#alexstarter

Alex Standall didn’t know what came over him to be honest. He had grown so close with Zach Dempsey since the incident, since the footballer took an interest in his rehab. And now, he was practically healed, well, not healed-healed, but functioning. And all their time together, he never really quite understood this feeling he had for Zach. He couldn’t describe it, but there was this yearning to always be around Zach. With Zach he felt seen... he felt safe... he felt.... whole. All these feelings seemed to culminate on that roof when Zach, yet again, save him by pulling him off the ledge. And in that moment, feeling joy and safety, Alex threw caution to the wind, and fell into the spell that was Zach Dempsey. He flung himself forward, and pressed his lips against Zach’s. Fuck. It was electric. That feeling surged through his body and it felt so goddamn right. It felt like it was the only thing he could do at that moment. Alex relished Zach’s taste and all he could be in this moment was content.

¿Cuánto tiempo pasaría en estás bellas costas de California hasta que los cazadores estuvieran nuevamente pisándole los talones? Era una pregunta que no se podía responder pero que definitivamente podía actuar al respecto. Café y caminata por la playa. Si. Será perfecto. Y lo hubiera sido... Sino fuese porque luego de unos quince minutos dejando que las francas olas le rozaran los pies y decidirse por sentarse en un montón de rocas a disfrutar su bebida caliente divisó por lo lejano de la orilla una figura femenina: sus pasos eran tambaleantes y su cuerpo se veía débil como si estuviera a punto de desfallecer sobre la fina arena. No lo pensó ni un segundo corrió hacia ella y logró llegar justo a tiempo para atajarla antes que cayera. “¡Eh!... Espabila.” Acarició gentilmente su mejilla, mientras su brazo opuesto se ocupaba de mantenerla en paralelo al suelo hasta finalmente descenderla y dejarla reposar sobre él, no sin primero alejarla lo suficiente de la orilla para que el agua no empapara su cuerpo ni su... ¿Desgarrado vestido? Joder qué le habrá pasado.

"Just leave the bottle. Thank you, sweetheart." Alex flashed his boyish smile at the bartender and took the glass of whiskey. Just as he was about to drink, he sensed someone's presence behind him and grinned. "If you're lookin for Marcus, you just missed him. He left with an attractive brunette. You might be able to catch up if you leave now. That's if you're into that sort of thing. Threesomes..." Alex smirked at his words and then placed the cool glass between his lips and downed the dark brown substance.

“Well my sister always sounds like she is having a good time with you, so why can’t I get a shot at it? I give better head anyway. Plus I'm a lot tighter.” Alex smirked as he promoted himself to his sister’s boyfriend.

 Alex giggled and fell into his palms as he saw his ass on his friend/brother/co-workers phone. “See now I'm not sure exactly how these pictures are being spread around, but I mean fuck it. At least it looks plump.” 

“It’s just a water bottle you perv.” Alex giggled and then opened his mouth, he sucked on the water bottle taking it further down his mouth.

Alex was in practice with his band all day, and he was slowly starting to fall from getting fucked by the manager of the band. The man looked at him with a stern look, he told him earlier if he didn’t act normal during rehearsal today was going to get kicked out of the band and out of the managers home. This was a big deal for him with out his manager, Alex had nothing. He stood up straight and smiled back lightly, playing all his notes right because he was afraid of the out come. 

    “Just go for it Alex.” Alex whispered to himself as he saw that the other man was still sleeping. He knew that the man usually slept naked from what he was told so he saw this as the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted. Alex slid under the kiss and slowly stroked the others cock, kissing up the length slowly.