Just a Bit Obsessed (6 page)

“There. Fifth floor. The elevator isn’t working.”

It figured.

When they finally reached the apartment, they leaned against the door, catching their breaths.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Christian said.

“Don’t,” Alexander said.

“Very helpful, dude.”

“You can manage the rest on your own, right?”

“If I say no, will you carry me inside?” Christian was smiling slightly, but his eyes were oddly serious.

Alexander straightened up. “If you’re back to flirting, you’re fine enough to get your ass inside.” He turned to leave, but a hand grabbed his jacket.

“Alec.”

He inhaled and looked at Christian. “What?”

Christian let go of his jacket. He bit his bottom lip, a strange expression on his face. “It’s, like, the last time we see each other, right?”

Alexander shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged. “We’ll probably run into each other at your school.”

“You know what I mean.”

Christian’s eyes were like melted chocolate.

Averting his gaze, Alexander tugged at his collar. “Maybe. So?”

“I hate leaving loose ends,” Christian said.

“What loose ends?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Look at me.”

Alexander knew he shouldn’t. He knew it.

But he did anyway.

They stared at each other in silence; the only sound in the stairwell was their ragged breathing.

Christian licked his lips.

“Just once,” he whispered.

And Alexander lunged forward, crushing his lips with his own. Moaning, Christian grabbed his hair and kissed back, eager and needy, and Alexander kissed him deeper, shoving his tongue inside. The kiss was messy and carnal—tongues, teeth, breathless grunts and whimpers—and he couldn’t kiss him deep enough and hard enough. Nothing made sense—nothing but this: the most basic, physical want, his blood pounding with need in his veins and making his dick thicken and harden. He wanted—

His cell phone went off. It was his ringtone for Mila.

Alexander jerked away as though burnt.

Breathing hard, they stared at each other. Christian’s pupils were so dilated that his eyes seemed black, his face flushed, hair disheveled, lips swollen and red. Alexander hated that even as guilt twisted his gut into knots, a part of him wanted to go back to sucking and kissing those lips, his body burning with want.

“No,” he said hoarsely and backed away, almost falling down the stairs in his haste.

Once outside, the cold night air did nothing to cool his skin.

Alexander took a few deep breaths, trying to will his erection away. He thought of Mila waiting for him in the car, and he felt sick to his stomach.

He didn’t want to go there, but he couldn’t stay here forever.

Steeling himself, Alexander strode to the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“What’s taken you so long?”

Alexander stared out into the dark night through the windshield.

He could lie. He could omit the truth.

His stomach churned. No.

“I kissed him,” he said flatly.

A beat passed. “Excuse me?”

“I kissed Christian.” He didn’t look at her.

The silence lasted longer this time.

At last, she laughed, a bit uncertainly. “Wow. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. I thought—I thought you were one hundred percent straight.”

“I am,” Alexander said, gripping the steering wheel.

“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you are not one hundred percent straight if you kiss another guy.” A pause. “Though I don’t really blame you. He’s ridiculously attractive and would make any guy bi-curious.”

Breathing out, Alexander turned his head to her. “I thought you’d be angrier.”

Mila twirled a lock of her hair on her finger. “Why? I kissed him too—and did more than kissing. I’m just surprised.” She peered at him curiously. “Did you like it?”

Alexander nearly laughed. How was he supposed to answer that?

Like
didn’t even begin to cover it. Hunger was still clawing at him, his cock still half-hard.

But for all her open-mindedness, Mila wouldn’t take it well if she knew the extent of his attraction to Christian. She wouldn’t take it well if she knew his fingers were still trembling from the rush of adrenaline, his body stiff with arousal.

“It was good enough,” Alexander said shortly, turning away.

Mila put a hand on his shoulder. “So what are we gonna do about it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m attracted to him, you’re attracted to him, and I presume he’s attracted to both of us. It’s perfect. We can have a real threesome, not just have two guys share a girl.”

Alexander drew a slow breath in. She couldn’t be seriously suggesting this. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Mila.”

“Why? It was really hot when I saw you two accidentally kiss.” She chuckled. “Gotta say there’s something very exciting about watching two hot guys make out. I actually don’t even feel jealous. It’s like…it feels like it doesn’t count, you know?”

Alexander could understand where she was coming from: he wouldn’t be bothered either if he watched Mila make out with another hot girl. But the problem was…

He sighed, running a hand over his eyes. How could he tell her that he had a very bad feeling about this?

“Is this about him being a guy?” Mila asked when he didn’t say anything. “If it is, it’s silly. So you’re bisexual, big deal! It’s just sex, not a relationship. Come on, let’s try it! If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Simple.”

Alexander stared into the darkness. He shouldn’t be making any decisions when his body still ached with want and desire.

But he said, “All right.”

“Great! I’ll tell him tomorrow, then.”

The uneasy feeling in his gut didn’t abate.

Something told him it wouldn’t be as simple as Mila made it out to be.

Chapter 8

Christian wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and swallowed, staring at the door to Alexander’s apartment.

He should have refused.

He should have refused when Mila suggested it. At first he had been flustered and embarrassed when Mila had told him she knew about the kiss. Apparently Alexander always told her everything. Like the perfect boyfriend he was.

Christian wasn’t sure why it bothered him that much—at least he chose not to examine it too closely. Until his conversation with Mila, he had been trying not to think about the kiss, and Mila’s suggestion had come as a shock to him.

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.”

“Here,” came a quiet voice.

Christian turned his head and looked at Mila. She was lying on her side, watching them. Her pretty face was flushed. She pushed the lube and a condom to him.

Christian told Alexander reluctantly, “Get off me. I need to prep. I can’t do it with you on top.”

Alexander took the lube from him. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure you know how? It’s been a while for me, and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch if you don’t do it properly.”

Alexander gave him a look. “Women have anal sex too, you know.”

Right.

Alexander rolled off him.

His eyes swept over Christian’s naked body, almost like a physical touch. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice low and hoarse.

Christian did, and then Alexander was nudging his thighs apart and touching his hole with his long, slick fingers, massaging it. Christian bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should thrust up or down, and settled for writhing a bit frantically. He had to keep his teeth locked together to keep from begging for more. He was very sensitive down there. Too sensitive.