Steam on the Mirror

With his Door Closed

(A/N: Warning! This part is a little graphic! While it isn't straight up smut (yet ;)   ) its pretty damn near it. I warned you, so read forward at your own risk! Enjoy <3- Domo)

~~ALEKSPOV~~

I quickly shut the door behind me, making sure it was locked. I couldn't even make it to my bed, and I didn't even care at this point. I leaned myself against the wall and reached down slowly, palming myself through my pants. I moaned softly, it was barely audible. James won't hear me, he has stuff to do. He won't come down the hall.

James... Now that I was away from his gaze, I can think any thought I want to. I want to see so much more of his skin. I want to see him naked, I want to feel him naked above me. I want his aggressive, rough hands all over me as he teases me and teases me. I want him to pound the screams out of me, making me say his name over and over...

My thoughts rolled on and I got harder and harder. The restriction of my jeans was almost painful at this point, and I happily yanked them off along with my boxers, imagining it was James doing it. I pushed myself harder against the wall, imagining that James was restricting me. I ran my hand down my body and slowly began to stroke myself, feeling the pre drip down, making me slick and wet. I moaned louder this time, but he still won't hear. He's all the way down the hall with the door closed.

I kept repeating this slow process, picturing the sexy man doing the things to tease me. I'm about done with teasing myself and I want release, so I go harder and faster, making little gasps and loud moans pour out of me as I imagined so many different fantasies. So many different little possibilities with James...

"James" I whispered then moaned aloud, loving how his name sounded, loving how I moaned it, trying to picture a situation where he would make me say it.

"James~" I held this one out. My release was nearing, and I can't stop saying his name. I can't stop thinking about how much I want him to be the one making me say it.

"James! Oh, fuck, JAMES!!" I yelled this, past the point of caring if he heard now. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts and pleasure to give a single fuck. I twitched and slid down the wall, looking at the mess in front of me on my carpet. Damn, dude. That was good.

But not as good as it could be, as it would be, if it were James.

I sighed, suddenly feeling displeased and unsatisfied. In the end, I could never completely satisfy myself. No, there is only one person in the world who would be able to. And right now, he's sitting down the hall with the door shut, completely oblivious to how I feel for him. Completely unaware that I had just touched myself to the thought of him.

~~JAMESPOV~~

I gasped silently as I heard him moan, and I couldn't help but stay where I was and listen on. I stepped closer to the area where the little noises seemed to be coming from. It was the bit of wall right next to his door.

Jeez. He couldn't even make it to his bed. I got him pretty good, didn't I?

Another moan interrupted my smug thoughts and made me close my eyes. Damn, were his moans hot. They were getting a bit louder, and every new moan sent a shock through my body and brought them coiling down to my lower region. I looked down and noticed I was insanely hard. It looked like I was about to rip my jeans.

I didn't know I could have this effect on him...

Then I heard him whisper my name. Shit! Did he catch me outside of his room? More moans followed, getting immensely louder, making me moan softly as I bit down on my lip. He couldn't have if he's still going.

"James," I heard the man say. I had to muffle another moan that threatened to escape me as I began to caress myself. Who knew Aleks could be so hot?

Obviously you didn't, you pussy. You never give him the chance! You're not in there fucking the moans out of him, you little bitch.

The loud voice snapped at me, but I almost couldn't hear it. I was too wrapped up in the sounds escaping from the Russian. I could only picture how he looks right now. Naked, pale, hip bones jutting out, muscles stiffening, face enveloped in pure pleasure, mouth open, moaning my name as he stroked himself.

He screamed, "James! Oh, fuck, James!!" and I was sent over. I wasn't even directly touching myself but yet I managed to cum all over the inside of my boxers. I had to put one hand over my mouth to stop the "Aleks" that almost escaped. I had no clue he could do this to me. I mean, I know he's turned me on before, but it's never been like this. Just hearing him and picturing him made this happen? God, I could only imagine how it would be if I actually was the one fucking the moans out of him...

I almost came again with that little thought but the loud voice yanked me out of the ecstasy.

Yeah, keep imagining. You're never going to do it. Your hand is all you'll have, bitch!

No. I will do it. I will have Aleks. He'll know how I feel, but I don't care anymore. There's nothing holding me back now, and I just need to wait and make my move. He'll let me and I know he will.

Oh, poor Aleks. Completely unaware of what you're about to get into...

(PS: I like italics.)