The Hots (mxm)

27. The Last Straw (Sam)

   The compassion on my face is replaced by a salacious smirk when I look at the big rip on Alec's trousers and the velvety skin, showing through it. Henry and I might become very good friends if my plan works, although I feel a little guilty for taking advantage of such an unfortunate situation. But, hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

   What thrills me even more is that I see no underwear as usual. I have made it my personal mission to find out what kind my Peppercorn prefers by secretly glancing at his butt every time we are together. I never managed to spot any outlines. I doubt he's doing it on purpose. Deliberate seduction is absolutely out of his nature, or... I might be totally wrong. In any case, it will drive me insane if I don't solve this mystery soon. 

   Alec is circling the room, oblivious of my complicated dilemma, tentatively touching the numerous objects, arranged on the shelves.

   "Sam, this is so amazing," he's babbling in astonishment, focused on my action figures collection. "You have so many books and CDs and all possible game consoles. Look at this! Your parents must have spent a fortune. 

   "Not really," I smile. "I used to work on our neighbor's farms, and all the money I earned went on games or road trips." 

   "You definitely liked to play when you were younger," he remarks.

   "I still do," I glue to his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Are you ready for some playing doctor?" 

   "I love your room," he goes on, pretending that he didn't hear my suggestion. I'm sure he did, though. His ears are burning in red. "The slanted ceiling and the exposed brick wall make it so cozy. Who chose the linen? The combination of beige and navy is fantastic."

   "I did," I state proudly. "I'm the designer of all the places I inhabit."

   "Also, your townhouse?" he asks excitedly. "The Eiffel Tower curtains are my favorite! Where did you find them?"

   "Where do you think, Peppercorn?" I chuckle. "In Paris, of course."

   "Of course!" he rolls his eyes but shrieks the next moment when I swirl him off his feet. 

   "What? You don't believe me?" I start swinging him back and forth in my arms. "Or, perhaps, you can't wait to find out what punishment I've prepared for you for always challenging me."

   "Stop it," he's giggling loudly. "You're going to drop me! I'm not challenging you."

   "Think again!" I start turning him upside down while he's kicking in the air. 

   "Ok! I am!" he screams. "Because you're a cute teddy bear when you frown."

   "Well," I grumble, throwing him face down on the bed, "you're cute all the time. That's what always saves you."

   "Saves me from what?" he peeks at me from under his tousled fringe. 

   "You'll find out some day," I smirk and dig out a first aid kit from a chock-full drawer. "Let's see now what the damages are."

   "Mmm, do you want me to take off my pants?" he mutters.

   "You can't imagine how badly," I grin.

   "You aren't planning something indecent, are you?" Alec asks suspiciously.

   "Of course not," I retort, pretending to be utterly surprised by the question and preoccupied to prepare gauze pads, Rivanol solution, and skin closure strips.

   "Fine," he nods and starts unbuttoning them and sliding them down his legs while still lying on his stomach. "Promise me that you won't touch my t-shirt."

   "I... mhm... What?" If someone asks me my name right now, I will hardly be able to answer. I'm just dreamily staring at the most beautifully shaped, smoothest, and sexiest legs I've ever seen. I can lean my head on these toned thighs and just die. I'm almost scared to look up to the place that requires my attention. I might faint on the spot.

   "Sam?" Alec pulls me out of the daze. "Are you all right? You're hyperventilating."

   "Oh my God!" I gasp, finally having gathered the courage to look at my final demise in the form of two cute, rounded, firm butt cheeks. The flashy, black G strings he's wearing are the last straw. I flop on the bed next to him, sweating profusely. 

   "Peppercorn, are you always wearing this type of underwear?" I somehow choke out.

   "Why?" he asks innocently. "What's wrong with it? Doesn't everyone wear it? It's comfortable." 

   "Either you're completely innocent or you've decided to destroy me," I shake my head, trying to convince myself that pinching him is not a good idea. "Your ass is so hot that I can fry an egg on it."

   "Oh," he finally grasps the idea. "You mean my thongs are sexy. Are you turned on?"

   "Anyone who would not be aroused by this sight is either blind or most likely dead," I mutter.

   "What are you going to do then?" Alec asks tentatively, lifting himself on his elbows. 

   "I'm not going to jump you if that's what you mean," I answer, not entirely convinced that it's the truth.

   "Right!" he looks at me anxiously. "I'm injured and in no shape to... Oh dear!"

   My hand has moved on its own, sliding up his thigh and squeezing his right butt cheek. 

   "Stay still!" I breathe out and take a gauze tape, pouring some antiseptic on it.

   "Ok, I'm not moving," Alec quickly agrees and does the opposite by pressing into my hand.

   "This may sting just a little," I warn him and squeeze harder, quickly cleaning the scrape.

   "Wait! I'm not ready," he shrieks, but I've already finished and put the plaster on it.

   "Done!" I announce and ease my grip on him.

   "You could have waited a little," Alec pouts. "Henry is mean. You don't have to be like him."

   "I'm sorry babe," I coo. "Henry is definitely not the type of cock that your butt should socialize with."

   "Sam," he mumbles, "your hand is still there."

   "I know," I smirk. "Do you want me to remove it?"

   "No," Alec barely whispers.

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