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When Alexander Lee walked into a room, there was a chill that followed him. Sometimes it was the cold chill of icicles forming, cold venom in frozen blue eyes, guarded by frost and the promise of a blizzard.
Other times, it was simply the coolness of stepping into an air conditioned house or opening a fridge on a cold day. Plunging into an icy pool and screeching as the water hit one, only for it to become refreshing only a moment later. Ice cold lemonade or popsicles at the park, sipping or licking every last drop to try and cool down as much as one could.
Ethan smiled as Alex moved over to kiss him on the cheek. His breath was cold, too, with his mouth tasting like mint when Ethan captured it with his own.
“You need to shave,” Alex said when they broke apart. Ethan hummed, moving his hand to trace up Alex’s throat to his ear. Alex flushed. “Well? Don’t have anything to say?”
“Hmm,” Ethan replied, finding the baby hairs on the nape of his neck and rolling them between his fingers.
“You know, for a man who’s supposed to be so smart, you don’t seem to have anything to say right now.”
“Do I need to say anything?” asked Ethan, glancing back at Alex’s eyes. Unlike the tone that Alex was using, they looked endeared, content.
“Well, you could greet your boyfriend when he walks into a room,” Alex sniffed.
“The first words you’ve said to me all day,” said Ethan, standing up, still cupping the nape of Alex’s neck, “were ‘you need to shave.’ I wrote you a sweet note and put it in your lunchbox, and all you have to tell me is that my facial hair is bothering you?”
“Well, you look better when you do shave,” said Alex. “You look scruffy. Go clean it up.”
“That’s hurtful,” said Ethan. “You won’t even love your boyfriend if he isn’t clean shaven?”
“The goatee is fine,” said Alex. “If you shave the goatee, I will kill you.”
“So, which is it?” asked Ethan.
Alex pulled away from him. “If you shave, I’ll have sex with you. If you don’t, you’re banned from sex for the rest of the week.”
Alex couldn’t hold out that long, it was only Tuesday.
Alex was also… incredibly stubborn. Ethan went to the bathroom.
When he came back, Alex was already dressed down to his boxers. He smiled when he saw Ethan, and Ethan went over to kiss him. “Mint suits you,” he said, and Alex huffed out a laugh. “You should try to color your hair, sometime. Like Zeyn’s, or maybe lighter. It would look good with the white.”
“No,” said Alex with a small laugh. “I’m a mafia boss, remember?”
Ethan ignored that.
“It’s what you’re comfortable with,” he said. “Maybe extensions, sometime?”
“Maybe,” said Alex. “Since you were so nice and didn’t give me much backtalk about shaving, you can decide what position we do tonight.”
“It’s not like you’re giving me ‘a treat,’” Ethan said. “It’s a mutual decision.”
Ethan didn’t mind. He didn’t need anything special tonight. He just wanted his Alex, just wanted to lay with him and feel their skin together, the closest they could be without Ethan literally crawling into Alex’s skin.
“Fine,” said Alex, “since you’re so greedy. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Fuck. Never mind. Ethan needed a treat, and he needed it yesterday.
“Oh,” he said, his hands landing on Alex’s hips, “will you, now?”
He watched the way that things seemed to freeze for Alex as he realized what he had said, what he had offered. The way his eyes widened, darting to Ethan’s to the bed and back to Ethan’s. The way his tongue came out, licking his lips nervously as excitement seemed to win over the trepidation in his face.
“Sure,” he said after a moment, “why not?”
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Alex, despite all his whining and his complaining about Ethan, was actually very giving in bed. Ethan knew what it felt like; it was a necessity to take care of everyone, of Ethan, even here. He usually ended up dominating this private space, and Ethan didn’t mind. He was very attuned to that sort of dynamic, and it was the one place he let himself fall apart in. Take a backseat. Let himself be coddled and handled with care.
He was not, however, entirely submissive in that aspect. Alex, and, previously, Christian, may have wanted control in this area, and Ethan may have been more than happy to give it, but he still had his urges to take care of people. To find that control for himself.
