The Morning After by Robin White (the reading list .TXT) 📖

the mirror. Alexander was standing close to him, eyes half-lidded, arms around his waist, a strange dreamy expression on his face. Victor, however, looked as if he had spent the whole night crying. Feeling awkward, he averted his eyes and leaned back against the strong body behind him. What before just had been a bit embarrassing, maybe a slightly unpleasant accident, almost had become a nasty misstep. What had he even been thinking, if he had been thinking at all at that moment?

Victor almost wanted to turn around and ask Alexander to leave, as he felt this slight stinging sensation in his chest. So he had slept with a stranger. After what he had gone through with his ex, he had deserved it. Even if it sounded unfair toward Alexander, it was the truth, or at least true enough for him.

While he still was fighting with his conscience, the blonde again was teasing him with small touches. A light brushing here, a small nibbling there... It was close to impossible to think in Alexander's presence, to grasp anything close to a thought. Victor almost whimpered as he tried to get a bit more freedom. It was close to impossible, mostly because he didn't really want to get away from the other. The way their bodies melted against each other felt so perfect, making him wish this moment would never end. But he was growing hungry, as his last meal had been quite early the day before.

Only with quite some willpower, Victor at least inwardly managed to pull himself together. They couldn't spend the whole day like that, as appealing as it sounded. He looked up at Alexander, who was fully awake again and returned the gaze questioningly. "We should at least have breakfast..." Victor lowly stated, feeling how the heat crept back into his face again. With a smile on his face, Alexander nodded, pecking the red-head's cheek lightly. "Breakfast sounds pretty good now."

After having gathered their clothes again, which had turned out to be surprisingly tricky, they were sitting at the kitchen table some minutes later. Alexander had downed two cups of coffee already, sipping on his third, while Victor preferred to take some water. Somehow, coffee didn't match with him after a drunk night. Whatever the reason was, coffee made him all hyper when he had a hangover. Just then, the most embarrassing things happened to him. Something he could gladly go without.

Hesitantly, he watched Alexander, how the blonde was lounging comfortably in the chair. His shirt still was missing, but at least, they had found his worn-out jeans. Even now, the blonde had something about him making Victor's mind go crazy. However he had managed to drag Alexander with him, he was grateful it had happened. The sting of conscience from earlier had gone, and honestly, why thinking about his ex any longer?

For the next minutes, there was silence, occasionally disturbed by the chiming of Alexander's spoon against the coffee mug. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but actually a pleasant one. Victor asked himself if he should start a conversation, but he couldn't decide how he would have started it. He couldn't remember what and how much he had told Alexander, and honestly didn't want to bother him with the same again.

Though, when looking at the blonde... The red-head didn't know why, but Alexander seemed like he wasn't bothered too fast by anything. Thinking about the casual reaction when realizing Victor didn't remember anything from the night before, Alexander apparently already was used to quite something. However that could be explained.

With an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, Victor leaned back further in his chair, to escape the subtle fragrance of aftershave. It wasn't unpleasant in any respect, but it distracted him too much right now. What if Alexander merely had made good use of his bad state and let himself drag into bed? After all, good-looking didn't mean a good character.

Alexander didn't notice the critical look casted at him. The blonde was occupied fully with his coffee, inhaling the scent deeply, as if he tried to inhale the black elixir's soul. Only as Victor almost dropped with his chair from tilting back too far, Alexander's attention was back on the red-head. "Careful, honey. You seem to be a bit unbalanced today. Or did something scare you?"

Victor narrowed his eyes slightly, and the blonde started laughing. It had been a bad flirting attempt, but the hearty laughter of the blonde made Victor snicker quite some. Whatever the reason had been Alexander had come with him in the first place, he was a nice guy. Maybe their first meeting hadn't been ideal, but they could work on it. Though, Victor wasn't sure if there was anything to work on. After all, he still didn't know if Alexander would leave again right away, maybe without them meeting again.

"Is there something bothering you?" Victor blinked up and over to Alexander, who was giving him this attentive look again. "No, there's nothing special." Victor muttered lowly, still with flushed cheeks, which only became worse as Alexander bowed closer and smiled at him. "I don't believe that. You looked like you were worried about something, or someone." Okay, so that had been a really bad attempt to evade the question, Victor knew that. Which seemed to mean, however, and that made the red-head shudder inwardly, that he would have to get serious now.

"It's just... you know..." Victor began hesitantly, still not sure if he should even start on that. It somehow ruined this whole aftermath mood. "I was this drunk yesterday, I can't even remember how I managed to wind up in bed with you, and quite long, as it seemed. Not to mention I'm not even sure if this here will be a unique thing, or if it will become something more serious. After all..." Again, Victor hesitated for quite some time, looking up into Alexander's eyes, swallowing thickly. Should he really have said that, and should he mention his fear? The fear of being took advantage of?

