Blue-Eyed Soul (14 page)

Remey could feel the trembling in Aleks's body, the instinctive response the other man couldn't hide.

"I don't want to hurt you," Aleks whispered, his voice rough and shaky, and Remey shook his head.

"You won't... you couldn't. Give me more, Aleksander. We both want it, so come on," Remey encouraged, his voice breaking on another sharp cry as Aleks thrust his fingers deeper, harder. "That's it... fuck, yes." Remey panted, one hand curled over Aleks's shoulder, the other grasping the rumpled covers.

Aleks quickened the pace of his thrusting fingers, and Remey moaned, his eyes closing as his head tipped back against the pillows. He didn't know how he was going to manage to last more than a few minutes once Aleks did get inside him, but he was determined to try his best. And, well, if he didn't... Remey hoped there'd be a second time. Preferably almost immediately following the first. He cried out again when Aleks worked a third finger inside him, his eyes hot and dark as he watched Remey's face.

"I could watch you like this for hours," Aleks murmured, and Remey let out a soft, breathless laugh.

"Me, too... my imagination had
nothing
on reality." The intensity in Aleks's eyes was like nothing Remey had ever seen before, from anyone he'd ever been with, and if this never happened again, he knew it was what he'd remember most--the way Aleks looked at him and focused on him like the was the only other person in the world.

Aleks chuckled, thrusting his fingers faster, harder now Remey had made it clear he could handle it. "The feeling's mutual."

Finally, though, it seemed Aleks couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers and knelt up, reaching for the lube and condom.

Remey shook his head, pushing up to sit, and grabbed the condom from Aleks with a grin. "Let me," he murmured, teeth catching his lower lip with a seductive look.

* * * *

Aleks's stomach flipped, but he nodded, hands falling away. He might come on the spot from Remey's hands on him, but like hell was he going to deny either of them the pleasure as Remey grasped Aleks's cock and skillfully rolled the condom on.

Aleks laughed as Remey sank back onto the bed. He grabbed the lube and stretched out over the other man, nudging his thighs wide. "You're good at that," he teased, reaching between them to slick his cock.

Remey hooked his legs at Aleks's hips. "Lucky you."

Lucky him, indeed. Aleks slid the head of his cock against Remey's entrance and bent to kiss him as he began to push inside.

Remey moaned into the kiss, and Aleks moaned with him as he pressed into him. The feeling stole his breath for the umpteenth time so far. It was so intimate, Remey allowing Aleks inside him, giving himself up in such a personal way.

Aleks nuzzled Remey's lower lip, panting against his mouth. His hands slid down Remey's side, savoring the sleek, lean curve of his body. He couldn't touch Remey enough, wanting to learn every square inch of bare skin, to feel his gorgeous body move under his hands. Aleks groaned, their lips rubbing together.

"Goddamn, Remey," he whispered, giving one last push, his cock settling all the way inside Remey. He was hot and tight, and Aleks sighed with pleasure. Being inside someone had never felt quite so good, and Aleks didn't know if it was because Remey was so beautiful or if it was something deeper. He couldn't think about it now, though, with Remey clenching his muscles lightly as Aleks set a rhythm of deep thrusts.

"Goddamn, indeed," Remey answered, panting as he pushed up to his elbows, head falling back. Aleks dipped his head, lips nibbling at Remey's throat. He grinned to himself as Remey gasped, his hand fisting on the covers as Aleks's tongue slid down, flicking across the hollow between his collarbones.

There was no way Aleks was going to last very long. He wished otherwise, but Remey kept clenching and arched his hips and looking at Aleks like he was a buffet and Remey a starving man.

Of course, Remey wasn't the only one ravenous, and Aleks growled, hands sliding up to catch Remey's wrists and drag them above his head, pinning them to the pillows. Remey gasped and his smile widened as he arched beneath Aleks, twisting sinuously. "Mmm, even better. Hurry, Aleks... more." Then his eyes got a teasing sparkle and he whispered, "Please."

Aleks slanted his mouth across Remey's, hips thrusting faster, harder. Remey arched to meet his thrusts, fingers clenching where Aleks held them captive above his head. He melted into it, gave it all and surrendered.

And Aleks was dangerously close to feeling more than only lust for him... damn the man for being the exact opposite of everything Aleks had thought he'd be, had almost wished he'd be. Now Aleks had no choice but to see Remey for who he was and, fuck, who he was, was someone Aleks truly liked.