“You sure this is okay?” he asked. Alex nodded. He looked nervous, but excited; a little bit terrified, but alright, in the end. Ethan knew he would enjoy this.
“A little rope isn’t going to scare me off, ex-cop,” he said, and Ethan chuckled.
“No, no, I didn’t think so,” he said, tightening it a little. “Tightness alright?”
“Of course it is,” said Alex, acting offended, Ethan assumed to mask the nervousness in his voice.
Ethan knew. He had felt nervous, the first time Christian had tied his hands, and the second time. By the third time he had been asking for more than his hands to be tied.
The first time Alex had tied his hands, he had nearly had a panic attack.
The fifth time, they had actually had sex, slow and with a check in once at least every two minutes. By the eighth time, most of the initial panic was gone.
“I’m glad,” said Ethan. “But you tell me if you need a break, yeah? We can always retie them, or just continue without them tied, if you don’t want to stop.”
“Sure,” said Alex. His shoulders dropped slightly. They were still tense, but a little less so. “You won’t catch me copping out, though.”
“Oh, I hope not,” said Ethan. “Not when I have so many plans for you.”
He began at Alex’s neck, sucking and licking as his hands trailed down to Alex’s boxers, cupping the hardening dick still trapped inside his boxers. Alex’s hips bucked up, and he stifled a moan.
That was alright. Ethan had plenty of time to draw unrestrained noises out of him.
“So,” said Alex, “what’s your plan then? Just hickeys while I can’t retaliate against you?”
Ethan smiled against the pale, rough and scarred skin, and nipped the base between his neck and his shoulder. Alex jolted slightly, and Ethan could hear his breath hitch.
“That’s part of it,” he murmured sweetly, moving down to ravish the man’s full chest. It was heaving a little heavier than it had been before, and Ethan smiled as he licked his left nipple, placing his unoccupied hand above Alex’s beating heart and pressing down slightly. He sucked on the nipple, and Alex’s moan was a little less cut off this time, long and guttural and real. He smiled against the skin, biting it just a little, before moving down. His hand moved from his boyfriend’s cock to accompany his mouth as it licked over the scarred washboard abdominal muscles and down to his navel. Alex made a strange noise when Ethan licked into his bellybutton, then huffed out a high pitched giggle. Ethan glanced up, and Alex moved his foot to kick him gently in the ribs.
“That tickled,” he said, and Ethan ducked his head with a grin.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, and he raised his hand up to walk up the side of Alex’s rib. Alex squawked and kicked him harder, and Ethan laughed and moved his hand. “I won’t, I won’t anymore, I promise.”
“Hmm,” said Alex haughtily, and give him one last kick. They weren’t even hard enough to bruise.
“You know I like pain, Baby, but can you hold off on it while I’m taking care of you?” Ethan asked with a grin.
“Oh, I can give you pain,” said Alex. “If you tickle me one more time, I’m taking you over my knee and spanking you.”
He grinned at Ethan teasingly, like it was a joke.
“Ha,” said Ethan dryly. He laughed it off, but they were going to need to come back to that conversation and how it made Ethan feel. Not now, though, when he was the one calling the shots.
He didn’t test his luck however, and instead moved down, trailing his hands and mouth past Alex’s boxers and to his thighs, alternating between kneading and licking them down to Alex’s calves. He could feel the man relaxing under him, becoming more comfortable as he leaned back into the pillows. Ethan smiled, tilting up his head and finding those ice-pools looking down at him, half lidded. His face was slightly flushed, but he was smiling. It turned sultry, and he flexed the arms that were held above his head.
If he wanted to get out of his bonds, he could in two seconds. That was why it was so heady to have the man held where he was. Not helpless, but laying under Ethan’s control. Not out of Ethan taming the man, but out of the man loving him.
Out of the man trusting him.
