He looks so sad.
Alex sat on the floor looking at Montag's face. He was still unconscious, his breathing slow, his face relaxed. Alex had covered him with a blanket to let him rest. The past hour was an emotional rollercoaster and Montag was probably exhausted.
Alex had never seen him cry. Montag's life story was worse than he thought. Now he knew why he was so distant. Alex tried to imagine a life without loving parents and he couldn't relate. He was grateful after Montag trusted him enough to talk about his past but at the same time he didn't know how to react. He was never good at consoling and he felt fake trying to utter the common condolence words everyone used so easily.
Alex was at a loss on what to say. He wanted to run away and avoid facing the awkward moment. He grew up being called heartless by those who didn't understand the way he processed emotions. He felt, and he felt deeply his own feelings but he had a hard time with other people's feelings. He was sorry about Montag's experiences and he wished Montag didn't have to live that way but he couldn't lie and say that he knew how Montag felt because it just wasn't true.
"I'm so embarrassed right now"
Montag's voice was rough and deep, he was covering his eyes with his left forearm, his right hand clutching the blanket. Alex brushed his fingers gently and they intertwined hands. Montag smiled but didn't remove his arm from his face.
"Can you imagine if I got embarrassed whenever I cry in front of you?"
"You're right. Gimme a kiss"
Alex jumped at the opportunity and leaned against the couch to kiss him. The kiss was soft, their lips barely brushing. Montag pulled him closer by the neck and started nibbling on his lower lip. Alex sighed and relaxed his body against him.
"I wish I was better at comforting you"
"What are you talking about? You were great."
"Don't lie. I suck at words"
Montag sat up and dragged him by the arm to make him sit on his lap. Holding him by the cheeks he left a path of pecks and kisses on his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. Alex felt all fluffy inside, not for the first time he wondered how he was going to stop his heart from falling in love.
"I'm not lying, baby. I don't need manufactured words; your gentle touch and hugs were perfect. Had I known you were exactly what I needed I would've told you about this before"
"You are a sweet tongued devil"
"Because I want to capture an angel like you"
Alex could melt. The feeling of fullness and completion he had was incomparable. Montag was the spark that he always felt was missing from his life. He was realistic enough to know that he was going to get hurt but he was determined to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
"You say the corniest things"
"Get used to it"
They got off the couch and Montag stretched his whole body. Alex was mesmerized by his movements. He wasn't overly muscular, but his muscles were well defined, his chest and flat nipples made Alex's mouth water with the desire of biting on them.
"Why were you single? You're really hot and easygoing"
"I could ask the same of you"
"That's an easy answer. I never cared about romantic relationships before"
"That means I'm lucky"
"Don't say stuff like that"
"Why not? It's the truth. You chose me"
Alex threw the blanket at him and Montag laughed while dodging it. He approached him and hugged him, squeezing his buttocks. Alex gasped and jumped from the contact. The sensations he felt earlier in bed were returning and with them the embarrassment.
"I better get going, Andrea might get curious about my whereabouts"
"I thought you were going to sleep here. I planned on cooking for you and watch a movie together" he licked his neck talking against his skin "I wanted to cuddle you and maybe give you a massage until you fell asleep in my arms"
"I don't think I'd be able to sleep with you touching me, honestly. You fire me up"
"We can't do anything strenuous, I have work tomorrow and you have to finish your essays"
"That's why I don't think it is smart for me to stay here. I want you too much"
"Straight-forward, are we?"
"Why would I hide something so obvious? You can probably feel my boner right now"
"One of these days you're gonna kill me with one of your comments" Montag gave him a peck on the lips and squeezed his butt one last time "You're free, then. Please text me when you get home"
He released him from the hug and Alex put on his shoes and picked his backpack up. After a last kiss he left the apartment.
The streets were still full of people and Alex took his earphones to listen to a podcast and drown the noise of the bustling city. He needed to get home without Andrea noticing he wasn't wearing his own clothes. He wanted so badly to turn around and stay with Montag, but between his sister being overprotective and his own body acting weird the best decision was to go home.
He arrived at his apartment and the lights were off. Thankfully Andrea wasn´t home. Nandor greeted him with a purr and rubbed himself against his legs. Alex picked him up and scratched his ears. After serving him food and cleaning the litter box he decided to take a shower. He didn't want to stop wearing Montag's clothes but sooner or later he was going to have to take a shower.
After changing into his pajamas, he lay in bed thinking about everything that happened. The day felt simultaneously long and short, a lot of things packed in just a few hours and he felt exhausted. Montag's past was no longer a mystery, his aloofness had a reasonable explanation. Alex frowned and rubbed his chest. Every time Montag questioned his worthiness while crying, Alex felt something tugging at his heart. He didn't want Montag to feel unloved. He was determined to give him every ounce of affection he deserved.
The next morning Alex woke up to his phone buzzing. He blinked and shook his head to vanish the fog clouding his eyes and brain. He looked at his phone screen and found a text from Montag. He'd forgotten to let him know of his safe arrival. He smiled while looking at the angry face emoji and made the decision of calling him. He wanted to hear his voice.
"I figured you were okay because Andrea didn't call possessed to find you" Montag's voice was deep and slightly rough
"Are you in bed?"
"Look at you, all horny"
"Stop saying stuff like that, I just asked because your voice sounds sleepy"
"How did you sleep? Did you miss me?"
Alex could hear the smile in Montag's voice. He bit his lip and wondered if an honest answer was too much too fast, but Montag wouldn't ask something like that without expecting an honest answer, would he? This relationship stuff was hard.
"Ah…"
"Because I missed you. I wanted to have you here and kiss you and fondle you and take advantage of you"
Alex's face felt hot and his body felt all tingly. He was restless and he knew the solution was in the hands of the sexy man on the other side of his phone line. He wanted to run to wherever he was and kiss him all over, drink from his lips and get drunk on his taste.
"I missed you, I wanted to be with you and let you take advantage of me"
"Is that so? What would you let me do to you?"
His clothes felt like a prison. Alex put his phone on speaker and took off his pajama shirt. He felt hot inside and out, Montag's deep voice was electrifying, the sensation running through his body reaching every place that begged for his touch.
"I'd let you take my clothes off"
"Are your clothes off now?"
How did he know?
"I took off my shirt because I felt weird"
"Weird how?"
"Like hot and cold and wherever it touched me it made me jump"
"Are your nipples hard?" his voice was like a whisper and Alex felt his dick getting hard instantly.
"Yes"
He felt breathless, like he just ran a marathon. He heard rustling on the other side and Montag's voice became clearer. Alex could hear every shivering breath and every whisper.
"Touch them for me"
Alex obeyed and brushed his nails on his nipples. The contact felt different to when Montag did it, but it wasn't completely unpleasant. Just not as fulfilling.
"It feels nice" he moaned softly and Montag's breathing got faster
"Pinch them"
Following the order, Alex left his phone on his pillow and pinched both of his nipples at the same time. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent a shockwave through his body and his dick jumped leaking precum. He whimpered loudly and arched his back.
"What the fuck?"
Andrea's shocked voice broke his erotic fantasy and Alex sat immediately on his bed grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch and turning off his speaker before Montag's voice could be heard.
"I'll call you later" he hung up and faced his sister "how many times do I have to fucking tell you to knock?!"
"I-I-I'm sorry, I thought you were crying, Jesus Christ" her face was red and she couldn't look him in the eye "Rest assure, I'll never do this again"
She left and closed the door behind her. Alex wanted to laugh and cry in embarrassment. He covered his face with a pillow and his body with a blanket. Maybe if he hibernated, they'll all forget this ever happened.