Steam on the Mirror

The Mirror

(A/N: A special thanks to eNVy194496 for this part of the story. She practically came up with the plot, and I loved it so much. I just had to use it. She deserves so much credit for this part! So thank you, eNVy! Love you!

PS: Go check her out! She writes amazing stories, as well! <3 Domo)

~~ALEKSPOV~~

I had to take a few tissues and crawl over to wipe up the stuff from the floor. This was the embarrassing part. I know nobody saw me or heard me, but I guess you can say I'm embarrassed at myself for doing such things... I always feel awkward afterwards but then I later shrug it off. No big deal, every guy jerks off.

But to the thoughts of their roommate... their best friend?

This is why I always feel so guilty. I began to strip, slipping my boxers back on but taking my shirt off. I was actually really tired now, and it was a little late. I might as well just sleep now, I guess. I threw the discarded clothing into my laundry basket and tossed the tissues into the trash. I started walking towards my bed, but I heard footsteps retreat down the hall. But I never heard them come...

Oh, no. Was that James? Did he hear me? God dammit, I was so loud he came because he thought something was wrong or some shit, and I didn't even hear him over my big mouth. If you coulda just waited for three more seconds you would've been on the bed, silencing yourself with your pillow. You're so stupid, Aleksandr. Well, he knows now...

I stalked towards my bed, feeling like a complete imbecile. It was a bad spot to pick in the first place. Right next to the door. James probably heard me from down the hall and puked everywhere. Ugh, I feel so done. It's gonna be so awkward tomorrow when we record or meet in the kitchen for breakfast.

And with that thought, a sense of impending doom washed over my entire being. What will he do when he finds out? What's going to happen to us? Will we still be friends? Will he kick me out? What if he's, like, homophobic or something?

A little candlelight of hope lit up in the thick darkness as the next thought struck me.

What if he feels the same?

~~JAMESPOV~~

I went to my bedroom still feeling slightly aroused at the thoughts in my head and the things I had just heard. But I refused to put my hand anywhere near myself. I'm going to save this all for Aleks.

Oh, Aleks. I can't wait until I tell you. I can't wait until you find out that I love you... A ripple of doubt went through my mind as that same irrational fear slipped through. Why am I so afraid? I don't understand... Am I just afraid that I won't be enough for him? Is that why I'm so afraid of finally showing myself... of finally showing how I feel? What's going to happen if I'm not everything he wants me to be..?

My head drifted off as all of the worrisome thoughts shot around. Finally. I just want to sleep now.

~~:Dream:~~

I looked around and everything seemed as if I woke up. I looked down to see my bed and blankets and all the components of my bedroom before I had fallen asleep. Only one thing was different. Instead of my flat-screen in front of me, there was a rather large mirror mounted on the wall. It stretched nearly from the floor to the ceiling, but spanning only about 3 feet wide. The mirror had a style of something you would see in an antique store: delicate, old, beautiful, and intricate. The frame was as black as polished obsidian and not a spot of dust was anywhere to be seen.

I got off my bed and stepped towards it, noticing that something was covering the glass. It was very hazy, but you could still see a little through it. It was like when you get out of the shower and there was steam all over the mirror, accept this looked more magical. Because when I looked into the mirror, surprisingly, I didn't see myself looking back. Instead, I saw Aleks.

He was on his bed in just his boxers, a slight sheen of sweat covering him, making him glisten in the moonlight that was shed through his window. He was asleep, but he seemed to be writhing and squirming around, not being able to lay still. The steam was still blocking a lot, but I did manage to get a glance at his little problem down below.

No. Not little. That was far from little. He woke up sweating and panting and he trailed his hand down himself to his bulge.

"Oh, James." He whispered. I gasped. He really wants me that much? He really loves me that much? He began palming himself through the thin fabric and he gasped and whimpered my name again, his voice full of want. If you love and want a person so much, does that mean they won't care if you're good enough? Does that mean that they don't have any expectations than to love you back?

The steam was fading, for some reason. With every new lovely thought that was provoked, the steam faded and Aleks teased himself further. I was getting heavily aroused by the scene in front of me. Aleks' porcelain skin flashed in the light and his slight muscles were stiff all over. He began to toy with the waistband of his boxers, snapping it back to his skin. "James, please." He whined out in that deep, sexy voice of his. I felt the pre dripping down me and glanced, realizing I could see his through his boxers.

Has he always wanted me this much? How could I have been so blind? He truly loves me, and now I'm admitting it. I truly love him. I'm not scared anymore. He wants me. He doesn't want anything but it, and he has no expectations. He doesn't care, as long as it's me he's with. I'll always be good enough because I'm only me, and that's all he wants. My resolve flooded quickly through me, sending a cold and lovely shock all over. Every shadow of doubt and concern was flung away from me with the drifting wave of my new found answer. The answer to everything.

Suddenly, all of the steam faded from the mirror, giving me the clearest view. I almost moaned aloud, but for some reason I bit it down. I felt like I would interrupt Aleks. He was completely naked now, slowly stroking himself. I stepped even closer, placing my hand on the mirror. My eyes widened as I saw that it gave a little when I pressed on it.

"James." Aleks moaned. I wanted in. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be the one doing that. I pushed on the glass a little harder, hearing a little crack from within it. "James, please." He moaned louder as he kept on teasing himself. His back was slightly arched off of the bed and all of his muscles flexed as he moaned again. He was so gorgeous, so hot, so sexy. He's going to be mine. He will be mine right now!

With the final thought, I slammed my hand onto the glass, breaking it, making the beautiful mirror fall into little glorious diamonds around my feet. I stepped forward towards him, breathing heavily. Just the sounds of him turn me on so much, and seeing him like this was almost enough to push me past my breaking point. I leaned into his ear, taking his member with my hand and pulling roughly, quickly. I whispered "Aleks" and he came, screaming my name over and over. 

This time I let out my moan as I looked down to him, his face contorted in pleasure as he twitched and crashed down from the climax. He was so perfect, everything about him. I love him. And I promise you, Aleks, I'll let you feel how much I love you. You'll know soon enough...