“You look so hot, Baby,” said Ethan, stroking lines up his thighs. “They should put you on a poster and ask people if they want to look like you.”
Alex snorted. “What, make me a steroids ad?”
“Worse than that, I’m afraid,” said Ethan. He leaned up over Alex. “‘Do you want to be an angel?’”
“Pfft—”
“Don’t laugh, I’m trying to woo you,” said Ethan. Alex laughed even harder.
“I’m sorry, Love,” he cackled, “that’s just bad.”
“So you don’t want me to continue?”
“No, I never said that – please, do continue.”
“It doesn’t sound like you want me to continue.”
“Ethan,” said Alex, and suddenly his eyes were even more hooded, and he was staring up at Ethan, a slight pout on his lips. “I’m so horny, and I’ve been so good – please? Don’t leave me here like this.”
Fucking hell if that didn’t do it. Ethan was an easy man.
“You have been good,” he said, “but you’re going to have to wait a bit longer.” He cupped the back of Alex’s head, and Alex keened into the touch. “Do you want me inside you, or do you want me to ride you?”
“You decide,” said Alex. “Please.”
Ethan nearly caved, but he resisted the urge to rip Alex’s boxers off and get to work on opening him up. Instead, he started at Alex’s shoulders again, but instead of using his mouth, he kneaded into his skin with both his hands.
“A massage?” Alex asked with a slight laugh. “I tell you that you can do anything you want to me and you decide to give me a massage? While I’m tied up and you can do anything to me?”
“You tell me that I can do anything to you, and I take care of you,” corrected Ethan. “You’re a very tense man, you know that?”
“Mm,” said Alex, grunting as Ethan hit a particularly tense muscle. “Mama keeps saying I should go to a massage parlor one of these days.”
“You should,” said Ethan. “Maybe we can go together.”
“Hmm,” said Alex, a smile lolling around his lips. “That sounds nice.”
Alex was very partial to luxury. It was something that Ethan had learned very early on. The man would deny it endlessly, but give him some fancy wine and put him in a sauna and he folded like a deck of cards.
“It does, doesn’t it,” said Ethan, because it did sound nice. Being pampered wasn’t so bad. It was something he was slowly learning from being with Alex. “I’ll book it for us, sometime?”
“Please do,” said Alex, then moaned. “Fuck – right there.”
Ethan grinned and kneaded into the spot.
He continued down the path of his strong, scarred body, relaxing the corded muscles into putty. Alex didn’t talk much, only directed Ethan to a specific spot whenever he needed attention there. Ethan listened to him, not interrupting his ministrations until he had massaged Alex all the way down to his feet. Then, he crawled up over Alex again. The man hummed, cracking one eye open.
“Turn over?” he asked, and Alex groaned as if put upon, but complied. Ethan helped him onto his stomach, straddling Alex’s hips again and starting on the other side of his shoulders, beginning to make another path down the man’s back.
“I’m going to fall asleep soon,” mumbled Alex, when Ethan was down to his left thigh. Ethan chuckled.
“You can if you want to,” he said, and Alex whined. “No?”
“Noo, I want to have sex.” He turned his head, peaking at Ethan with one hooded eye.
A pretty little “l” word flew into his brain, but he flicked it away. Not now; it was too soon to… have feelings for anyone after what happened with Christian.
Eventually, he promised himself, he would admit it to himself, and then to Alex. Love came with a heady obsession, and Ethan wasn’t ready to fall, not just yet.
Soon.
“Okay, okay,” he said with a small laugh, and Alex gave him a satisfied little smile before closing his eyes again. “I guess I can give you what you want.”
“Y’do anyways,” said Alex. “Y’always do.”
“I’m glad,” said Ethan. He moved to the right thigh.
When he had worked his way down to Alex’s feet again, he pushed himself up once more, returning to his original position of straddling Alex’s hips. The man’s arms were still above his head, bound hands lax against the headboard, and Ethan leaned over, started to work his hands into the strong muscles of his boyfriend’s right arm. Alex hummed, a content little sigh as Ethan worked his way along his arms, then switched to the other arm.
