Saving Alexander (18 page)

Alex felt no guilt as he moved around the room, taking a peek into Sage’s past. It was an incredible insight into this man’s life and Alex had so few memories of his own like these ones that he relished the ones others gave him. Finally he left this room and approached what looked like the “man lair.” He pushed the door open in anticipation, wondering what he might find. He wasn’t disappointed.

God, the man really likes his black.
Alex remembered reading an article recently about what colours meant for you as a person. From what he could recall, positive black traits were those of protection, comfort, someone strong and contained, someone seductive. Alex chuckled. He could believe that based on his current sexual state. Negative attributes were those of secrecy, holding back and conservatism. Alex wasn’t so sure they fit the man he knew, who seemed to be for the most part an open book. He supposed wryly everyone had hidden depths.

Sage’s bedroom was huge, with large picture windows looking out onto the fields beyond. There were black curtains at either side of them, made of a heavy, luxurious fabric which shone in the morning sun. The room was decorated in shades of black and amber and a huge metal king-size bed with an ornate metal headboard formed the centrepiece of the room. He saw another door on a far wall leading off to what he assumed was an en-suite bathroom. Black lacquered wardrobes lined one wall and in the corner of the room there was a small three-legged table and two armchairs. There was again the requisite plasma TV screen in viewing distance from the bed.

Sage definitely has a fixation with TVs.

Alex wondered wickedly whether he’d ever filmed himself in bed with anyone—the TV and bed were certainly in the perfect place. There was an ottoman at the end of bed, covered with richly coloured cushions of black and cream silk. There was no overhead lighting, only strips of silver lining the walls. Alex assumed it was lighting of some sort. On a far wall there was a large geometric print in shades of black, cream and amber, lighting up the room like a lick of fire. It exuded male sensuality like the man himself. Alex reached down, running a hand over the bedspread, feeling its cool smoothness beneath his fingers. He felt a spurt of jealousy as he wondered just how many men had enjoyed the comfort of both Sage and his bed.

Alex heard a low laugh behind him and he turned guiltily to find Sage standing at the door to his room, eyes narrowed with a very intense look on his face.

“Doing some exploring, are we?” Sage brushed past him to the opposite side of the bed. Alex smelt sweat and the fragrance of what Alex thought was Davidoff’s Cool Water. It was one of his favourites.

Alex nodded. “I’m sorry. I was looking around the house and after what you said earlier, I had to see the bedroom. It’s incredible.”

“I’m glad you like it, seeing as I intend you being in here fairly often.” Alex hitched a breath at that comment. Sage picked a watch up from the bedside table, putting it on. His hair was mussed up from the bike helmet, unruly and falling over his forehead in a swathe of black curls. His dark eyes shone and Alex saw the rise and fall of his chest through the thin tee shirt he wore. He swallowed, trying to quell the rising desire in his body.

This man was driving him crazy.

“You didn’t tell me you had a motor bike.” Alex waved toward the general direction of the garage.

Crap. Talking about a roaring beast that sat beneath Sage’s legs and had intimate contact with what Alex wanted was definitely not the right topic now.

“You didn’t ask,” Sage said, making his way to the wardrobe, taking out a clean tee shirt. “I find it a much easier way of getting around, especially when I have to drive into London, which is fairly often. Have you been on a bike before?” He turned around, taking off his sweat-stained tee shirt in one supple movement.

Alex would have liked to answer in the affirmative but his breath left his body at the sight of Sage’s naked, hairy torso, the clean lines of the muscles on his stomach and that sexy hairline leading down toward his groin. The deep crevice created by Sage’s hip bones beckoned Alex to run his hands over them then trace the warm skin down into their depths with his tongue. He wanted desperately to taste what lay beneath those low-slung jeans. Alex decided he’d had enough of being a gentleman and he moved swiftly toward Sage. He pressed his lower body against Sage’s front, feeling the other man’s arousal as Alex ran needy hands down Sage’s chest.

Sage took a deep breath. “Alex, I was going to change. I thought we agreed...”

“I don’t remember agreeing anything. And seeing you like that just makes me really fucking horny. I want you so badly.”

Alex lowered his mouth to Sage’s chest, running his tongue from Sage’s left nipple to the pulse that was throbbing madly in his throat. Alex heard his lover’s hiss of pleasure and felt a sense of satisfaction. Sage’s hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him toward him as he dropped the tee shirt he’d been about to wear on the floor. Alex’s mind worked frantically as Sage continued driving him to distraction.

