by Anders Grey
“Move your hand.”
I obeyed. Alec wrapped his large fingers around both our cocks at once. When he pumped us at the same time, I hissed in pleasure.
“Shit, fuck!”
Alec grinned. “Happy I joined you in the shower now?”
I was too horny to make any smart remarks. “Yes. Fuck. Kiss me more.”
Our mouths crashed together. Our tongues and cocks frotted against each other. It was pure bliss. Arousal revved up in the pit of my stomach, threatening to burst at any moment.
Alec gently bit my lower lip, making me moan. He moved lower, kissing along my jaw. Our stubble scraped together, the pleasant friction sending a shiver down my spine. Alec went down, kissing and grazing his teeth against my neck.
“Where are you going?” I asked roughly.
And then he was all the way down on his knees. My breath caught.
“This is what you had in mind, right?” Alec asked, his voice husky from arousal. “Me blowing you in the shower?”
My face felt as hot as the fucking sun. I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat and forced the answer out. “Yes.”
Alec’s mouth was a provocative grin. He took the length of my cock and slowly rubbed it against his cheek. I melted against the wall, grappling for a hold of anything that would help keep me standing.
“Holy shit, Alec.”
He gently patted his own cheek with my engorged cock. “Something wrong, Rowan?”
My heart raced so fast it felt like it was going to explode. “No.”
Alec let out a rumbling chuckle. He was enjoying this game just as much as I was. He never broke eye contact with me as he rubbed my throbbing cock over his face, moaning and acting like it was an honor. It was so fucking hot I nearly came instantly.
Then he ducked lower to lick my balls. I bit my lip. They felt so full and heavy. I wanted nothing more than to shoot my load all over Alec—and I almost did when Alec began to suck on them.
“Fuck,” I cried. I clutched the stainless-steel bar beside me so hard I was surprised it didn’t break.
Alec wasn’t quiet. He raised his voice over the spray of water, moaning loudly and obscenely. I could tell he loved having my cock and balls rubbed all over his face, and that only made the scene that much hotter for me. I loved knowing he was getting off on this, too.
Then Alec parted his lips and suckled the tip of my cock. I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to cum. Not yet. Not when Alec was putting on the hottest fucking show I’d ever seen, hotter than any porn video.
Alec broke eye contact only to shut his eyes as he took me further into his mouth. As my cock inched deeper into his wet heat, arousal crackled in every cell of my body. I felt like I’d been on the edge of orgasm for an eternity, but as desperately as I wanted to cum, I also wanted this moment to last.
I pet Alec’s hair, hoping he knew how much I was enjoying this. His blond hair turned dark under the water, and it matched the deep flush in his cheeks.
I groaned in pleasurable agony when my cock brushed the back of Alec’s throat. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, and kept me in place for a moment. Then he pulled back with a gasp. As he caught his breath, he clenched the base of my dick so I couldn’t cum yet. I leaked pre-cum, and if my cock could talk, it’d probably be screaming for release.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “This is too much, Alec, I can’t…”
“Hold it, baby,” Alec said.
I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me. Not only being told I couldn’t cum yet but the fact that he called me baby.
“Where do you want it?” Alec asked. “On my face? Down my throat?”
Oh, fuck me.
He was asking where I wanted to cum? Just hearing him ask that made me want to cum on the spot.
My voice was a pathetic mewl. “Face.”
Alec grinned, like he already knew that was what I wanted. He took hold of my cock again, pumping it faster.
“Come on, baby. Cum all over me.”
I exploded. Stars lit like fireworks behind my eyes. The hot, liquid pleasure splattered across Alec’s face, his hair, the shower floor. I let out the most obscene groan I’d ever heard come out of my own mouth and couldn’t even find the shame to be embarrassed about it. The shockwaves of arousal pulsing through me felt that good.
When it ended, I was gasping for breath. I felt dizzy even though my back was against the shower wall. I blinked, waiting for the dazed pinpricks of light to go away.
“Fuck,” I said breathlessly.
