While David spoke, Alexander was completely silent. He hesitated before sitting up rather abruptly, still looking rather upset.
“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.” Alexander said flatly. “You don’t have to stay just because you feel sorry for me.” he had stopped crying, though his face was red and stained. He used his palm to rubs his eyes dry. “I fucked it up. I know I ruined it. I know it’s asking too much to…” he trailed off. To what?
Despite everything, Alexander still felt him selfishly wanting David to say that he loved him. He wanted the other man to hug him, hold him, tell him everything was fine and he was forgiven. Then they would be together, cook together, live together, have lots of sex…
Alexander shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Maybe I am in love with him. I can’t really deny that.
“Ruined it. really? don’t be ridiculous. You ruined the afterglow and thats it.” David leveled an irritated look at Alex. “I’m mad at you that you would keep secrets from me! But it doesn’t change the way I still feel about you. however strange it might be….”
“Well it’s not like I can leave yet anyway. If I just walked out I’d make quite a scene don’t you think?” a hint of humor entered his voice.
Alexander stared blankly at David, studying the man’s words as if waiting for the punchline. ‘Haha, just kidding, fuck off kid!’ But when Alexander caught the slightest hint of humour in the man’s voice…
Uh…is he trying to make a joke? Now?
Alexander’s lower lip quivered. He stared, unbelieving, at David, eyes beginning to water. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was still sitting right next to him, talking to him, admitting he still felt for him. It was all he could do to keep from crying.
Even though he knew he probably shouldn’t, what with David still angry with him, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing himself at David, wrapping his arms around his neck. Thank you…
Then Alexander woke up from the dream and he was sitting in the office waiting for the new guidance counselor to come in but WHO WAS PHONE? I’m sorry.
[lolol its done? xDDD it always dies after the sex scene xDDDDDDD]
Wait no epilogue:
Alexander goes to a mental institution because David was a figment of his imagination and he spends the rest of his days talking to his “hot counselor boyfriend” while eating mashed potatoes through a straw.
The End!
While David spoke, Alexander was completely silent. He hesitated before sitting up rather abruptly, still looking rather upset.
“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.” Alexander said flatly. “You don’t have to stay just because you feel sorry for me.” he had stopped crying, though his face was red and stained. He used his palm to rubs his eyes dry. “I fucked it up. I know I ruined it. I know it’s asking too much to…” he trailed off. To what?
Despite everything, Alexander still felt him selfishly wanting David to say that he loved him. He wanted the other man to hug him, hold him, tell him everything was fine and he was forgiven. Then they would be together, cook together, live together, have lots of sex…
Alexander shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Maybe I am in love with him. I can’t really deny that.
“Ruined it. really? don’t be ridiculous. You ruined the afterglow and thats it.” David leveled an irritated look at Alex. “I’m mad at you that you would keep secrets from me! But it doesn’t change the way I still feel about you. however strange it might be….”
“Well it’s not like I can leave yet anyway. If I just walked out I’d make quite a scene don’t you think?” a hint of humor entered his voice.
Alexander stared blankly at David, studying the man’s words as if waiting for the punchline. ‘Haha, just kidding, fuck off kid!’ But when Alexander caught the slightest hint of humour in the man’s voice…
Uh…is he trying to make a joke? Now?
Alexander’s lower lip quivered. He stared, unbelieving, at David, eyes beginning to water. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was still sitting right next to him, talking to him, admitting he still felt for him. It was all he could do to keep from crying.
Even though he knew he probably shouldn’t, what with David still angry with him, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing himself at David, wrapping his arms around his neck. Thank you…
Then Alexander woke up from the dream and he was sitting in the office waiting for the new guidance counselor to come in but WHO WAS PHONE? I’m sorry.
Alexander was silent for several moments, no knowing what to do or say. “H…he’s not me.” he finally said. “I’m me.” his voice was low, confused, like he didn’t quite believe anything he was saying.
