Note: I am fully prepare for the blasting I'll probably get at the end of this chapter.
Warning: Mild Sexual Content. Parental discretion is advised for children under 18 (not that you'll listen anyway).
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Time: 7:02 pm.
Setting: Luke's room. Room 343.
Luke: (hears knocking, opens door) Alex, I'm assuming.
Alex: (holds hand out, soft smirk) Alex Gaskarth. You must be Luke...(trails off)
Luke: (ignores handshake) Hemmings. Shall we go now?
Alex: (unperturbed, grinning) Let's.
(5 hours later)
Luke: (breathing harshly, thrusting) Damn. C'mon. Please tell me your close. (groans)
Alex: (sweating, moans) Shit. I'm about to- (releases, low groan)
Luke: (final thrust) Fuck! (climaxes) Shit. (pulls out, rolls onto the side of the bed)
Alex: (breathless) Damn. (quiet, awkward, turns to Luke and pats his shoulder) Good job, dude.
Luke: (snorts) 'Dude'. You Americans. (gets up, pulls a cigarette out of his discarded jeans, walks to the balcony) Mind if I smoke?
Alex: (sitting up) No.
Luke: (lights cigarette, drags) So that's it then?
Alex: That's it. (smirking) If it's any consolation, you were a good fuck.
Luke: Had to play the part but you weren't so bad, yourself. (wicked grin) Hope you succeeded in making that Jack guy jealous.
Alex: (blushes) Yeah. Sorry for, er, using you. Stupid move.
Luke: S'alright. We both needed distractions.
Alex: (quiet) ...do you have a Jack?
Luke: A best friend that I secretly wanna fuck but can't cuz he's hella straight? (chuckles) Not really.
Alex: Lucky you.
Luke: (quiet for several minutes) I've got something much worse than a Jack. (puts out cigarette)
QOTD: Should Alex stick around or nah?
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