“I wasn’t,” Alexander admitted.
Christian looked at him curiously. “Does it freak you out?”
“What?” Alexander moved down a little to lick Christian’s nipple.
“This,” Christian said. “Sex with a guy.”
He felt Alexander’s muscles stiffen ever so slightly before relaxing again. “We’ve been doing this for a week. Do I look like I’m freaking out?”
Christian shrugged. “You’re weird sometimes. Sometimes you look at me like you’re thinking: ‘What the hell I’m doing?’”
Alexander swiped his tongue over the nipple. It tickled. His nipples weren’t particularly sensitive, but Alexander seemed to have a weird fixation on them. Not that it was unpleasant or anything, but he would have preferred Alexander to suck and lick something else.
But he never did. They might have had sex numerous times, yet Alexander never touched his cock. It wasn’t that Christian minded that Alexander didn’t want to blow him—he knew gay guys who didn’t like sucking dick, and Christian liked being fucked better anyway— but it did bother him a bit, for a different reason.
Christian said, “Do you imagine I’m a woman when you fuck me?”
Alexander’s eyes snapped up to him. “What?”
Christian raised his eyebrows with a smile. “Do you imagine I’m a woman?”
“It’s a bit hard not to notice you don’t have breasts and a pussy.”
Christian laughed. “That’s not what I meant. You never touch my dick. It’s like you’re scared of it. Or it grosses you out.”
Alexander shifted his gaze to the dick in question. Christian grimaced, feeling his cock start to harden under Alexander’s scrutiny. Seriously, what was it about this guy that turned him into a total nympho? Alexander didn’t even have to try, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m not scared of your dick,” Alexander said, still looking at it. Christian’s cock was fully hard now. Of course it was.
Alexander looked back at Christian’s face. His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up. “Why do I feel like we’re still playing gay chicken?”
Christian grinned, took Alexander’s hand and wrapped it around his erection. “Because we kind of are. You fuck me every day, but I’m pretty sure you don’t consider yourself gay or even bi.” When Alexander didn’t say anything, Christian chuckled. “I’m right, huh? You think you’re still straight; you just happen to like putting your dick in me. It doesn’t make you gay, right?”
As usual, Alexander’s face betrayed nothing, and Christian half-laughed and half-groaned in frustration. “You’re doing that again.”
“Doing what?”
“Putting on your poker face. I hate your poker face. You look at me and I have no idea what you’re thinking. Like, you could be thinking that I’m annoying or that I’m adorable.” Christian smiled. “What are you thinking about right now?”
Alexander looked at his smiling lips. His tone was completely casual as he said, “That I want to feed you my cock.”
Christian’s mouth went dry. He laughed. “You do realize you sound like a total creep, right? It’s creepy when you say stuff like that with a blank face.” His cock was totally on board with that plan, though, and Alexander knew it, since his hand was still wrapped around it.
Alexander didn’t say anything; he just scrambled up over Christian’s body and then fed him his cock, as promised. Christian moaned around the thick flesh in his mouth and glanced at the door. He wasn’t sure whether they should be doing this without Mila—whether it was okay to have sex again without inviting her—but with Alexander’s cock in his mouth he couldn’t think properly. Fuck that. When Mila had left the room to study, Alexander was still fucking him; she probably wouldn’t care if they had another round of sex without her.
Relaxing his jaw, Christian looked up and watched him as Alexander fucked his mouth. He loved watching this, loved watching Alexander’s calm mask slip and fall away. It went straight to his dick—that he was the one who made this man lose his self-control.
Tightening his lips around the cock, Christian moved his hand to his own cock and started jerking off, letting Alexander fuck his mouth and do whatever he wanted.
He could feel the other man was close already, but Alexander suddenly stopped and pulled out.
“What?” Christian croaked out, licking his lips. They felt swollen.
Alexander stared down at him with a strange sort of hunger. “Let me come on you.”
Blinking, Christian felt his cheeks heat up. He normally always said no when guys asked that—being covered in someone’s jizz wasn’t his idea of fun—but fuck, the way Alexander was looking at him…
“Okay,” he whispered, squeezing his own cock.
Alexander’s nostrils flared. Kneeling over Christian’s face, he started pulling on his cock, watching Christian intently. And god, did it make him hot. Christian was panting, his hand flying over his own cock as he watched fixedly Alexander’s thick red erection, waiting and wanting. His lips parted, his tongue swiping over his freshly chapped lips, desperate for a taste. He wanted it. Wanted Alexander’s come, wanted to stink of him—