Alec got to his feet. He smirked and wiped a hand across his face, letting the cleansing spray of hot water wash the cum and spit away. He leaned his chest into mine and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I mewled in reply.
“Was that as good as your fantasy?” he asked in a satisfied purr.
I huffed. “Better.”
He grinned. “Good.”
I reached haphazardly for his cock, still hard and pressing against my thigh, begging for my attention. Alec didn’t turn down my offer. He leaned his weight into me, burying his face in the crook of my neck and moaning as I worked his throbbing cock.
“Rowan,” he murmured.
His next words were muffled but sounded like praise and begging. His body tensed. He dug his fingers into my hips, using me for leverage. I pumped his cock faster, frantically trying to get the long-awaited orgasm out of him.
Alec swore. He sucked in a sharp breath, then cried out. His cock twitched in my grip, jerked violently, then shot out a thick rope of cum that covered our skin. It was quickly washed away by the water.
Alec’s legs were jelly, just like mine were a few moments ago. He groaned and slumped against me. I wrapped my arms around him and laughed.
“This isn’t gonna work. You’re too tall,” I said.
He let out an exasperated huff. “Sorry. Let me become short real quick.”
“Or we can get out of the shower.”
“Just a minute…”
I rolled my eyes but smiled, wrapping my arms around Alec’s waist tighter. His skin smelled clean and sweet. I shut my eyes and inhaled him.
“Are you falling asleep?” I asked when he didn’t budge.
Alec mumbled something.
“Oh my god. Come on. Bar crawl, remember?”
Alec perked up like a dog hearing his empty food bowl being filled with kibble. He picked himself up. “Right. Activities. Booze.”
“Yes. Also, I don’t want you to pass out on me. I’ll drown in the shower if I get stuck under your big body. Tiffany’s already mad at me, and I don’t wanna piss her off more by becoming a corpse at her wedding getaway.”
Alec snorted. “Shit, you’re right. You wouldn’t want to make a scene by dying.”
“Exactly.”
20
Alec
Rowan’s family was beyond excited for the pub crawl. I couldn’t help be amused at their enthusiasm, especially all the older relatives who could apparently drink circles around Rowan and the other ‘youngsters’.
Once again Tiffany and Mark led the pack while Rowan and I lagged behind. But this time it wasn’t because we were looking around or wanted alone time—we had plenty of that an hour ago in the hotel shower—but because both of us were waiting for a moment to catch Tiffany by herself.
I’d promised Rowan I’d talk to his cousin about my shared past with Mark, and I fully intended on doing so, but catching Tiffany alone was harder that I imagined, especially since for the first two days of the trip she was practically always alone. Now Mark hung around her like a vulture or a bad smell that just wouldn’t go away.
We piled into the first pub, an Irish-themed place with a lot of green and swearing—though whether the curse words came from the Irish employees or Rowan’s family, I couldn’t tell. The building’s few patrons were squashed as the entire family rolled in. Even though patrons meant money, I shot the bartender an apologetic glance anyway as I sat up on a stool.
Rowan sat next to me w
ith his elbows on the counter, leaning close like he was trying to take up less space in the crowded bar.
“Rum and coke?” I asked him.
He nodded but seemed distracted. I followed his gaze to Tiffany down on the other end of the bar. She was laughing as Mark threw his arm around her and apparently told a funny joke. I couldn’t hear much beyond the mass of voices all talking at once.
“At least she’s in a good mood,” I said to Rowan.
He made a face. “I don’t get it. Mark’s acting so different now.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Do you think he knows we’re on to him?”
I thought about what Rowan said earlier during the hike—how maybe we’d jumped to conclusions about Mark, and maybe we should’ve given him the benefit of the doubt. Now I wasn’t sure what to believe. After the suspicious tardiness and talking to mysterious figures, Mark was acting like a perfect fiancé now—or at least what he thought passed as one. I still wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.
“I don’t know. But whatever he’s doing, I don’t like it,” I mumbled.