“Are you going to leave?” he asked quietly. He was beginning to feel very cold, the heat from sex had long dissipated and he was still lying naked above the covers.
That gave him pause… why hadn’t he left..? he was angry alright… but over all.. what did this new information really reveal? Alex was still the same.. if anything it just made him seem.. sadder.. more pitiable. He said he was sorry after all, that he hidden the truth out of fear, and who wasn’t guilty of that at some point of their lives?
David sighed, realizing something, that he’d never intended to leave at all. even if he could.
“I’m not… so alright he’s not you, he’s an imaginary character and you played the parts of actor and creator… when I look back on those time I do remember.. a few times your acting slipped, and how your personalities seemed to overlap so much… But you know… as I calm down I think I’m glad to know that Luke wasn’t real.. the brief.. affection.. I had for him was.. it wasn’t healthy for either of us. I didn’t like your creation for his own charm, I like him because of a sense the sense of nostalgia he brought out in me. It wasn’t good at all, that’s why I pushed you- er- him away…
While David spoke, Alexander was completely silent. He hesitated before sitting up rather abruptly, still looking rather upset.
“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.” Alexander said flatly. “You don’t have to stay just because you feel sorry for me.” he had stopped crying, though his face was red and stained. He used his palm to rubs his eyes dry. “I fucked it up. I know I ruined it. I know it’s asking too much to…” he trailed off. To what?
Despite everything, Alexander still felt him selfishly wanting David to say that he loved him. He wanted the other man to hug him, hold him, tell him everything was fine and he was forgiven. Then they would be together, cook together, live together, have lots of sex…
Alexander shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Maybe I am in love with him. I can’t really deny that.
Alexander recognized this scene. He’d played in it many times. The wig would come off, then the yelling, then the they would leave. For a brief moment, he wanted to tune everything out and relapse into what he was used to: lying there in silence until the problem went away.
But…when David said that…
It was just too much.
He kept his position as it was, lying there, face turned away. “I didn’t want to tell you.“ he whispered hoarsely. “I didn’t want to be Luke for you anymore. I hated how happy you were with him. I hated that you would…with him, even though he was a student. I hate him.” he shook his head quietly. “I didn’t want you to see me as Luke, because I want to be Alexander for you.”
He didn’t know what else to say, so he fell silent and waited, listening for the door to open and close.
But david hadn’t made a move yet, He listened to Alex, But at the same time cleaned himself up, zipping up his pants and putting his shirt back on after retrieving it from the ground.
“You say that like I’d prefer him over you?! He is you! Just another persona to protect yourself with, just like all the others. You should have told me sooner, and then we wouldn’t be in this situation…”
Alexander was silent for several moments, no knowing what to do or say. “H…he’s not me.” he finally said. “I’m me.” his voice was low, confused, like he didn’t quite believe anything he was saying.
“Are you going to leave?” he asked quietly. He was beginning to feel very cold, the heat from sex had long dissipated and he was still lying naked above the covers.
Alexander would have flinched at David’s words if his body hadn’t been so exhausted. And now, with David getting angry with him, his disappointment…it made Alexander’s chest hurt even worse. He’d never felt bad for deceiving people, even if it was lying just so he could fuck them. The sudden realization that this was the worst possible thing that could happen at the moment, that he actually felt guilt and regret, it was almost too much…
With some effort, Alexander rolled onto his side, burying his face against the sheets, curling his legs up into himself as if he were trying to shrink away. There wasn’t any way to fix this. There was no doubt in his mind that David would assume the worst of him—after all, that’s what Alexander was known to do.
“I’m sorry.” was all he could manage to say for the longest time. When he tried adding to it, the only thing he could get out was repetitive: “I’m sorry, David.”
“If you’re so sorry then why didn’t you just tell me sooner?! why now when… you know I would have understood! You became Luke because you wanted to get closer to me, and fuck me like all your other counselors! … But you’d already had your chance, why drag it out?! I thought I.. I thought I loved you!”
