The doorbell rang and Montag smiled while getting out of the shower. No one could accuse Alex of not being punctual. The little guy proved to everyone that you could even be early despite the city's horrible traffic. Montag wrapped a towel around his waist and went to open the door.
"You're early"
"Yeah, I thought-" Alex stopped talking and opened his mouth, surprised when he noticed Montag's nakedness
"You thought?" He smirked
"I thought the bus might run late so I caught one earlier" He cleared his throat and walked by Montag to enter "I should've let you know in advance. But I'm not complaining"
"You're just a horny little thing"
Alex blushed and Montag laughed out loud while grabbing him by the waist and pushing him gently against the door to kiss him. He was mesmerized by every little thing Alex did, his constant blushes, his unfiltered mouth, how easy he was to read, how everything pleased him, his devotion to his family and to his dreams. Part of his fascination was probably rooted in envy, Montag wasn't capable of feeling so deeply, of enjoying life so carelessly.
When he agreed to keep the relationship going, he was aware he could never reciprocate Alex's feelings so he promised himself to at least give him the best time of his life. He'll teach him how he deserved to be treated, he'll shower him with good experiences and good sex to help him build standards. Whatever he could do to feel less guilty once it all came to an end.
The kiss was slow and sensual and Montag could tell Alex needed more, he was rubbing himself against his body and pulling him closer by the shoulders. Montag picked him up and made him wrap his legs around him. The towel was bound to fall at any minute and Montag didn't want to trip on it so he carried Alex to the bed and began undressing him.
"What are you doing?" The breathlessness in his voice made him harder.
"Leveling the playfield. It's not fair I'm the only one naked"
"I didn't come here for this"
"Yeah, right. Tell that to our friend here"
Montag brushed Alex's hard dick with his hands through his pants making him gasp. Their tongues met once again and Montag sucked softly as he straddled his thighs and removed his shirt. Alex let him take his shirt off and took advantage of the position to fondle Montag's cock over the towel. Montag interrupted the smooching and traced a path of kisses from Alex's mouth to his neck.
"Don't leave a hickey, Andrea might notice"
"Wasn't going to, but now you've tempted me" he nibbled his shoulder and Alex shivered
"I'll let you bite me all over in winter when I can cover it"
Montag smiled against Alex's skin and wondered if he realized what he just said. Winter was several months away and apparently Alex saw them together so far ahead in the future. This should scare him and he should stop Alex from saying that, but he didn't want to kill the mood or make him sad. He'll deal with it when the time comes.
Alex's skin was tanned everywhere, not a hair on his chest, his light brown nipples hard as rocks. He whimpered when Montag sucked on them, his hands flying to hold his head. Montag took his time savoring his skin, nibbling softly on every inch of his chest. Alex was still caressing him over the towel and the contact was making him go insane. He needed more.
"You're so hot, I just want to eat you"
Alex's giggles were interrupted by Montag licking his way down his abdomen. He could see Alex's boner outlined on his pants. The tip of his dick leaving a wet spot on the fabric. Montag licked his lips and bit it softly. He unzipped him with his teeth and undid the button. Alex's cock sprung free and Montag took it in his mouth.
"Holy shit" Alex cried out and arched his back to deepen the contact
Montag sucked him as if his life depended on it. Alex kept on thrusting his hips on his face, moaning softly. Montag felt like dying, his dick throbbing and demanding attention. He undid the towel and started fapping, but the stimulation was too much to concentrate on Alex at the same time so he stopped. His own pleasure could wait.
Alex's thrusts got faster and his moans louder and Montag helped him by grabbing his butt and leading him through a satisfying rhythm. His jaw ached but he wasn't going to stop until he could feel Alex's cum flooding his mouth and his throat. A couple of seconds later Alex dug his nails on his shoulders and gave one last thrust. Montag swallowed and smiled.
"What a meal, baby"
Laugh burst from his chest when he saw Alex blushing all over. He probably wanted to cover his face but was too tired to do so. Montag straddled him again and buried his head on his neck taking a deep breath to feel his scent. Alex brushed his hair with his hands.
"Do you want me to do the same for you?"
The soft question had his dick jumping in excitement. Montag looked at Alex's face and he could see the uncertainty in his expression. He was worried about not being good and that warmed Montag's heart.
"You don't have to. You could give me a hand job instead"
"But I want to, I'm just so nervous"
Montag kissed him softly on the lips and hugged him tightly, nuzzling his cheek with his forehead. He could see Alex's chest rising and falling rapidly and he could feel his left hand fidgeting trapped between his bodies. The last thing he wanted was to worry him over something as trivial as a blow job.
"We could try again next time, relax" he whispered against Alex's neck
After several minutes of laying there listening to Alex's breathing, Montag felt his hand creeping slowly towards his crotch, his dick, the unwavering soldier, started twitching waiting for the contact. Alex's fingers brushed the head of Montag's cock and he hissed in response. The contact was clumsy and awkward.
"Could you move to my other side or sit atop of me? I'm not good at using my left hand"
Alex wasn't done talking and Montag had already moved atop him. He sat on his abdomen being careful not to squeeze his dick and balls. Alex licked his lips and Montag pictured that tongue wreaking havoc on his erection, his cum showering his open mouth and his face. He was going to come just by picturing the lewd images.
Pushing himself up to be seated Alex wrapped his right fingers on Montag's cock and his left palm cupped his balls. Montag gasped and threw his head back moaning. Alex was surprisingly skilled at masturbation, he knew how fast to move and how hard to squeeze, his hand covering the tip and going down again exposing the head fully to brush it softly with his thumb. Montag felt the pressure growing on his pelvis and when he couldn't take it anymore, he tried to release some of it by thrusting gently. Every time he felt his orgasm coming Alex slowed his movements and the tension disappeared just to grow once again. Montag was sweating and panting.
"Babe, babe, are you not going to let me cum?"
"I saw some videos and they said that the longer you wait the greater it feels"
"This is torture. Please, let me finish" He begged and leaned to kiss him
Alex received his open-mouthed kiss with eagerness and resumed working on his dick. While their tongues danced and their lips sucked, Montag felt the tension once again, this time Alex didn't stop and broke the kiss to put his lips around the head of Montag's dick which made him roll his eyes back. With a last thrust he released his load on Alex's mouth. Sparks of light floated on his vision and he felt all strength leaving his body, the force of the orgasm made him collapse on the bed. He was never going to forget the sight of Alex's full lips on his cock.
"Was it good?" The question surprised him and he looked at Alex with an are-you-kidding-me look "How am I supposed to know? I've never done this before"
"And I'm grateful for that. You almost killed me, I'm going to need to see those videos, fuck" He was exhausted and satisfied
Montag crawled on the bed until he was hugging Alex once again and rested his head on his shoulder. Their sexual compatibility was off the charts, he was going to enjoy teaching Alex everything. He couldn't let that potential go to waste. Alex kissed his forehead and smiled at him, his face flushed and his hair messy and Montag felt his heart skip a beat.