Anticipation [open]

Alex leant forward, his arms supporting him on either side of Nick's thin body. He grinned at the boy beneath him, "I've had practice," he replied pulling away from Nick a little, if only to trace his tongue down the centre of the boy's body. Lower and lower until he got to Nick's waistband. Looking up he innocently smiled at Nick, biting his lower lip and twisting some of his hair around his finger. "Now what?" he asked, continually chewing on his lip.

"Now we get you another drink," Nick said, slipping out from between Alex's legs and wandering into the lounge, grabbing a huge bottle of vodka - Russian standard - and two shot glasses from his drinks cabinet, then returned to the bedroom. He placed the glasses neatly on the wooden table and filled them to the exact top with the crystal clear liquid. "Come now, drink up," he murmured, holding out a shot glass to Alex perfectly between finger and thumb without spilling a drop.

Alex smirked at him, taking the glass he downed the vodka easily placing the glass back on the table. Biting his lip he waited for Nick to drink his. But one was not enough. Laying on his back he rested his head on his hand, his legs a little bit apart. He closed his eyes, only for a moment, just to collect himself a bit. He was in an extraordinarily good-looking guys apartment, drinking vodka in just his boxers. This was the life.

Nick downed his and immediately poured another each. "Sit up, have another," he ordered in his most seductive, silky voice, drinking his second before he'd even handed Alex his and starting on his third. He wouldn't get drunk, but Alex might. And that would be fun. Very, very fun.

After more glasses Alex had to stop, his eyes were going slightly blurry. He blinked a few times and shook his head. But the blurriness didn't go away. He bit his lip, well this was a new experience. But he was only with Nick. He sat up and crossed his legs. Making himself look as cute as possible. He ran a finger over his bottom lip slowly slipping it into his mouth, sucking on it as 'innocently' as he could.

Nick laughed indulgently, lying down on the bed next to Alex with a wonderfully warm feeling in his whole body. He could tell by his behaviour that Alex was quite a bit further down the drunk line than he was, and it was an attractive quality. Then again, Nick was the kind of person who liked the feeling of taking advantage of someone else - hence why he liked Alex acting cute and innocent, like he was now. "Come here, my little manwh*re. Come and lie next to me," he half murmured, half growled, patting the bed next to him.

Alex smiled and crawled over to Nick, laying down on his stomach, turning his head to face the other boy. "You called?" he asked cheekily chewing on his bottom lip. He like this...this...whatever it was. He liked being this close to anyone, but especially Nick. Especially the way he was acting now. As long as he didn't tease he would be fine.

He nodded, smiling, and stroked Alex's hair, letting his hand run down his neck and back. Suddenly he sat up and sat on Alex, his knees either side of his hips, half massaging his back. He leaned down very close to Alex's ear, whispering, "You're ever so lovely at the moment, aren't you? My adorable little manwh*re..." This was how he worked best; the target in a tipsy stupor, him at his most confident, seductive silky words in the ear...

Alex closed his eyes as he felt Nick's fingers run over his back. It felt amazing. "Am I not always lovely?" he asked, his speech slightly slurred. He shouldn't feel like this about Nick. They weren't even proper friends. They were just...just f*ck buddies. He moaned quietly, he loved it when people touched his back. It made him shiver - but in a good way. And, sure enough, he shivered slightly as the feeling ran over his body.

"Of course you are, but even more so now. So cute, so...naïve..." he replied in the same voice, kissing Alex's neck and down, down, down, across his shoulder blade. This was so perfect. He continued to kiss down Alex's back, following his spine all the way to the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down a fraction of an inch and kept kissing, then went quickly back to his neck, half biting again.

Alex bit down on his lip and buried his head into the bed sheets to suppress a moan. He arched his back a little as Nick finished kissing it. Missing the contact already. He was at Nick's mercy for the rest of the night. Oh the fun they were going to have. Alex rolled over onto his back and pulled Nick on top of him. "Have I ever told you how good-looking you are?" he asked smiling and pushing their lips together.

"No," he said, kissing back furiously. "Why don't you tell me now?" He rolled over and pulled Alex on top of him, running his hands over every inch of chest as he forced his tongue into the boy's mouth. It was this point he always craved - the moment when it didn't matter who he was with, he wanted them and only them, no matter what. And he wanted them now. He wanted Alex now, very much so.

Alex moaned into Nick's mouth grinning slightly. He ran his hands down Nick's body and slipped his fingertips into his boxers. "You're very good-looking, very, very..." he said tracing kisses down Nick's neck. Alex sat with a leg either side of Nick's frame, slightly below the ends of his boxers. He was light, so it wouldn't hurt for him to sit there. He sat back and chewed on his finger, smiling, as if he was five years old again.