Alexander recognized this scene. He’d played in it many times. The wig would come off, then the yelling, then the they would leave. For a brief moment, he wanted to tune everything out and relapse into what he was used to: lying there in silence until the problem went away.
But…when David said that…
It was just too much.
He kept his position as it was, lying there, face turned away. “I didn’t want to tell you.“ he whispered hoarsely. “I didn’t want to be Luke for you anymore. I hated how happy you were with him. I hated that you would…with him, even though he was a student. I hate him.” he shook his head quietly. “I didn’t want you to see me as Luke, because I want to be Alexander for you.”
He didn’t know what else to say, so he fell silent and waited, listening for the door to open and close.
With that final thrust, Alexander cried out, arching into David as he came. His whole body remained tense for several moments as the pulsing feeling of orgasm reverberated through him. He fell limp, exhausted, laying his hands lazily on David’s sides, halfway clinging to him.
He could feel David’s member as it twitched inside of him. Alexander closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being full, breathing lightly.
I feel like I could just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
He indolently began petting David’s back, letting his fingers rise to the man’s hair. It was only after a few moments, when the aftermath or orgasm wore off, that he realized that his wig was lying next to his head in a tangled heap.
Oh…
Oh, no…
He suddenly kept his grip on David’s head, hoping to hold him down against him. Don’t sit up…please don’t sit up…
While David caught his breath things slowly started dawning on him, when the wig came off.. yes it was definitely Luke he’d seen, Luke was alex.. no Alex was Luke, to think he’d tricked him for this long…
“Let me up Alex.” His voice didn’t sound pleased at all.
Alexander felt like a heavy brick was placed on his chest, making it hard to breath. He was suddenly panicking. No, no, no, not now, oh God why? I knew this was going to bite me in the ass, please don’t, David, don’t look at me.
Though he didn’t want to, he knew it was inevitable. Alexander’s shaking hand slowly released David. His head rolled to the side. He stared at the wall. There was no way he could bring himself to look at David now that he knew what he’d done. A thick cloud of shame blurred his vision..or, was that something else? He blinked it away.
He’s going to hate me.
David didn’t say much as he sat up, his now limp member slid out of Alex easily, the condom coming with it. He turned away, just trying to think, understand why Alex would do something like this… well perhaps he could understand why he had done it to begin with.. He hadn’t been very kind or understanding of Alex in the very beginning, and Alex had wanted to do what he’d always done with new guidance counselors.. but…
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why let your secrecy go on for so long?…and… Too think I thought this was our first time together, I feel so foolish… what makes you think you can just use people like this?! I-“ On the last line he turned to face Alex again, shouting, but went quiet when he saw the tears streaking down the side of the teen’s face. He turned away again, holding his head in his hands.
Alexander would have flinched at David’s words if his body hadn’t been so exhausted. And now, with David getting angry with him, his disappointment…it made Alexander’s chest hurt even worse. He’d never felt bad for deceiving people, even if it was lying just so he could fuck them. The sudden realization that this was the worst possible thing that could happen at the moment, that he actually felt guilt and regret, it was almost too much…
With some effort, Alexander rolled onto his side, burying his face against the sheets, curling his legs up into himself as if he were trying to shrink away. There wasn’t any way to fix this. There was no doubt in his mind that David would assume the worst of him—after all, that’s what Alexander was known to do.
“I’m sorry.” was all he could manage to say for the longest time. When he tried adding to it, the only thing he could get out was repetitive: “I’m sorry, David.”
With that final thrust, Alexander cried out, arching into David as he came. His whole body remained tense for several moments as the pulsing feeling of orgasm reverberated through him. He fell limp, exhausted, laying his hands lazily on David’s sides, halfway clinging to him.
He could feel David’s member as it twitched inside of him. Alexander closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being full, breathing lightly.
I feel like I could just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
He indolently began petting David’s back, letting his fingers rise to the man’s hair. It was only after a few moments, when the aftermath or orgasm wore off, that he realized that his wig was lying next to his head in a tangled heap.
