ALEX | BXB

CHAPTER THREE

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The room is dimly lit, Sean's stands nervously by the window, his eyes taking in the breathtaking view. Marquees, dressed in nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans, saunters over to him, a smirk playing on his lips.

Marquees wraps his arms around Sean, pulling him close, whispering into his ear, "You're so sexy , Sean." Sean breath hitches, and he nods, unable to speak.

Marquees leads Sean to the bed, pushing him down onto it gently. He kisses him deeply, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. Sean moans softly, his hands roaming over Marquees' muscular chest.

Sean pushes Marquees' shirt up, revealing his toned abs. Marquees' heart races as he feels Sean hands on his skin, and he archs his back, offering himself to Sean. Sean responds by trailing his fingers down Marquees ' chest, over his stomach, and down to his waistband, where he unzips Marquees' pants.

Sean takes Marquees' dick into his hand, stroking it slowly, assessing its size. Marquees moans loudly, his head thrown back as he surrenders to the pleasure. Sean's eyes burn with desire as he leans in to take Marquees into his mouth, savoring the taste of him.

Marquees pulls away from Sean, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. Sean's eyes widen as he watches Marquees confident stride.

Marquees thrusts into Sean rough and hard, both of them moaning as they lose themselves in the passion. Sean's hands claw at Marquees back, pulling him closer, as Marquees hips thrust into him.

Marquees flips Sean onto his back, taking control as he fucks him from behind. Sean' moans become louder and more desperate, his body trembling as he reaches his climax. Marquees continues to fuck him, driving himself to the edge as well.

Marquees pulls out of Sean, collapsing onto the bed beside him. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies glistening in the dim light. Marquees' eyes are filled with a mix of relief and fear as he looks at Sean.

Sean's pov

"Get dressed, Sean. It's time for you to go," Marquees said, his voice cold and detached.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marquees was pushing me away again, just like he always did. I felt like I was constantly trying to read his mind, to figure out what he wanted from me.

I felt a surge of frustration. What was going on with him? One minute he was all over me, the next he was pushing me away.

"What? I thought we were working through this," I said, trying to keep my cool. "I can't keep waiting for you to figure out your feelings."

Marquees shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just wanted to...move on."

Move on? From us? From what we could be? I felt a pang of hurt and anger.

"You mean move on from us? From what we could be?" I asked, my voice rising. "You're always pushing me away, but then you pull me back in. It's like you're playing games with my heart."

Marquees sighed. "I'm not playing games, Sean. I'm just trying to survive."

Survive? What did that even mean? I was the one who was always trying to navigate his mixed signals.

"Survive? What do you mean?" I asked, my mind racing. "You're the one who's always in control. You're the one who's always calling the shots."