Those curtains look very heavy. I’m sure they’d be able to block out the light. I’ll keep my shirt on anyway so he doesn’t see the scars on my stomach and back. I’m not ready to share those with him yet. I don’t want to put him off. He won’t want a bloody Frankenstein in his bed. Fuck it, I want him so badly I can’t wait.

“I don’t intend letting you out of here until I’ve had you in my mouth.” Alex whispered in Sage’s ear. “So perhaps you could close those curtains and we should shut the door so no one can disturb us. I’m sure Miles can wait just a little bit longer.”

Sage needed no further encouragement, moving over to the window, pulling on a silver rod that activated the curtains as they glided together effortlessly. The room went dark instantly as he moved over to the bedroom door, shutting it firmly before turning to Alex again, pulling him into his body, kissing him, his mouth urgent.

Alex’s hands were already undoing Sage’s jeans zipper. “I need to keep my shirt on,” he whispered into Sage’s ear. “I’m not ready yet to take it off.”

Sage looked at him, his face etched with compassion. “I’m going to want to see you fully naked at some stage. You don’t need to be ashamed of anything in front of me.”

Alex shook his head vehemently. “Not yet. Please just do this for me.”

Sage nodded and Alex ground his mouth into his, wanting to taste and feel everything about this man that he could. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this needy. Sage’s hands travelled to the waistband of his chinos then he pulled Alex’s shirt free, running his hands over the skin underneath. Alex shuddered in sheer pleasure at Sage’s touch. Desperately he tugged Sage’s jeans and underwear off his lean hips to fall to the floor. His eyes widened at what he found.

“Wow, Sage. I hadn’t realised you were circumcised. You’re not Jewish, are you?”

Sage shook his head. “I had an infection when I was a baby and as a result, the doctor thought a circumcision was the answer. It’s been a talking point in gym lockers ever since.”

“I like it,” Alex whispered.” But then again, I’d daresay I’d like anything this big. I am truly blessed.” He chuckled. “Not to mention fucked.”

Sage’s eyes darkened. “Take off your pants,” he said huskily and Alex obeyed with alacrity. Soon he was naked except for his long-sleeved, button-down blue shirt. Sage reached down, caressing the tip of him gently with his thumb, and Alex gasped. Sage’s hands moved over Alex’s groin, then stopped as he realised Alex was shaven. His eyes danced.

“I didn’t get the chance last time to inspect much of you.” He grinned. “I’ve never had a man who was totally nude there before. It’s quite a turn-on.” He raised a sexy eyebrow. "Is that a personal preference then?"

Alex blanched. He wasn’t about to tell Sage it was an instruction from his Principal because Eric got off on seeing the marks he left when he whipped and bit him there.

“Yes,” he whispered finally. “I prefer it this way.”

Sage nodded as he leaned down for a kiss. “I like it.”

He pushed Alex back onto the bed, taking his mouth again, his hands stroking every bit of bare skin of Alex’s that he could find as their kisses grew more passionate. Alex had never felt so free. All those years of abuse seemed to have faded as he made love with this man, a man who knew his secrets yet still wanted him. He removed his mouth from Sage’s, staring up into his smoky eyes, which were darkened with desire.

“You make me feel whole again, Sage,” he whispered. “You make me forget the dark times.”

Sage reached up, tenderly running his hands over Alex’s short hair. “I’m glad,” he murmured huskily. “You’re an incredible man. You deserve some happiness after what you went through.”

“And you, my friend, deserve my mouth.” Alex moved down on Sage’s body, licked him from shaft to tip with one long, slavering movement, then took him in his mouth. Sage’s hips arched upward, pushing his cock further into Alex’s greedy, wet, hot mouth. His hands gripped the covers tightly as Alex enjoyed him, teasing, licking, slurping and generally finding anything of Sage’s he could fit in his mouth. Shaft, balls anything was fair game. Sage wriggled, cursed and thrust as Alex worked him.

“Alex, enough,” the strangled entreaty from Sage made Alex lift his head to look at his lover. Sage’s eyes regarded him with avarice. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

Alex laughed and moved up over Sage’s body, straddling his waist. “Fine. Does this way work for you? I’ll ride you and you can jack me off.”