Oh…
Oh, no…
He suddenly kept his grip on David’s head, hoping to hold him down against him. Don’t sit up…please don’t sit up…
While David caught his breath things slowly started dawning on him, when the wig came off.. yes it was definitely Luke he’d seen, Luke was alex.. no Alex was Luke, to think he’d tricked him for this long…
“Let me up Alex.” His voice didn’t sound pleased at all.
Alexander felt like a heavy brick was placed on his chest, making it hard to breath. He was suddenly panicking. No, no, no, not now, oh God why? I knew this was going to bite me in the ass, please don’t, David, don’t look at me.
Though he didn’t want to, he knew it was inevitable. Alexander’s shaking hand slowly released David. His head rolled to the side. He stared at the wall. There was no way he could bring himself to look at David now that he knew what he’d done. A thick cloud of shame blurred his vision..or, was that something else? He blinked it away.
He’s going to hate me.
Alexander winced at first, the sudden fervor shown in David’s actions catching him a little off guard. It stung a little, but only for a moment before he fell into rhythm with the man. He had been trying to be relatively quiet, but with David speaking so candidly to him like that, it was almost impossible. He shut his eyes, writhing beneath him as David pounded into him. A small moan came from his quivering lips with each thrust, gradually becoming louder as they progressed. Though he was slightly worried, in the very bottom corner of his mind, that Bruce or someone would hear them, he couldn’t stop his moans. The piston-like motion David was making was met by Alexander’s hips with each drive of his cock.
The buildup he was feeling in his gut was unbearable, he jerked his head this way and that, not noticing that his head had suddenly begun feeling a lot cooler…
“I-it’s f-fine, Oh, David keep going I’m s-so close…I’m going t-to—”
Alexander’s knuckles turned white and he gripped the sheets to steady himself, as if he were afraid of falling off the bed. He was almost at his climax, only a few more thrusts…
“I can’t- oh god, alex I can’t hold out any- longer-!!” While his voice wasn’t as loud as the others it certainly held just as much urgency, even if he hadn’t been going so fast he felt with the way Alex was reacting, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back any way. His chest sank lower, looming over his partner’s writhing body. He wrapped his supporting arm around the other, David could feel his muscles trying to give out on him, but- oh god he didn’t know how he was keeping this up. No, there was no how, only a pursuit towards completion, even if the only thing keeping him going now was adrenaline and endorphins, even if his thrusts were becoming erratic. He wasn’t looking anywhere, his eyes were dilated and unfocussed. He wasn’t even looking at Alex’s face. But he should, he definitely should but- His gaze lifted. what- oh god- Luke?! he- oh god, and David was coming anyway, groaning, the look on the other’s face doing more than enough for him, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode his completion, spurring a few last thrusts before he collapsed onto the other in exhaustion.
With that final thrust, Alexander cried out, arching into David as he came. His whole body remained tense for several moments as the pulsing feeling of orgasm reverberated through him. He fell limp, exhausted, laying his hands lazily on David’s sides, halfway clinging to him.
He could feel David’s member as it twitched inside of him. Alexander closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being full, breathing lightly.
I feel like I could just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
He indolently began petting David’s back, letting his fingers rise to the man’s hair. It was only after a few moments, when the aftermath or orgasm wore off, that he realized that his wig was lying next to his head in a tangled heap.
Oh…
Oh, no…
He suddenly kept his grip on David’s head, hoping to hold him down against him. Don’t sit up…please don’t sit up…
Upon hearing David whisper his name with such a low, sultry whisper, Alexander found himself craving quicker movement as well. He didn’t protest when David coaxed him onto his back, in fact his was a little relieved. He shifted to get comfortable, though he was lying awkwardly on his wig. He could feel it being tugged at every time he moved his head, however it didn’t seem to register as a problem at the moment. He was far too distracted by the man looming over him.