He broke the kiss and met Remey's gaze, eyes narrowed. After a second, Remey smiled, as if he could read what was going on in Aleks's head. Hell, maybe he could. The man had an uncanny knack for getting under Aleks's skin and in his head without trying.

"Stop thinking, Aleksander," Remey murmured, lifting his head to suck at his lower lip. "Just feel. Feel me."

Aleks laughed, his tongue flicking across Remey's lips, and Remey inched closer for a hot, brief kiss. "I can't do anything but feel you, Remey..."

Remey smiled, arching his back as Aleks thrust into him, abandoned and on the verge of wild. Aleks's breath caught, a low growl escaping him, and his hands tightened on Remey's wrists. Remey gasped.

"Fuck... Aleks. God, not gonna..."

Aleks nodded, his breath puffing warm and damp against Remey's neck. "Me either... you feel too good, been too long... fuck, what you do to me..."

Remey squirmed and kept clenching, and Aleks was going out of his mind. He released Remey's hands and reached down to grab one slim leg behind the knee, pulling it up higher, opening Remey wider so Aleks could go deeper. Remey cried out and wrapped his arms around Aleks's shoulders.

"Please, please..."

Aleks could tell those pleas weren't only to get a reaction, like before. This was Remey genuinely pleading for Aleks to get him there, get him the rest of the way. It was so sexy, the powerful rush of it whipping through his veins.

He nodded, breath panting, their foreheads together. "I've got you. Fuck, you feel so good... almost there, Remey, almost..."

And then it wasn't almost at all, it was there, his orgasm crashing through him like a tidal wave. Aleks had the presence of mind to reach between them and give Remey's cock a few tight, fast strokes until, thank God, Remey twitched, cried out and came with him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Aleks's hips jerked as he came, eyes squeezed shut. He let out a long groan, almost pained, when Remey clenched tight as he came, too, the sensations nearly too much. But then, as Aleks was half a second from pulling out to ease the pressure, Remey went boneless, panting and whimpering, clinging to Aleks like a lifeline.

Aleks relaxed over him, sliding one hand under his head, lips pressed to Remey's damp temple. "Christ..." he whispered.

Remey struggled to catch his breath and pressed his face against Aleks's shoulder. After a second, Remey let out a soft sigh, and Aleks pushed up on one elbow, still a little hazy.

"Everything okay?"

Remey smiled, lifting his arms to slide them around Aleks's neck. "Mmm, more than."

Aleks smiled back, then, after a second, pushed up on his hands and carefully withdrew. He had to admit, he loved the soft, disappointed sound Remey made, and Aleks gave him a small smile as he disposed of the condom in a trash can near the bed.

"Stay right here. I'll be right back with something for you to clean up with." He slipped into the bathroom and came back a second later with a damp cloth he handed to Remey. "Here. You could take a shower if you wanted..."

Remey shook his head, and after wiping off, he scooted over to press himself up against Aleks's side, fingers trailing down his back. "I had a really good time, Aleksander," he said softly, meeting Aleks's eyes with a smile.

Aleks turned and knelt facing him, sliding his arms around Remey. "I did, too. Stupid me, I could've had you weeks ago," he murmured, one hand sliding down to palm the soft curve of Remey's ass as he bent and sipped at his lips.

Remey sighed and melted into the embrace, tipping his face up for Aleks's kisses. "Mmm... I like your bed," he whispered.

Aleks chuckled, nibbling along his jaw. "It's not quite as interesting without me in it, I assure you."

Remey giggled and raked his fingers down Aleks's chest. "Then I like you, not your bed." He sighed. "I do. I like you very much." Then he paused and pulled back a bit to look up at Aleks. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's okay." Aleks smiled and kissed him one more time before pulling. "I know post-quick fuck it's supposed to be all awkward and whatnot, but it's not my thing."

"Good, it's not mine either. C'mere." Remey tugged on his hand and the two of them stretched out on the rumpled covers together. Remey was unabashed in his nudity, and Aleks liked it. He took advantage by stroking his hand down Remey's back, over his butt, back up. He had gorgeous skin.

Remey stretched with a contented-sounding sigh. "You can keep right on touching me. I won't complain, believe me." Remey returned the favor, running one hand down Aleks's side, gaze following the path. "Have I mentioned I love your tattoos?"

