Chapter 32 Sweet/Bitter
Thursday, March 14th. Xander's bedroom, 6:15 a.m.
«Magnus».
That voice... That soft, sweet voice. It sounded so faint and distant, but he still managed to perceive its presence in his subconscious. It called to him, in a subtle, light whisper.
«Magnus?».
Where did it come from? Why did it call him? Did it need him? He couldn't see anything, he was immersed in thick darkness. It was all around him, sounding like a remote echo and rumbling in his mind. He wanted to go in search of it, he wanted to find it.
«Magnus, wake up».
There was something in that summoning, in the way his name was pronounced... So familiar, so welcoming. He wanted to hear more, he didn't wish it to go away. He longed to be sheltered under its mantle, to be filled with peace, with protection, with love.
«Please... We'll be caught».
Caught? How? Why? By whom?
On his lips he felt the faint pressure of something soft, wet, and fluffy. Gently brushing against him, moving in a slow, rhythmic dance. Sluggish, pleasantly, he began to move his own, wanting to reciprocate, hoping to get more of that sweet taste, that intoxicating sensation, that warmth in his chest. However, as soon as it happened, it slipped away.
-So, you are awake?
This time that voice achieved its task, successfully returning him to consciousness, taking him out of deep sleep. He gently opened his eyelids to find him, studying him with a mocking expression on the face, with wet black tufts and rosy cheeks.
-Wow, you're pretty hard to wake up to - Xander's accusing him. He sat on his knees, crossing the arms over the chest -. You must go, Magnus. Before it gets too late.
He struggled to stand up, but instead of doing so, he leaned against the back of the bed and picked up his phone to confirm the time. What was Xander doing up so early? It was barely 6:00 a.m.
-Damn - he moans, the voice hoarse and the eyes half-open from sleep, running a hand through his hair -. It's still early. What the hell are you doing up?
-I always wake up at this hour. A habit I picked up at boarding school - shrugging. as if it were a matter of indifference -. Come on, you have to leave.
Xander stood up. He was wearing a white t-shirt and carrying an unbuttoned blue over-sized jacket on top of it, no pants, just a boxer. It was a very tight and extremely short one, which attracted Alexei's lustful gaze like bees to honey.
He watched him go to the side of the bedroom, where he still had some of his belongings unpacked in cardboard boxes of different sizes. From one of them, the smallest one, he got a plate next to a bag of cat food, served some, and placed it on the floor next to the bathroom door. Cooky, without wasting any time, rushed to devour it.
-Well? - he asked after finishing the task and saw that the Alpha had not moved.
-It's still too early, goddamn it - he cursed, turning to lie on his back and taking a deep breath -. I'm exhausted.
-Did you get information out of Arman? - Xander snoops around, sitting next to him on the edge of the mattress. Alexei raises his head a little to observe him.
-Did you spy on my system again? - he demands, frowning and narrowing the eyes. Xander can't help but laugh at the accusation, which seems strange to the Alpha. He had to wait a few seconds for him to stop before getting the answer.
-Not lately - confesses casual, as if it's no big deal -. But I remember that yesterday you ordered Yaakov with an insinuating look, not at all discreet, to go and look for him while you were still with me. I also imagine that... - pointing to his hands that were crossed over his stomach, he still has bruised knuckles from hitting Arman -. Didn't magically appear in your hands - raising an eyebrow, curving one of the corners of his lips into a half-smile.
-Very perceptive, kitty - Alexei smiles. And yes, he did manage to say something at the end.
-Will you tell me? - taking care to keep his tone low and indifferent.
-Not now. I'll get the team meeting later and we'll discuss it together - he closed the eyes and rested the head on the pillow -. I want to sleep some more.
-Do you want a massage? - Xander suggests -. It will help you relax.
Alexei opened the eyes and stared at his expression. There was no trace of malice, and his voice did not distill ulterior motives, that of course was not proof enough that the Omega would not try to stab him in the heart if he was careless, though it was a start. Now he didn't know whether to feel good about it or not. A chuckle escaped Xander by sensing his distrust.
-It's a simple massage, Magnus. I don't plan on cutting your throat with one of my claws.
-So that was your real purpose? - Getting another laugh in response, Xander denying funny with his head.
-I already told you no. Come on, don't be a crybaby, it'll help you. I used to give massages to my grandmother when I was a child, she said I was very good - Alexei didn't miss the fleeting trace of sadness on his face, but he recovered and looked at him ironically again.
