especially without any radiators on the walls. Alex had set a chair in one corner of the room, under the window and between the small wardrobe and chest of drawers. The chair was upholstered in a warm tartan tweed fabric, cream and green and purple checks, the fabric slightly rough and prickly when he ran his palm over it.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to take any more of his clothes off and went to the bed and sprawled over the covers on his back. When Alex reappeared in the doorway, he was disheveled, the button fly of his jeans undone. George felt the smile tug at his mouth, and he licked his bottom lip.
Alex was as gorgeous as he remembered. Pale, freckled skin, a toned, lithe body. He didn’t have defined muscles, except in his arms, but he looked soft and sweet.
George reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans, making Alex laugh.
“You look comfortable,” he said, shutting the door behind himself and padding over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and looked down at George.
“I am. Wanna join me?”
Alex’s expression was liquid, warm, and he leaned down and kissed his agreement. George wrapped his hand around the back of Alex’s neck and held him close as their mouths moved together, gentle at first, dry lips brushing together, back and forth, then catching and slowly taking it deeper.
Alex shucked off his jeans and swung his legs around so he could stretch out full-length on the bed. His hand stole under the hem of George’s shirt and pressed against his waist, causing a shiver to dance over George’s skin.
Kissing slow and easy like this was hot, George decided, as he caught a few strands of Alex’s silky blond hair between his knuckles and tugged.
“Okay, okay,” Alex said with a laugh, rubbing both palms over George’s chest. “Give me a sec.”
“Sure,” George said. He ran his hand over his face, knowing his cheeks were heated and probably red. That happened.
Alex slid off the bed and went to the dresser, pulling his phone from the pile of jeans on the floor and sticking it in a dock.
“Do you mind if I put some music on?”
“Uh, no. Do you mind if I ask why you want to?”
Alex huffed a laugh but didn’t look over. “Because I like it?”
“You like listening to music while you get fucked?” George teased.
“Seriously? Keep being cocky, because it turns me on.”
George laughed then and slumped onto his back, stretching his arms over his head so his shirt rode up, exposing his belly. He didn’t recognize the music when it started, something vaguely folky that he would never choose to listen to but didn’t have any strong objections to.
Alex smiled, then reached behind himself to pull his T-shirt up and off.
George made a sound low in the back of his throat.
“What?” Alex paused with his shirt halfway off, the collar caught on the edge of his jaw.
George couldn’t help it—he laughed. “Nothing. Sorry.”
Alex’s shirt landed on the floor with a soft thud. “That wasn’t nothing.”
He walked over to the bed wearing only his boxers now, the thin trail of silky blond hair revealed.
“Tell me,” Alex said.
George watched, his throat dry as Alex crawled over him, kissing George’s belly, then up his chest, pushing his T-shirt out of the way as he went.
“I might have… a thing.”
“A thing?”
“Yeah.”
“What sort of thing? A kink?”
“Maybe,” George said, his voice catching when Alex circled George’s nipple with his tongue.
“Then I really want to know.”
“I like… watching… people taking their shirts off,” he finished in a rush. He could feel his cheeks heating, his toes curling with embarrassment.
“You have a kink,” Alex crowed softly.
“It’s not as much as a kink…,” George said. He huffed as Alex rubbed his palms over his chest, the ridges and valleys of his hand catching on the skin he’d just got wet.
“No? Tell me.”
He felt his cheeks heat further. George decided the best way
He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to take any more of his clothes off and went to the bed and sprawled over the covers on his back. When Alex reappeared in the doorway, he was disheveled, the button fly of his jeans undone. George felt the smile tug at his mouth, and he licked his bottom lip.
Alex was as gorgeous as he remembered. Pale, freckled skin, a toned, lithe body. He didn’t have defined muscles, except in his arms, but he looked soft and sweet.
George reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans, making Alex laugh.
“You look comfortable,” he said, shutting the door behind himself and padding over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and looked down at George.
“I am. Wanna join me?”
Alex’s expression was liquid, warm, and he leaned down and kissed his agreement. George wrapped his hand around the back of Alex’s neck and held him close as their mouths moved together, gentle at first, dry lips brushing together, back and forth, then catching and slowly taking it deeper.
Alex shucked off his jeans and swung his legs around so he could stretch out full-length on the bed. His hand stole under the hem of George’s shirt and pressed against his waist, causing a shiver to dance over George’s skin.
Kissing slow and easy like this was hot, George decided, as he caught a few strands of Alex’s silky blond hair between his knuckles and tugged.
“Okay, okay,” Alex said with a laugh, rubbing both palms over George’s chest. “Give me a sec.”
“Sure,” George said. He ran his hand over his face, knowing his cheeks were heated and probably red. That happened.
Alex slid off the bed and went to the dresser, pulling his phone from the pile of jeans on the floor and sticking it in a dock.
“Do you mind if I put some music on?”
“Uh, no. Do you mind if I ask why you want to?”
Alex huffed a laugh but didn’t look over. “Because I like it?”
“You like listening to music while you get fucked?” George teased.
“Seriously? Keep being cocky, because it turns me on.”
George laughed then and slumped onto his back, stretching his arms over his head so his shirt rode up, exposing his belly. He didn’t recognize the music when it started, something vaguely folky that he would never choose to listen to but didn’t have any strong objections to.
Alex smiled, then reached behind himself to pull his T-shirt up and off.
George made a sound low in the back of his throat.
“What?” Alex paused with his shirt halfway off, the collar caught on the edge of his jaw.
George couldn’t help it—he laughed. “Nothing. Sorry.”
Alex’s shirt landed on the floor with a soft thud. “That wasn’t nothing.”
He walked over to the bed wearing only his boxers now, the thin trail of silky blond hair revealed.
“Tell me,” Alex said.
George watched, his throat dry as Alex crawled over him, kissing George’s belly, then up his chest, pushing his T-shirt out of the way as he went.
“I might have… a thing.”
“A thing?”
“Yeah.”
“What sort of thing? A kink?”
“Maybe,” George said, his voice catching when Alex circled George’s nipple with his tongue.
“Then I really want to know.”
“I like… watching… people taking their shirts off,” he finished in a rush. He could feel his cheeks heating, his toes curling with embarrassment.
“You have a kink,” Alex crowed softly.
“It’s not as much as a kink…,” George said. He huffed as Alex rubbed his palms over his chest, the ridges and valleys of his hand catching on the skin he’d just got wet.
“No? Tell me.”
He felt his cheeks heat further. George decided the best way
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