Alex blinked and broke eye contact with Montag. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to disappear, to make himself invisible. Days before, when Andrea finally caught on to his sadness, she decided to turn into the most annoying person in the world trying to figure out what was wrong with him. She thought it was something related to his university application and she even proposed to take him on a trip. She was smothering him with her love.
"I want to go home"
"No, don't even think about it, you've been behaving so weird I don't want to leave you alone"
"I'm not gonna kill myself, don't be dramatic. I'm just a tiny bit sad because of something but it isn't a big deal."
"If you don't tell me what it is I can't trust you, sorry"
"Something the matter?" Julian chimed in their conversation
"Your girlfriend is controlling my life"
"Fiancé" they said in unison and Alex wanted to barf
"Whatever, she's not letting me leave"
"And I support her" Julian didn't even think about the answer "You need to distract yourself"
"Not every distraction has to be in public"
"Montag!" Julian's shout caught him off-guard and he freaked when Montag approached them "Could you do me a favor?"
"What do you want now?" His voice was still as rich and deep as Alex remembered. He melted like hot butter.
"Since you arrived early and your stuff is already set up, I need you to keep Alex company"
"Are you punishing me for arriving early?" His voice didn't waver when saying that and Alex felt like dying
"I don't mean to impose, really, I can take care of myself" He interrupted their combo before more hurtful words could be buried in his chest.
"You heard the boy, now leave me be" Montag turned to leave but was stopped by Julian's grip on his wrist
"For god's sake, what is wrong with you both? Alex is moping around like a jilted bride and you look like you had a scorpion for breakfast"
Alex thought about opposing but then realized the longer they kept their behavior the more obvious it'd be for the others that something had happened between them. He sighed, bit the inside of his cheek and gathered all the courage he had in his body.
"Ok, ok, I'll sit with Montag, now let us be"
He grabbed Montag's jacket without actually touching him and dragged him back to where his mic and keyboard were standing. The citrusy scent of his shampoo was once again mixed with the smell of cigarettes and he hated himself for feeling relaxed after sensing it.
"Alex, look, I don't- "
"I don't want to be with you either, but they're going to notice something's happened between us. My sister is too perceptive for her own good" He released Montag's jacket and sat on the carpeted floor "I'll stay here until everyone is ready to play and then I'll go to the bathroom, you don't even have to acknowledge my presence"
"Ok. Then stay there and don't distract me"
Montag resumed his warm up and Alex tried not to pay attention to the humming of his voice during his vocal exercises. Out of nowhere he started singing softly, his deep voice soothing his upset nerves and the cadence of his words filling him with a fuzzy water-like sensation. He was singing something about hazel eyes and spring meadows.
"I don't think I can take this anymore," Alex whispered.
He overestimated his resilience; he wasn't made for this masochistic situation. Montag felt repulsed by him, being with him was a chore and Alex didn't feel like taking all those punches. He got up and walked fast pretending to be eager to use the bathroom.
Once he reached the tiny room, he locked himself up and took several deep breaths. He needed to collect himself and his feelings. Something deep in his mind told him this was a disproportionate reaction for a relationship that consisted of a kiss and an almost date. His exaggerated response was probably the result of this being his first crush with all these unknown sensations, but nevertheless he was an adult and he should behave like one. A knock on the door interrupted his mental tirade.
"Alex, we need to talk" Montag said low and slow
"No, you need to leave me alone"
"Open up, I don't have all day"
"For the love of god!" Alex yanked the door open and stood in front of him "what the hell do you want? I'm leaving you alone, grant me the courtesy of doing the same"
He was breathing fast and his jaw was tingling, he could feel the pool of hot tears forming in his eyes and he wanted to bawl his eyes out to release every pent-up emotion he was feeling. He wished to be like his dad, wished to be like this creature who was watching him with an indecipherable expression. Montag burst into the room and locked the door behind him.
The bathroom was too small for the both of them. Alex's vision turned dark and he lost his balance. He noticed Montag's hands pushing him down on his shoulders forcing him to sit on the toilet, and then he felt those hands grabbing his head, brushing his ears with his fingertips.
"I need you to look at me, Alex, focus on me" His voice was calmed, anchoring him to reality.
He blinked several times until he could see Montag's green eyes, something like relief reflecting in their depths; his breathing grew slower and he licked his lips slowly. He was kneeling in front of him and Alex wanted to kiss him so badly. He scolded himself for his inappropriate thoughts and took a deep breath.
"I'm okay now" His voice came out in a breathless whisper
Montag brushed his cheekbones with his thumbs, taking with them the evidence of his tears. Alex could see the shadow of a smile on his lips. He bumped his forehead with his own and touched their noses together.
"What am I going to do with you?" his voice was deeper and rougher
Alex was taken aback when Montag's lips covered his own and he could only react by hugging his neck and pulling him closer. This was a violent kiss, full of hunger and regret; their tongues intertwined and their teeth collapsed together. Alex moaned when Montag nibbled on his lower lip and he buried his nails on the back of his neck making him groan.
He felt dizzy when Montag lifted him up by his thighs and turned so he could sit on the toilet and Alex could straddle him. He buried his face on his neck and inhaled his smokey scent. He felt his hands grabbing his buttocks and pressing down until he could feel the hard on making a tent in his pants. He was so hot he took off his shirt and tossed it on the sink.
Montag chuckled and pressed on his lower back to get him closer. Alex felt the humid heat of his mouth engulfing his left nipple and something like a lightning bolt traveled from his balls to the tip of his dick when he sucked it. He was lost in the sensations, he never felt anything like it before. He could get addicted to the feeling.
"You're so sexy" Montag's voice was like a caress "I want to lick you all over and leave the marks of my teeth on every inch of your skin"
Alex laughed out of breath and buried his hands in Montag's hair undoing his ponytail "what's stopping you?"
"You're right" he smirked
A sharp sensation on his left shoulder made Alex cry out in pleasure. The sound brought them back to reality. They were at the studio. His sister was feet away. Montag stiffened for a second, closed his eyes and threw his head back. Then, he helped him get down and handed him his shirt from the sink. They were both flustered and still very much turned on.
"I'll go first, you take care of that" Alex gestured to his dick and Montag blushed.