He grabbed Alex's wrists and pushed him onto his back, holding his hands above his head. "Say it like you mean it," he said, his voice oddly calm compared to the way he was holding Alex. After staring deep into his eyes for a few moments he let go and stood up, going to the table to pour some more shots. "Come on," he said, offering one. "You're not drunk enough yet."

Taking another few drinks, Alex lay back on the bed his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. He had never had this much to drink in his life. Opening his eyes he sat up and smiled at Nick, "Very very good-looking?" he asked, almost as if he was questioning how many very's he needed. "and I do mean it," he said pouting cheekily and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" He laughed and downed another shot, feeling pleasantly fuzzy and warm. He hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Alex had. He went and sat down next to Alex, kissing him and slipping his hand inside his boxers all in one movement, or so it seemed. He kissed his neck, sucking at the soft, firm skin there, and kept touching him below the belt, so to speak.

Alex bit his lip, hard. A small moan escaped his lips as he shifted slightly. "Stop being so good at this," Alex chuckled lightly, falling backwards and pulling Nick on top of him. He bit Nick's neck gently, licking the skin after. Wrapping his arms around the boy's neck, Alex arched his back up to meet Nick's hands better.

"Stop being such an adorably innocent little manwh*re," Nick replied in the same voice, mocking him. "But you're not going to stop, so neither will I." He positioned himself better over Alex and took the boy's hand, putting it into his own boxers. "There, that's better," he murmured, not caring if Alex was too drunk to make any particular movements with his hand. He'd treat him as though they were in equal control of the situation for now.

Alex smirked and slid his hand a little out of Nick's boxers before replacing it. "Much," Alex whispered as he, yet again, retracted his hand before moving it back. There was just one problem, there was still material in the way. He tried to say something, but couldn't think of the right words to say. He tried to say it a different way, but his brain had failed him again. Rolling his eyes he sighed exasperatedly. Hoping Nick would get the idea.

He gave a half laugh at Alex's horrifically unsubtle attempts to hint at removing his boxers. "Patience is a virtue," he said in a sing-song voice, as if scolding a naughty child, but at the same time whipped Alex's boxers off to give himself a better 'grip' on the situation. "You've got to learn your lesson, haven't you?" he teased, kissing down Alex's chest, down, down, down to his hipbone and further...

"S-since when have y-you cared about P-p-patience?" Alex asked between gasps. He closed his eyes, Nick was sending electric impulses through his body and it felt amazing. He bit down hard on his lip, causing his skin to tear a little. Soon, this would be too much and Alex would regret ever getting what he wanted. Pushing Nick onto his back he straddled the boy's hips. Licking his lips he gave one last smile to the other boy and began making his own trail of kisses and bites until he got exactly what he wanted...

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[About time too!]

Morning broke over the town, and the light came flooding in through the huge window in Nick's lounge. Somehow - he couldn't remember moving - they'd ended up sprawled on a chaise longue, the bottle of vodka empty and lying on its side on the carpet next to them. Smiling at vague memories of the previous night, veiled and blurred by his tipsiness, which had yet to wear off and become a slight headache, Nick stood up, untangling himself from Alex's limbs. He felt wonderfully alive, walking around his apartment totally naked, showing his body to anyone who cared to look up through the giant window. He crossed to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of pink champagne for breakfast, smirking at the sleeping boy on the other side of the room, who looked so sweet and innocent and peaceful now, but hadn't been any of those things last night. He'd been f*cking fantastic.

[You loved it]

Alex felt the warmth of his body leave him as Nick got up. Turning his head he smiled at the boy, "Good morning to you too," he smirked sitting up and rubbing his head. He couldn't remember much of last night, but whatever happened it had been good. Very good. Standing he slowly reached for his underwear. He didn't have nearly as much confidence about his body than Nick. Pulling on his boxers and his shirt he wrapped his arms around Nick and smiled. Placing a kiss on his nose Alex reached for his glass and took a sip. "I take it you enjoyed my company then."

"Yes, so much so that I think I shall lock the door and never let you leave," he said, laughing as Alex kissed his nose. "Well, perhaps only to pick up a decent girl for us both to enjoy as a special treat." He smirked at the mental image that gave him, his body reacting in a somewhat too obvious way for his liking to the thought of some naive little blonde being ambushed by Nick and Alex's charm combined.

Alex raised his eyebrow slightly, "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I don't go for girls...like that," he added. Sure he liked them as friends, but nothing more. Anything else and they were just annoying, clingy and generally a pain in the a**. Which was a little ironic. Alex grinned at Nick's reaction to his own little fetish. "You'll have to find someone else to join you for that," he said sitting up at Nick's kitchen table, after stealing his drink.