feel this strange sort of frustration building in him, but he didn’t know what he was getting upset about. Everything was fine. The business ran like a well-oiled machine. His relationship with Mila couldn’t be better. There was nothing to be frustrated about.

“Go dance,” Alexander said. “Go have fun—” He cut himself off when a spotlight caught two guys dancing together.

Mila followed his gaze. “Oh, look who’s here! Chris didn’t waste much time after ditching us. He has a good taste. Very handsome.”

Alexander stared at the big hands on Christian’s hips as Christian moved, grinding back against the other guy, his head on the guy’s shoulder, his eyes closed and lips parted. The guy was watching him hungrily, his hands moving to slide under Christian’s T-shirt.

Alexander set his beer down. “Let’s go say hi.”

“You can’t be serious!” Mila said. “Christian wouldn’t be happy. I’m sure they don’t want to be interrupted!”

“Come on,” Alexander said, catching Mila’s wrist and practically dragging her towards the couple.

“Alexander!”

He ignored her protests, pushing through the crowd.

When they reached their destination, Alexander grabbed Christian’s arm—just to get his attention, of course.

Christian’s eyes flew open and he blinked dazedly a few times before his gaze focused on Alexander. Then a slow, radiant smile lit his face. His lips formed a word, but the music was too loud for Alexander to hear it. Christian pulled away from his dancing partner and practically fell against Alexander. “Hey!” he yelled happily.

That was when Alexander realized Christian was drunk. He had to wrap his arm around the guy’s waist to steady him. “You’re drunk.”

Looping an arm around his neck, Christian shook his head. “Just tipsy.”

Alexander snorted and looked at the other guy—who was glaring daggers at him.

“Get lost,” Alexander said. “He’s too drunk to put out.”

Huffing in annoyance, the guy disappeared in the crowd.

“I’m never too drunk to put out,” Christian announced into his ear.

Alexander grimaced. “You’re definitely too drunk to drive. How did you get here?”

There was a pause. “I dunno. I think I walked.”

“You think?” Alexander said. “How are you going to get home?”

Christian pressed his nose against his ear. “Don’t wanna go home. Wanna fuck.”

“Really,” Alexander said flatly. “I thought you declined Mila’s invitation because you didn’t want sex.”

“Don’t want a girl,” Christian’s murmured into his ear. “Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.”

Alexander swallowed. Meeting Mila’s concerned gaze, he flinched, though there was no way she could have heard it. And even if she could, he had no reason to feel guilty. He wasn’t responsible for what Christian was babbling about.

Alexander cleared his throat. “We’ll take you home. You need to sleep it off.” Gesturing Mila to follow, Alexander half-carried, half-dragged Christian off the dance floor.

“Where are we going?” Christian said once they got their jackets and went outside into the December night.

It was cold and damp but not windy.

“Where do you live?”

After a moment, Christian told him his address.

“That’s where we’re going, then,” Alexander said, pushing him towards his car.

“Hey, easy there!” Christian said, stumbling. “My legs are kinda funny.”

“You were fine enough when you were humping that guy on the dance floor.”

“You sound angry, Alec,” Christian said, turning and winking at him. Apparently he wasn’t too drunk for his silly flirting.

“I’m not angry,” Alexander said, grabbing Christian when he stumbled again. “I’m annoyed. Babysitting you wasn’t on my to-do list tonight.”

“Don’t be so hard on him, honey.”

Startled, Alexander turned his head. He had completely forgotten about Mila.

She lengthened her strides to catch up. “If anything, you should be the one apologizing to Christian for cock-blocking him.”

“I did no such thing,” Alexander said, opening his car and shoving Christian into the passenger seat.

“You did,” Christian muttered.

“You did,” Mila said, climbing into the back seat.

“He’s wasted.” Alexander got into his seat, buckled Christian up, fastened his own belt, and started the engine. “Who knows what the guy would have done to him.”

Christian started laughing—or rather, giggling drunkenly. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”

Alexander leveled him with a look.

Christian blew him a kiss.

Gritting his teeth, Alexander looked back at the street.

He felt Christian’s gaze on him.

“This is so odd,” Christian said, sounding confused. “You’re sweet, but you look very sour. Odd.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a terrible drunk?” Alexander said, ignoring Mila’s laughter from the backseat.

“No,” Christian said after a moment.

“You’re a terrible drunk.”

“Am not. I’m an awesome drunk! I sober up pretty fast.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant.”

“You’re mean. You look so nice, but you’re so mean.”