Alexander cocked his head to one side, looking lost in thoughts. "You mean to say that you are afraid, right? That you fear I just made use of your insecure state. That I sort of hauled you off." At this quite good description of his worries, Victor blushed, nodding slowly and looking down on the table top again. It was unbelievable how easily the other understood him, which was relieving on the one hand, but also quite tough on the other hand. Like this, he didn't have to say it himself, but at the same time, it gave him the feeling Alexander knew him much too well for a single night.

"Victor?" Once more, the red-head flinched at the sound of Alexander's voice, still having been all wrapped up in his worries and thoughts. "I... believe I need to tell you something." Now, Victor listened attentively, as the blonde suddenly had become unsure, almost shy in a way. "I have known you for some time already, though not really well. I mean, I watched you and your boyfriend." Something which seemed to be quite embarrassing for the blonde, and it made almost made Victor laugh.

"You mean you..." Alexander blushed heavily, while Victor really had to hold back to not burst in laughter. He might look sweet when blushing, but Alexander looked quite cute and helpless, too. The blonde's defenseless gaze became even more funny as Victor knew how self-confident the other male usually behaved. All of this made him burst, and only after quite some time, he could reign himself back into control, his stomach already hurting and his eyes teared up. "Sorry, but you just looked this lost... as if I had caught you playing a trick."

As Victor had calmed down again, a strange thought occurred to him. When seeing Alexander this helpless, then he at least could do something to cheer the blonde up again. Which would help coaxing the more self-assured side back out. As if nothing was happening at all, Victor pressed Alexander against the back rest of the chair as he slipped into the blonde's lap. It made the other male blush once more, but Victor didn't pay attention at that now.

"Well, so let's assume I wouldn't have had a boyfriend and had noticed you as you observed me, and you would have tried to get me to sleep with you, if necessary with a bit more force than last night... how would you have done that?" Alexander at first was puzzled and taken by surprise, but slowly, the other's self-confidence came back, as Victor observed with a smirk. It only took some more moments before Alexander's hands laid on the red-head's backside, with this nice strong grip and a more than obvious intention behind it.

The blonde fell silent as he thought about it. "At first, I would have talked to you, teased you a bit. Maybe my body already would have reacted to you, who knows?" Victor laughed lightly, shaking his head about Alexander's words. "Go on, more details. I want to know what I missed there." They looked at each other, lurking, almost challenging. So well, then Alexander had to become much more precise. Which appealed to him, honestly.

"If you would have evaded all of my tries to approach you, to flirt with you, then I quite possibly would have waited for the perfect opportunity. You must know, if I absolutely want to have something, such a gorgeous thing as you..." Alexander grinned, making Victor shudder. "I would have waited until you would have been all alone in a side alley, wasted from the long night in the bar, all helpless and staggering." The blonde stroke along Victor's thighs, to emphasize his words and to show who currently was in control.

The red-head cheekily grinned down at the other male, scooting around in the blonde's lap. "What would you do to me, then? When you got me cornered." A soft shuddering tingled along his spine as Alexander brushed further up. "Then I would stroke you with pleasure, just to show you that I possess you from now on." Somehow, the raspy voice had took on something almost sinisterly alluring, and Victor noticed he was reacting to it inevitably.

"As soon as you surrender to me, I blindfold you, making you believe I would defile you right away. But no, no, that's not my style, I merely toy with you a bit." Victor didn't even bother to point out Alexander was talking like it happened right at this moment, instead of just pretending it could have happened like that. The way the blonde looked at him, with this primal hunger gleaming in those green eyes, made him feel hot on the inside. Victor was unable to sit still, sliding around in the other's lap unintentionally.

The slightly taller male leaned forward, his lips brushing along Victor's neck. "Being so drunk, you are still all heavy, unable to move on your own. And of course, I'll abuse that to manipulate you at my will." Victor flinched as Alexander's fingers slowly crawled higher, as if he wanted to push up the non-existent shirt. "You will come with me, more or less voluntarily, and still blindfolded. At some point, you'll no longer know where you are. You're all lost, but you can't help it. You enjoy it far too much."

It became more and more difficult to keep himself under control with Alexander's low voice close to his ear. Victor was shuddering, just from imagining how they would have met, if Alexander's words had become truth. Having hated his brute of a boyfriend didn't mean that he was completely opposed to some strategically used force. Alexander had this manner... it was