“You still gonna talk to Tiffany?”
I nodded but wondered when—or even if—I’d get a moment alone with her tonight. A pub crawl was sprawling and chaotic. It was counterintuitive to my goal of getting five minutes with Tiffany by herself.
When we got our drinks, I threw half of mine back like it was a shot. Rowan watched in surprise.
“Slow down, Alec, there’s like fifty more bars to get through,” he said, sounding a bit concerned.
I wiped my mouth. Maybe I didn’t need to sneak around the bushes—maybe I just needed lowered inhibitions and liquid courage.
“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, raising a brow.
“I’m doing you a favor.” I took another gulp of my drink, feeling the burn of alcohol down my throat.
“Oh my god, please don’t get drunk and make a scene.”
“I’m appalled by your lack of trust in me.”
Rowan sighed. “I trust you. What I don’t trust is the way alcohol can fuck with your brain.”
“I’m barely tipsy,” I promised. “Wait here a sec.”
I ignored Rowan’s groan and hopped off the stool before sauntering through the crowd. I found Tiffany and Mark together at the other end of the bar. They draped over each other, linking arms and doing shots while relatives cheered them on.
I flinched. A memory pulled me back in time to when Mark and I had done the same thing for his birthday. I remembered the feeling of our arms braced against each other, the shot glass in my hand, the alcohol and kiss that came after…
I’d enjoyed it at the time, but now? It only pissed me off. I couldn’t believe I ever had feelings for that cheating asshole. That was why I was doing this. Not to embarrass myself, but to help Tiffany the way no one had helped me.
I bristled. Filled with new determination, I approached them.
Tiffany didn’t notice me. She was too busy laughing and asking the bartender for another round. But Mark turned his hawk-like gaze on me, staring me down. When he pushed off the seat and came towards me, nobody around us reacted—the crowd was pleasantly buzzed, all in their own little worlds.
“What?” Mark said. His breath smelled like alcohol.
I was hoping to bypass Mark completely, but fuck that, I guess.
“I want to talk to Tiff,” I said.
His lip curled, probably because I’d referred to his fiancée with a nickname. “She’s busy.”
I raised a brow. Tiffany was currently scrolling through her phone while waiting for the bartender.
“She doesn’t look very busy,” I pointed out.
“Why don’t you go back to your boyfriend?” Mark said, spitting the word. “I’m sure he’s lonely all by himself.”
“Like Tiffany was the first couple days of this trip when you barely showed up?”
Mark visibly tensed. I knew I hit a nerve.
“Just stay away from her,” he growled.
I raised my palms. “Relax. I’m literally just going to talk to her. Don’t worry.”
Mark’s glare didn’t waver. The petty part of me was glad I was pissing him off.
“Whatever,” he muttered, then returned to his seat. He didn’t react when Tiffany smothered his cheek in a sloppy kiss.
He’s so busy being annoyed at me that he can’t appreciate his fiancé’s PDA, I thought, irritated on Tiffany’s behalf.
“Hey, Mark!” one of Rowan’s many cousins called out. “Get your ass over here and play darts with us!”
I perked up and willed Mark to take the offer. His brow furrowed like a conflicted caveman torn between wanting to go hunt with the other cavemen and staying behind to protect his mate with a club.
To my relief, Mark finally gave in and went to the dartboard with the other guys, who all whooped loudly. Ignoring the fact that Mark was probably going to imagine the dartboard as my face, I shimmied next to Tiffany.
“Hey, Tiff,” I said with a smile.
Her face lit up sweetly. Apparently, whatever beef she had with Rowan didn’t carry over to me, which would hopefully make this easier. Of course, there was a nagging voice in the back of my head saying it could also blow up in my face, but the alcohol did a good job of duct taping that mouth shut.
“Hey, Alec! Enjoying the first drink of the night?” she asked.
I gave her a playful wink. “And ready for many, many more.”
She giggled and sipped her main drink next to a couple empty shot glasses. “What brings you here, sitting next to little ol’ me?” A flash of sobriety crossed her face. “I thought you’d be with Rowan all night.”