“You just said I was sweet.”

“I never said that!”

Alexander laughed. “You’re kind of ridiculous.”

“And you’re a jerk.”

“And you’re annoying.”

“Nice,” Mila said, chuckling. “Kindergarten insults. What’s next, guys?”

“He started it!” Christian said with a pout in his voice. “I really, really don’t like your boyfriend. I don’t know how you put up with him. Or why.”

“He has his moments,” Mila said. “Besides, he has a great dick.”

That silenced Christian. For a moment.

“I guess,” he mumbled reluctantly. “Though big dicks can be pretty uncomfortable when the guy doesn’t know how to use it. But I guess he—”

“
He
is right here,” Alexander said, looking in front of him. “And he really would like the two of you to stop discussing his dick.”

“Spoilsport,” Mila said.

“Bore,” Christian said.

Mila laughed a little. “I hope you aren’t too pissed at Alexander. That guy was very handsome.”

“Yeah. He had nice eyes. So blue. Pity.”

Alexander glanced at Christian. He looked sleepy now.

“Can I ask you something?” Mila said.

When Christian made a sleepy noise, she asked, “Why don’t you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? I mean, you’re probably the most popular guy in school, everyone loves you, but you never go out with anyone. You just sleep around. People say you’re afraid of commitment.”

“Nope,” Christian muttered, yawning. “It’s actually the opposite. My parents love each other—their love is epic and shit—and I basically grew up knowing nothing else. Settling for anything else seems kinda shallow. So I just fuck. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince and all that. I haven’t met anyone I wanted badly enough to quit sleeping around.”

There was a wistful look on Christian’s face. He didn’t look all that drunk anymore.

“I really want to meet that person,” Mila said.

Christian caught Alexander’s eyes and averted his gaze. “You and me both, sweetheart.”

“All right, let’s have a little quiz!” Mila said.

“A quiz?”

“Uh huh. A woman or a man?”

“Easy,” Christian murmured. “A man.”

“Why are you so sure?” Mila asked, a trace of annoyance in her voice. “You might fall for a woman.”

Alexander glanced at Christian again. He had his eyes closed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like women,” Christian said. “You’re nice to touch, nice to talk to, but I can’t really— can’t really see myself falling for a girl. There are things women can’t give me.”

“Like what?” Mila said.

Don’t want a girl.
Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.

Alexander shifted in his seat slightly, fixing his eyes straight ahead.

“Being with a man is different from being with a woman,” Christian murmured. “The dynamic is different. I’m all for gender equality and everything, but there are still some things you just can’t—” He cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “It’s hard to explain. I feel different with men and want different things, you know?”

Mila giggled. “Just say you like dick better.”

Christian snickered. “That too, but it’s not that simple, actually.”

“Fine, whatever. So the person will be most likely a man. Tall and built or short and slim?”

“Dumb question. Do you like short and slim guys?”

“Not the same thing! I’ve heard some gay guys like twinks.”

“Not me. Like them tall and built. Someone stronger than me.”

“I get it,” Mila said, a smile in her voice. “Let me guess: you like, um, to be on the bottom?”

Christian laughed. “I’ve done both.”

“But you prefer bottoming,” Mila pressed.

Alexander shot a sideway glance at Christian.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting Alexander’s eyes. There was a blush on his cheekbones.

Alexander looked back at the street. They were almost at the address Christian had given him.

“But I don’t actually do it that often,” Christian said. “I usually only do one-night stands, and you don’t really go that far with some strangers. And it’s a bit too intense and makes you feel too vulnerable and shit when the guy—”

“Too much information,” Alexander said.

The silence that fell in the car was almost deafening, and Alexander realized he had practically snarled the words out.

“Why?” Christian murmured at last. “Does it make you uncomfortable, Alec?”

Alexander kept his eyes on the road. “There’s such thing as over-sharing.” Alexander stopped the car in front of the building. “Is this the right building?”

“I—Yeah.”

“Then get out.”

“Thanks for the ride, I guess. Bye, Mila.”

“Bye, Chris.”

Alexander didn’t watch as Christian opened the door, but he had to look when the guy stumbled and fell down.

“For fuck’s sake,” Alexander said and got out of the car.

“The world is spinning,” Christian said. “Weird. I don’t feel all that drunk anymore.”

Alexander hauled him up. “Come on.”

Christian slung an arm around his neck and leaned heavily against him.

“You need help?” Mila called out from the car.

“No,” Alexander said and started walking. “Where’s your apartment?”