Alexander spread his legs more, wrapping them around David to encourage him to continue. His hands gripped at the fabric of the sheets as he opened his eyes to look at David, unknowingly showcasing a rather needy expression.
“Y…you can go really fast,” he whispered lustily.
That look had been the only permission he really needed, but the words Alex muttered to him, while David adjusted their positions just a bit more, spurred him into action fucking the willing body underneath him with earnest, and suddenly David was having a lot of difficulty keeping quiet.
“Alex I- god why didn’t I do this sooner… fuck-” He groaned out, letting his eyes slide shut for a moment, he was going as fast as he could like he’d been asked, but at this pace he knew he wouldn’t last long, and the power of his thrusts seemed to get harder as he gripped Alex’s hips, unintentionally bodily dragging and pushing the other bit by bit across the bedspread, gradually pulling the wig even looser.
Not that David was focusing on a detail like that, as his eyes fluttered open again, breath shuddering every time he pushed deep inside the other, skin slapping together slightly, while his other hand pumped Alex’s cock like no tomorrow, he whispered, “A-Alex, I don’t know if I can last much longer like this..”
Alexander winced at first, the sudden fervor shown in David’s actions catching him a little off guard. It stung a little, but only for a moment before he fell into rhythm with the man. He had been trying to be relatively quiet, but with David speaking so candidly to him like that, it was almost impossible. He shut his eyes, writhing beneath him as David pounded into him. A small moan came from his quivering lips with each thrust, gradually becoming louder as they progressed. Though he was slightly worried, in the very bottom corner of his mind, that Bruce or someone would hear them, he couldn’t stop his moans. The piston-like motion David was making was met by Alexander’s hips with each drive of his cock.
The buildup he was feeling in his gut was unbearable, he jerked his head this way and that, not noticing that his head had suddenly begun feeling a lot cooler…
“I-it’s f-fine, Oh, David keep going I’m s-so close…I’m going t-to—”
Alexander’s knuckles turned white and he gripped the sheets to steady himself, as if he were afraid of falling off the bed. He was almost at his climax, only a few more thrusts…
He called me Alex. Alexander didn’t know why he suddenly realized it, or even why it came as such a surprise. David had insisted on never calling him anything but his God-given name, however the notion that he was doing such intimate things with anyone while still being addressed as such was completely foreign. His chest swelled; while one hand was wrapped tightly across the other man’s shoulder, the other slid up to cup David’s cheek.
With shaky breaths, Alexander whispered into David’s ear, “Y..you should say my name again, David,” he tried his best to match the movements of the older man. While attempting to take as much of his own weight as he could, he undulated his hips to meet David’s thrusts. The attention he was getting from David’s hand helped persuading his body to move much easier.
He blinked, sleepily, the haze of sex let him speak, but understanding what others said became rather difficult to comprehend. Yet he seemed to innately understand what had been asked of him, because with the next upstroke he’d whispered a name into the boy’s ear again.
“Alex-xander..” and next he moaned, the name on his lips again when he felt a particular surge of ecstasy go through him, before he was simply panting into the other’s ear again. He wanted to go faster, but realized that they’d need to change positions.. and he shifted forward, urging the other to lay on their back, but never did he stop moving, in fact, as their positions changed it allowed him to increase the depth of his thrusts. The added sensation encouraged another small sound to come from him, if he had been further away then it might not have been heard, but in their current situation it was easily heard, along with the other sounds of their love making.
Upon hearing David whisper his name with such a low, sultry whisper, Alexander found himself craving quicker movement as well. He didn’t protest when David coaxed him onto his back, in fact his was a little relieved. He shifted to get comfortable, though he was lying awkwardly on his wig. He could feel it being tugged at every time he moved his head, however it didn’t seem to register as a problem at the moment. He was far too distracted by the man looming over him.
Alexander spread his legs more, wrapping them around David to encourage him to continue. His hands gripped at the fabric of the sheets as he opened his eyes to look at David, unknowingly showcasing a rather needy expression.
“Y…you can go really fast,” he whispered lustily.