Alex was a puddle underneath Ethan by the time he finished. Ethan turned him over, and the man helped him; if he hadn’t, it would probably have been a lot harder to move the two hundred plus pound man. He fell lax against the bed again, eyes sparkling up like pretty diamonds, clear and blue and sweet, cool pools that Ethan wanted to dive into and never come back out of.
“You have an opinion on what position you want to do it in?” asked Ethan. He cupped Alex’s dick, which had softened during the course of the massage, but hardened up with the touch through the fabric.
“Mm, no,” said Alex, looking up at him. “You decide.”
Ethan nodded and scooted down to take Alex’s boxers off. He then reached over Alex to grab some lube from the nightstand drawer, before going back down and spreading Alex’s legs. He circled the rim of his anus, letting the tip of one finger pop in before he licked a stripe up Alex’s long, perfect dick.
The moan that Alex made was one that could have riveled porn.
“You’re so – fuck, you’re such an asshole,” he said, venom in his voice not truly in his eyes. Ethan giggled – fucking giggled, what was he, ten? – and licked down his dick, keeping his eyes on Alex as he did. Alex groaned, cutting it off, then yelped as Ethan inserted another finger, starting to fuck them in and out.
“Stretch,” he said, wincing slightly. “That feels good…”
“Mhm?” asked Ethan, before taking the tip in his mouth. A bit of precum dribbled into it, and Ethan swallowed it, sinking down further onto his cock.
“Fuck – I can’t get you a tissue like this,” said Alex.
Ethan popped off his dick. “No need,” he said cheerfully, inserting another finger as he sucked him down again. Alex groaned deeply.
“Babe—” he cut himself off, another moan coming from his throat. “Baby, please—”
“You sound so good begging,” said Ethan, ignoring the whine as he came off of his dick again. “Can I have more of it?”
“Motherfucker - oh—”
Ethan curled his fingers, and Alex’s body curled in return. Ethan grinned, before drawing out his fingers with a schlick of lube. He pulled down his own boxers, moaning quietly in relief as his own hard cock was released, and put some more lube on his hand before quickly pumping his cock to full hardness.
“You ready, Baby?” he asked.
“Born – ha, ready,” Alex said, and Ethan slotted himself between Alex’s legs and slowly drove his way inside of him. He angled his dick towards his prostate, and Alex cried out when he hit it.
“Ethan!—”
Ethan moaned at the tight heat as he bottomed out, resting his hips against Alex’s for a second before starting to slowly draw back out. Alex moaned, tensing up and falling limp as Ethan began to fuck him, with slow and steady drives into his prostate.
He began begging in earnest when Ethan put his hand on his cock.
“Please – Ethan I won’t last—”
Ethan sped up his thrusts and his hand, and Alex moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“So – good for me,” said Ethan, “you feel so good, Alex, fuck—”
It only took a couple more rounds of thrusts after that for Alex to tense, then cum with a loud shout. Ethan pumped him through the orgasm, before slowing down before the aftershocks would hit him. Alex moaned.
“Fuck…”
Ethan pulled out of him, feeling the satisfied little smirk crawling onto his face.
“Ethan… you didn’t cum,” said Alex. He moved to sit up, but Ethan shushed him, putting a hand on his chest.
“That wasn’t the point of this, Alex,” he said. He moved over to grab a condom.
“Can I…”
“Your hands are still tied for a reason, aren’t they?” Ethan rolled the condom on. Alex was already a mess; he didn’t need even more of one to clean up. “Just enjoy the show, okay?”
Later, when Alex was asleep, clean and hands untied, wrapped tightly around Ethan as they laid side by side, Alex mostly laying over him, Ethan would think about Alex, about his life, about everything in between them. He would think about love and a future with the man he loved, and he would wonder if he would get to keep what he had.
Then, Alex would pull him closer in his sleep.