-Fine - Nodding resignedly -. But if I feel a strange movement, no matter how tiny, I will punish you.
-That sounds interesting - Xander smiles, purring seductively -. Maybe I want to get in trouble.
Before Alexei could reply, he already had the Omega at his feet, who in one swift motion slipped the sheet that still covered him, leaving his half-naked body exposed. Xander brought the hands to his right foot, holding it firmly but thoughtfully, and with the fingertips, began to massage it with circular flows.
The Alpha closed the eyes again, letting the relaxing sensation that was boarding his body take over. It was really good, his hands, delicate and soft to the touch, knew exactly where to press and where to caress. After a few minutes, the Omega focused on the left foot, working the same procedure. Alexei's breathing became so slow that Xander thought he had fallen asleep, but he still didn't give up the task.
One finished massaging the foot, he moved to the thick calves covered with thin, dark hair. First one and then the other, he climbed slowly up to his thighs, spreading the legs of the Alpha a bit to sit between them. He stopped and looked for a moment at Alexei's face, extremely still and calm, his chest rising and falling with parsimony.
Xander took the liberty of appreciating him for another while before returning to focus on his work, squeezing and smoothing his palms on those strong, toned thighs. He pressed and caressed all the muscles around them, releasing the accumulated tension as much as he could, having a bit of a hard time due to having such small hands.
When he considered that it was enough, he continued to climb up the large body, admiring everything in his path. He stopped suddenly when he noticed Alexei's crotch, surprised to see the growing lump hidden under the clothing. He glanced at his face, but it was still so peaceful, he seemed to be asleep.
«Maybe in his dream he's stimulated by my touch», Xander thought innocently. Glancing back at the large mass beneath him, he resumed rubbing, overlooking the almost awake dick that threatened to poke him in the eye if he wasn't careful. Touching that warm, solid belly, his back was in an uncomfortable position, so he sat across the Alpha's hip, with both legs at the sides, resting his weight on the knees so as not to crush him. However, his butt could still create friction in his excitement.
He stroked with the fingertips that hardened stomach, passing the digits through the cracks in his abs. Alexei truly had a great body, every muscle properly worked and toned, though without being overdone. Xander was enjoying every second of being able to touch him, because during the times they were together, it was usually the Alpha who took the reins and only managed to reach his broad back to bury the nails in the middle of the climax or the strong arms when he couldn't get that far.
This was the first time his hands had ever tempted beyond that, and the sensation was thrilling. His skin was tingling, his excitement was aroused too, although he tried to control himself and focus on the massage he was offering. His hands were now on the flat chest, making slow, even hoops. Unable to resist, he ran the fingers around the brown nipples, fascinated by how they immediately stiffened. His mouth was watering, he wanted to taste them.
He leaned in and pulled the face as close as he could, stopping inches away, waiting for some reaction from Alexei. Getting none, he stuck out the tongue and very gently circled the halo on the right button, swallowing the salty taste of clean skin and leaving a trace of moisture behind.
He paused again and watched the Alpha, which was still resting with no sign or evidence of having been disturbed, so Xander moved the head and did the same with the left nipple. This time he dared to put it in his mouth and suck it, without doing much suction and with the tongue rubbing it.
Xander felt his body getting hotter and hotter, his cock hard inside the tight underwear. Due to lust, his eyes changed to a light yellow tone and the tail appeared and began to sway back and forth with restlessness.
«This is wrong, he might get angry if he wakes up», he thought, in a slight moment of clarity. Until he noticed that the member under his ass went from being half stiff to fully attentive and willing. Xander moved over that hard cock without putting any more effort into avoiding it, exerting friction between the two, over the thin layers of cloth which separated them.
He really didn't expect to end up taking advantage of Alexei when the idea of the massage came to him, but he couldn't stop anymore, his body wouldn't obey him. A low moan escaped his lips and he quickly covered the mouth to suppress the sound. He looked at the face that remained unperturbed and that gave him the incentive not to cease his will. He continued to rub his cock against Alexei's, longing for more direct contact, but not daring to go any further.
His breathing was stirring and small drops of sweat were running down his forehead. Suddenly, two powerful hands squeezed his ass firmly, bringing them closer together, causing the two erections to collide. He opened the eyes in astonishment and before being able to react, he suddenly was turned over, lying on his back as Alexei's tremendously muscular body was positioned above him and between his legs.