I wondered if I heard regret in her voice or if it was just my imagination. “Ah, he’ll be fine on his own for five minutes. Just like Mark, right?”
“Hah. I wish it was five minutes with him.” She tilted her head. “Although he’s been… good lately.”
I smiled, hoping to fish more out of her. “Good?”
“Like, staying close, I guess? Not straying so much.” She snorted. “Oh my god, I’m talking about him like he’s a dog or something.”
I chuckled. “So, you’re saying you keep him on a short leash?”
“I try to. But sometimes he runs away.” I could tell she was trying to keep the joke going, but saying the words out loud made her smile falter. She gulped her drink. “Anyway. Did you want something?”
She’s not ready yet, I realized. I felt her getting a bit defensive, putting her walls up. Whatever feelings she had about Mark, she was determined to keep them on lock-down. For now. I didn’t want to manipulate Tiffany, but if she was going to be drinking all night anyway, I could use that to my advantage.
“Actually, there’s a bar close by that I want to check out next, if that’s okay with you?” I suggested.
“Oh, yeah!” Tiffany said. “Spontaneity. I love it. Definitely, Alec, just lead the way once we pile out of here.”
“Awesome. Thanks, Tiff.”
I slunk out of there just in time to see Caveman Mark returning to his cave. His scowl told me that I’d narrowly missed getting a dinosaur bone over the head.
When I returned to Rowan, his eyes were wide with anticipation. There was an adorable blush on his cheeks from the alcohol. It was so cute that he was a lightweight.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Not yet,” I told him. “Still working on it. But I think I have a shot at the next bar. Trust me.”
“What’s the next bar?”
“I told her I knew a good place down the street.”
Rowan stared down his nose at me. “Do you actually?”
I rushed to get my phone out of my pocket and hurriedly looked up bars on the local map. “Nope.”
The internet didn’t steer me wrong. After everyone left the Irish pub, I led the crowd down to the place I found online. It was a cool dark building with a younger vibe, but that didn’t deter Rowan’s older relatives one bit—they all stormed in
like they owned the place.
Beneath the dim lighting, Rowan looked gorgeous. Something about the crowd, the darkness, and low, rhythmic thumping of the bass made me want to push him against a wall and fuck his mouth with my tongue.
Jesus, Alec, the alcohol went straight to your dick, didn’t it?
I shook my head. I needed to focus.
Rowan glanced over his shoulder. “Tiffany looks like she wants to talk to you. I’m gonna go over there for a bit.”
With no time to talk, I nodded. I knew he didn’t want to make the conversation uncomfortable by hovering.
“Alec, this place is so cool!” Tiffany said. She had a half-drunk glass in her hand. “Thanks for bringing us here.”
“No problem.” I gave her a dramatic bow. “I’m glad to be of service.”
She laughed. “Oh my god, stop.”
I noticed Mark wasn’t helicoptering over her this time, but I didn’t see him. Did he skip out on this bar and run off, or was he somewhere behind me? I didn’t want to risk looking.
I smiled at Tiffany. “Hey, are you busy? Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure. What can I do ya for?”
I led her to a black velvet loveseat in a side room. Tiffany sat next to me. I noticed her drink slosh near the rim, dangerously close to spilling. I leaned over and righted the glass for her.
“Oh, geez. Thanks,” she said.
She seemed just tipsy enough that this conversation might work.
Here goes nothing.
“Say, um…” I smiled shyly. “Can I tell you something personal?”
Tiffany nodded seriously. “Oh my god, of course, Alec.”
I appreciated her openness, even though I knew some of it must have been the booze talking.
“So, has Mark ever mentioned me to you before?” I asked.
She shook her head. Good. That made it easier if she had no preconceived ideas about me.
“Well, um… I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just spit it out. Before he met you, Mark and I actually dated.”
Tiffany blinked slowly. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Whoa. That’s so weird.” She shook her head, then laughed. “What are the chances?”