Sage nodded. “Lube is in the bedside drawer,” he managed to get out. “Condoms too.” Alex leaned over and got the much-needed items. He opened the condom packet, teasingly fitting it over Sage, then squirted lube into his hands and onto Sage’s covered cock. Then he lowered himself onto Sage, watching his face as he took him in. It was a challenge. Alex was filled to capacity and he hissed as Sage pushed upward into him.

“Easy, tiger,” he panted. “I don’t need you coming out of my bloody throat. That’ll do neither of us any good.”

Sage gave a hoarse chuckle, his eyes never leaving Alex’s. Alex found his stride and he bobbed up and down on Sage’s straining erection. He closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation of Sage inside him then gave a startled jump as a strong hand gripped his cock and with light feathering movements up and down his heated, slick skin, began stroking and rubbing him in a way Alex had never been touched before.

It was as if…

“Are you playing a bloody guitar on my dick?” Alex managed to gasp out. Sage laughed, continuing his movements, his fingers moving as if he were playing guitar chords. It was a most unsettling but incredible sensation. Sage’s fingers alternately increased then reduced the pressure, causing exquisite torture until Alex ground his teeth together in frustration.

“Enough with the guitar playing,” he said between clenched teeth. “I want to come, Sage. God, playing a guitar has given you certain skills. You’re definitely strumming my bloody strings.”

“Christ, Alex, you’re too much,” Sage chuckled but began to move his hips with Alex’s up-and-down assault of his body. The two men watched each other’s faces as Sage worked Alex’s dick with hard, firm strokes until Alex groaned loudly, his backside muscles tensing and his breaths getting deeper until he gave a loud shout and climaxed, his come coating them both with its musky, warm smell. Sage moaned loudly, tensing and straining against him as he too emptied himself inside the condom buried in Alex’s channel.

Alex collapsed on top of Sage, kissing his eyes, his mouth, his nose until finally their bodies stopped shaking. Sage held Alex tight on top of him, Alex feeling warm breath against his neck. Finally Alex moved, trying to ease Sage out of his body. He rolled off, lying beside Sage, his chest heaving. Alex reached over and removed the filled condom, tying it and placing it on the bedroom table. He heard his lover take a deep breath as he nudged his cock, still sensitive from the activity. There was silence in the dark room until Sage turned to him, running his hand under Alex’s shirt, across his tight, flat stomach.

“When are you going to let me see what you look like under this shirt?”

Alex shifted in frustration. “I’m not ready, I told you.”

“Eric gets to see more of you than I do.” Sage’s voice was low.

Alex heard the faint hurt in his voice. He took a deep breath. “It’s not the same thing. To Eric, I’m a customer, someone with no emotional investment. With you—I care about you.”

Sage turned to lie on his side on his elbow, regarding him. “All the more reason to show me. I care about you too and I want to learn more about you. I want to know the man better.”

Alex needed to breathe into a paper bag, his apprehension was so great. “But what if you don’t like what you see? What if you think I’m”—he swallowed heavily—“a monster? The scars are bad. They remind me of another time and I’m not sure I want you to be reminded too.”

Sage leaned in, kissing his lips softly. “I’ve kissed your mouth and other body parts and been inside you. Don’t you think I like you regardless of what’s underneath your shirt? That I can cope with anything you throw at me?”

His gentle words make perfect sense but Alex was still wary.

Sage sighed. “You don’t need to put the lights on or anything. I ate plenty of carrots when I was a kid and my eyesight is pretty good even in this light. I just need to see all of you.”

The yearning in his voice was evident and Alex took a deep breath. Sage deserved that much. He sat up and with trembling hands started to unbutton his shirt.

Sage reached up, stopping him. “Here, let me do that.” His hands deftly opened the buttons one by one until finally the front of Alex’s body was revealed to him. Sage started to slide the shirt off his shoulders and Alex pulled back in apprehension. Sage reached over and touched his cheek gently. “Alex, babe, it’s fine. Lie down. Just let me look at you.”

Alex lay back against the pillows, comforted by the endearment, his eyes closed as Sage slowly traced the contours of his collarbone and chest, trailing his fingers down his chest and stomach. Alex sensed him studying his body and when he spoke again Sage’s voice was rough with anger. But he knew it wasn’t directed at him.