Bullets and Bruises

Chapter 16: Make Me...

The two then went in the elevator and Alistair pressed a number. 40. The elevator went up and then stopped at the designated number. Alistair unlocks the door of his apartment, number 214. The two went inside. Alexander first notices the cozy and homey feeling of Alistair's apartment. The walls are painted beige but it's classy with the wood-like sofa and chairs.

Alistair then went into a room, his bedroom. Alexander hesitated at first but follows the man anyway. Just as Alexander enters the bedroom, a piece of paper flew right in to Alexander's face but to Alistair's disappointment, Alexander quickly caught the paper.

"Read it before we start, I don't want to be the only one doing this damned thing." Alistair said. While Alexander moves on top of Alistair's bed, it's quite comfy, comfier than Alexander's own mattress. He's quite jealous.

"I'm going to change, is that all right with you?" Alistair asked the blond, referring to his suit and tie.

"N-Not at all." Alexander stuttered which Alistair sighed. Alexander tries to focus the paper he needed to read but a sound of cloth rustling interrupted the thing he's previously been doing.

Alistair, back facing Alexander, removes his top, revealing a very muscular back, sexy, some may say. It is littered with scars and bruises but it's still a sight to see for Alexander. Alistair then bends down, taking off his shoes and socks.

Deep breaths, Alexander. Deep breaths.

The albino then rubs his neck, causing his back muscles to tense and be more visible. Alexander holds back a groan. The albino then unzips his pants and bends down, revealing very, very, extremely tight black boxers that contrasted the albino's skin.

And, that's Alexander's cue to stop looking-gawking at Alistair. The assassin have a very nice body, even nicer than the football captain himself. Alexander could feel something poking his lower arm, where it is resting on his crotch.

You've got to be kidding me. Alexander thought in disbelief. Never in his life get turned on by a guy before. At least...until now.

"Are you done?" Alistair asked.

"Y-Yeah." Alexander muttered to which the assassin smirked. He knew Alexander has been checking him out when he was undressing.

Why the hell would he rubs his neck when it's not even hurting?

Alexander looks up and the sight isn't helping his 'little buddy' down there. Alistair is wearing a tight t-shirt which reveals his very well-sculpted abs and chest. At least he isn't wearing short-shorts or another tight clothing.

"Let's start, shall we?" Alistair asked and Alexander nods.

The two discussed The Merchant of Venice and its selected acts and scenes. Alistair explains it swiftly but clearly and simply, which the blond appreciated. They discuss about Antonio and Basilio's friendship and Basilio's favor to Antonio in order to impress his love, Porcia.

"You know that, a lot of people speculated that Antonio loves Basilio so he ask for money to his enemy?" Alistair informed.

"No, I didn't." Alexander meekly replied back.

"What do you think about us?" Alistair asked but the blond gives him a questioning look. "Antonio's love, my sexuality, and your grandpa's. What do you think about men loving men? Being gay?"

"I actually don't mind it. But a lot of people in our school doesn't like it. I'm actually quite surprise you're not a social outcast, I mean the..." With that simple statement, it started Alexander's rant about the discrimination about gay and other members of the LGBQ+ community. It went on for a while and Alistair is starting to lose his shit.

He just wanted to ask about Alexander's opinion not form a whole TED talk.

"...AND they would be rumors about know but..."

"Oh my god! Can you shut the fuck up?!" The man sneered.

Alexander smirked, having a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Make me."

The man stood up from his seat and began to inch towards Alexander. Each step the man take, Alexander took a step back. Their little dance continued until Alexander's back pressed the wall.

"W-What are you doing?!" The man said nothing and inch towards Alexander's face. The blond closes his eyes and he felt warm lips pressed onto his.

Alexander is stunned at Alistair's trick. He knew this would shut him up but he doesn't want this! Does he? A part of his brain is in cloud nine but a teeny-tiny part of him says...the same god damn thing. The rational part of his brain comes back when a tongue swipes his bottom lip, wanting to have access to Alexander's mouth.

Alexander pushed the skinnier man away, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. But he's panting hard. The both of them are. The kiss was soft and full of passion it's nothing like the kisses the two experienced before. Some of it were rough, forceful and full of lust but this kiss is something different. Differently good.

"Seems like you have a little problem down there." Alistair said. "Mind if I took care of it?" Alexander blushes hard and the albino laughs.

Alexander composes himself to the door. "I'm leaving." The blond said.

"Be sure to dream of me!" Alistair shouted through the door, knowing damn well that Alexander will dream of him.