Aleks smiled, his hand caressing over Remey's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm going to take that as a double compliment, since I drew all my own work."

Remey sat up to study them more closely, then met Aleks's eyes. "I'm impressed. Not surprised, after seeing your paintings, though. I've never been into tattoos on guys before." He lifted a shoulder before settling back down on the bed, shooting Aleks a smile. "I guess you're the exception to the rule."

"I like the sound of that," Aleks murmured, leaning in to take Remey's lips in a slow kiss. He knew he ought to ask Remey to leave. When the kiss broke, a glance at the clock told him he didn't have much more than an hour before he was supposed to pick Willow up from her party.

But this was nice. It had been a long time since he'd had someone in his bed, someone who wanted to stay there, wanting to spend time with him. Someone who was, for all their differences, like him in a lot of ways no one else he knew was. LGBT, for one. Lonely, for another.

"So I guess you're going home for Thanksgiving?" he asked, gaze following the path of his wandering fingers, trailing down Remey's arm, savoring every silky inch.

Remey laughed, his gaze faux-reproachful. "How many times do I have to tell you Haven is home now?"

Aleks shrugged, meeting his eyes. "I might need a bit of convincing."

Remey grinned. "I'd be happy to. And to answer your question, no. I'm staying here. For the first time since I've been alive, my parents are going on a vacation for their anniversary on the 21st." He rolled onto his stomach, chin propped in his hand. "Cruising to the tropics. My mother is so excited she can't stand it."

Aleks frowned. So Remey was going to be alone for Thanksgiving? As soon as the thought entered his mind, Aleks tried to shove it away. Oh no, he thought. Nope. Not inviting Remey Dufresne to Thanksgiving dinner. Even if it would be a nice thing to do. Even if Willow would be excited, not to mention Jess. Even if Stevan kept telling him he needed to quit living his life for Willow and find a relationship that didn't involve Dora the Explorer.

Remey tilted his head with a small smile. "You're frowning. What's wrong with cruises?"

Aleks blinked and shook his head. "Oh, nothing. Sorry. I was thinking of something else. It'll be weird for you, won't it? Being without them on the holiday?"

"A little," Remey admitted. "Even though I've been touring so much the last few years, I've always taken a break for the holidays, and my parents and brother would fly out to L.A. to stay for a couple of days. So, yeah, it'll be strange, but I'm glad they're going." Remey smiled. "What will you and Willow do? Family Thanksgiving, I'm guessing?"

Aleks nodded. "Yeah. Stevan and Jess will come over, and we'll have dinner together. Holidays are pretty quiet, but it's nice. Willow's already getting all keyed up for Christmas."

Remey laughed, turning toward him and snuggling a little closer. "Hey, that's what being a kid is all about. Heck, I'm not a kid and I still get all keyed up about Christmas. I bet she's also pretty excited you'll be off from school for a few weeks."

Aleks grinned. "She is. She has all kinds of plans involving building snowmen and igloos, which means I get to do all the dirty work, while she directs and then demands hot chocolate."

It was strange lying there naked talking about his daughter, so Aleks sat up, reaching for his jeans. Remey frowned a little, then followed suit, seeming to assume it was time to go.

"I did have a really good time, Aleks. Thank you for coming to get me at the café."

Aleks glanced over at him, then reached out to stop him from tugging his sweater on. "Wait. I want to ask you something?"

Remey smiled, his expression cheeky. "It's a little soon, isn't it?"

It took Aleks a second to realize what Remey meant, then he smiled, shaking his head. "Just a little. No, I... well, if you don't have anywhere to go on Thanksgiving... I mean, well... you could come here."

Not his most flattering invitation, he was sure, but he meant it and he hoped Remey could tell. Aleks glanced over at him. Remey's jeans were half done up, sweater dangling in his hand and a smile growing on his face.

"I could? Are you sure?"

Aleks made a scoffing sound. "I'm sure. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't. You shouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving. Unless you want to be, I mean. You don't have to come."

Remey smiled. "I'd love to. I wasn't looking forward to being alone. Thank you."

Aleks shot him a grin, reaching for his own shirt. "Hey, my motives aren't exactly pure. We usually potluck it..." His voice trailed off, and Remey laughed as he finished getting dressed.

"You're so not subtle. I can bring dessert."

"Awesome." Aleks sat on the edge of the bed to pull his socks on, glancing over at the clock.