-You're a perverted kitty. Isn't that right? - he whispers with a smile, using a low, hoarse tone because of the effects of his uncontrolled libido, the eyes were now a deep, dark blue -. Taking advantage of a sleeping man.
-Magnus, I-I don't... - couldn't form an eloquent phrase due to the nerves and shame of being discovered.
-If these were your real intentions, you should have told me from the beginning - leaving kisses with lips half-open along Xander's neck.
-At first, it wasn't... - Xander admitted, making a futile effort to regulate his breathing.
-No? - Raising the face to look into his eyes. Xander shakes his head in denial, feeling himself caught in that intense stare.
-No - he manages to articulate a little more firmly -. But then... I couldn't resist.
They both stare at each other, simply enjoying the proximity. Xander brings the hands to Alexei's face, cupping his cheeks and caressing the cheekbones with the thumbs. He admires every faction of the Alpha's masculine, handsome face, while he just lets himself go and slowly approaches, melting them into a passionate, unbridled kiss.
«God, kissing him feels so good», thought the Omega, sliding his tongue into the Alpha's mouth cavity, savoring the sensations blossoming in his body. Alexei wrapped those strong arms around him, making the distance between them even shorter, now every inch of skin was rubbing against each other.
Xander immediately imprisons his waist with the legs, moving his own in circular movements to rub both erections again. A groan escapes from his throat between the hot, wet kiss they were sharing. Bringing a hand up to the Alpha's neck, he then slides it to the chest, delighting in the feeling of the muscles tightening under his touch. He follows the course to his stomach, encircling the belly button with the fingertips.
Further down to the firm underbelly, plays with the boxer strap. Alexei's breath is momentarily caught in his throat, anticipating the next move. The caresses continued, and just as that mischievous hand was about to reach his cock, the phone rang, jumping from the vibrations on the bedside table. The two men stood still, still with their mouths on each other, until finally they decided, with great effort, to separate.
Xander gets up to head to the bathroom, closes the door after entering, and drops onto the toilet seat, making an effort to regulate the restless breathing and control the runaway heart. Alexei sits down on the edge of the bed, glances at the name on the screen with all the hatred that has built up inside his body, and before answering, lets out a deep grunt.
-What the fuck do you want, Yaakov? - he answers roughly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
-"Goddamn it, Magnus. Where the hell did you sneak off to now?" - he could sense the tone of discomfort latent in his cousin.
-Just tell me what the bloody hell's going on.
-"I should be asking you that. Have you seen the time?".
Strangely enough, he pulls the device away from his ear to confirm the time. He can't help but be stunned by the discovery because when Xander had woken him up earlier, it was a little after six and now it was already nine-thirty. «Has it been that long?». Places the device back over the ear, using the support of his shoulder to hold it. He gets up to get dressed, juggling to keep standing and continuing to answer the call at the same time.
-"Well?"- Yaakov insists upon getting no answer -. "Where the hell are you, Magnus? I'm getting tired of you playing hide-and-seek every fucking morning".
-And I'm getting tired of telling you to mind your own damn business. What I do with my time is none of your business. Look... - quickly interrupts the complaint that he was sure his cousin was going to say -. Assemble the team in the conference room in an hour. I need to talk to everyone.
-But, Magnus... - he hung up on the call. He rushed to finish covering himself. By the time he had slipped the last button through the buttonhole in the shirt, the bathroom door opened. Xander leaned back on the frame with both arms across the chest, smiling tenderly before speaking.
-So... In an hour in the conference room?
-That's right. Don't be late - Alexei warns him, putting the phone in the inside pocket of his vest. Silence settled in between them until Xander came over and put the hands on his chest.
-I hope the massage helped - whispers, giving him a flirty glance, batting the long eyelashes.
-Surprisingly it did - and he wasn't lying, even though he was still aware of the ravages of his excitement, his body felt lighter and more restful -. At night you could finish it - by sliding a hand around his waist.
-Of course, Mr. Magnus - Xander assures, smiling mischievously.
They approach to dive into another deep kiss, which only because of the lack of air minutes later, they were forced to finish. Having nothing more to add to prolong his visit, Alexei turns and when he reaches the door, he sticks an ear to the wooden surface for a few seconds, trying to detect any movement. He opens it cautiously, after considering it is safe.
He looks in all directions before going out and into his suite, leaving a stunned Xander standing in the middle of the bedroom, trying to control the knot of emotions inside him.