Title: “Help me, step-Regent, I’m stuck”
Author: Timothy Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Alec | Regent/Brian Laborn | Grue, Background Alec/Taylor Hebert/Brian Laborn/Amy Dallon/Lisa Wilbourn (polysiders/amysiders)
Word Count: 4,816 (Complete)
Tags: Established relationship, first time bottoming, enthusiastic consent, anal play, rimming, stuck in a wall (not really), roleplay
Warnings: Alec-typical background references (vague mentions of his upbringing), Nikos Vasil’s A+ Parenting
Summary: When his teammates act out silly porn tropes as enrichment for his enclosure (and his birthday), Alec was really not expecting Brian to join in on it.
For the week of his birthday, an arbitrary date chosen for his forged documents by Lisa– and therefore, automatically more meaningful than the actual mysterious day of his birth– Alec’s teammates had been indulging in something completely ridiculous and surprisingly hot.
The exact kind of thing he made jokes about but never expected anyone to actually go along with. Namely, bad porn tropes that made him cackle like a possessed thing.
The first, second and third time had been hilarious and exciting but mostly touching in a weird way, because they were obviously doing it for him, indulging in his clearly immaculate sense of humor.
Lisa in the dryer had been so funny and surprising.
Then Taylor got ‘stuck’ under the bed, leading to a cute little scene for both of them.
Amelia trapped in a plant monster had been the most creative and the silliest of the displays.
Honestly, Alec figured they were done with it and had already relegated it to a fond set of memories. Unexpected, and filling him with weird bubbles in his chest like acid reflex, glittery and warm.
Then he came into the loft, mostly not paying attention, thumb scrolling on his phone, and nearly tripped when his nerve-sight told him something crazy.
His head jerked up, eyes confirming it.
There was a hole in the drywall in the wall connecting to one of the bedrooms, not that you could see it. Brian was in the hole in the wall, filling it nicely—snugly, even. Only his jeans were visible from the hips down.
“Oh, no. Help me. I’m stuck.” Brian said in the most bored, dead-pan tone of voice, and Alec realized this was real, pocketing his phone.
“Holy shit, how’d the girls convince you to do this?” He asked with breathless awe, stepping further into the room.
“What are you talking about.” Brian said flatly. “I’m really stuck.”
Alec had to suppress his glee.
“I can’t believe you punched out the drywall for this.”
“Are you going to help me or not?” Brian snapped, amusement carrying in his undertone despite himself.
“No, I’m into it, I’m into it.” Alec snickered to himself. “I’m just surprised that you are.”
He sank to his knees near where Brian was ‘stuck’, noting that the point of damage to the wall aligned suspiciously well with where Lisa slept on the other side of it.
“You’re not on your knees, so I really hope the other side of this hole conveniently opens up over Lisa’s bed.” Alec said, running his hands over the back of Brian’s thighs. “Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Brian’s breathing picked up.
Not being able to see his face was unfortunate but consider: Alec could ‘see’ through the walls and also pick up what he was feeling if he tried.
Namely curiosity, confusion, embarrassment, nervousness, and the barest hint of fear that Alec tried to sooth out of him with petting.
“We’ll definitely have to keep talking with something like this, make sure you’re good. You know, while I help you get unstuck.” Alec said leadingly.
He felt Brian swallow. His throat worked as he tried to speak.
“How are you set up over there? The front half, I mean.” Alec prodded.
“You can see it.”
“Yeah, but I want you to tell me.” Alec didn’t go for his pants or even touch anywhere particularly lewd, keeping his hands to outer thighs and calves.
“Just laying on the bed.” Brian said. “Only way to really stand, bent over like this.”
“Forearms braced on the mattress?”
“No, under my head.” Brian said, shuffling slightly. “Weight on my stomach. C’mon, man, you know this.”
“Mm.” Alec let his eyes go half-lidded, really appreciating.
He dug in his thumbs in Brian’s back pockets and tugged a little, almost surprised when the jeans obediently slipped down an inch or two off his hips.
“How’d your fly get undone, huh?” Alec asked, amused. “Not a normal hazard of uhhh drywalling. Or whatever you were doing to the wall.”
“Home repair.” Brian said, a little dryly—and heart beating faster. “You know how it is. Must have gotten undone when I was trying to wiggle out.”
“Heh, nice.” Alec said. “Maybe you should try more wiggling, see if it helps.”
“You just want me to shake my ass.”
“Mm, guilty.” Alec palmed it from the hip-side, staying well away from Brian’s cleft. “In fairness, it’s a really nice ass.”
Brian’s breath stuttered.
“Maybe I could get out, without the extra layers. Padding things.”
“See? That’s what I like about you. So innovative. Excellent problem-solving skills.” Alec reached around and found the jeans both unbuttoned and unzipped, as promised, and slid his hands in the opening to widen it.
Hot, warm skin bumped against his wrist from Brian’s boxers, as if Alec couldn’t already feel how hard he was.
He slid off the jeans, slowly tugging them down Brian’s hips and then thighs until the other boy could step out of them.
“What about now?” Alec smiled, brushing his mouth against the hem where boxers met thigh. “Think you can slide out?”
“Uhhhh.” Brian trailed off uncertainly as Alec mouthed at the back of his leg, getting the edge of the fabric damp. “No?”
“Shame.” Alec said, pulling a little, feeling Brian basically gulp. “Maybe if we take off the boxers, too.”
Left unsaid was that the waist was outside of the wall, Brian’s shirt rucked up a little. His pants and underwear had no bearing on his ‘trapped’ status and also there was about three inches of wiggle room around the diameter of the hole.
“Okay.” Brian breathed, tensing and untensing his legs. Shifting, restless, in Alec’s nerve-sight.
Alec traced his palm down the back of Brian’s spine, over his ass and down his thighs again. He kind of missed seeing his face; he was sentimental like that, these days.
“Cool.” Alec slowly removed the offending garment, leveraging it gently over the hard cock in front. Brian widened his stance to accommodate.
Cool air hit his bare ass and dick, making the darkness shaker shiver.
“That help?” Alec asked, flat voice lifting with a trace of curiosity. He repressed a grin.
“Uh, sure. Probably.” Brian shifted from foot-to-foot. “Still stuck, though.”
Alec chuckled a little.
“Yeah, and what are we going to do about that?” He traced around Brian’s ankles, felt him shiver again. “Last I checked, my boyfriend wasn’t into butt stuff.”
“Amazingly, that never came up in the planning.” Brian said dryly despite little shake in his voice. “Lisa’s convincing like that.”
“Sweet Lisa.” Alec leaned in, let his breath hit one gorgeous cheek. “You know, she got herself ‘stuck’ in the dryer last week?”
“You only talked about it all day.” Brian rolled his eyes, moved his arms a bit—rubbed his delicious chest against the sheets.
“It was shocking!” Alec defended. “Totally unexpected, best birthday present ever. And then Taylor got stuck trying to get something out from under the bed… no idea why she didn’t unleash the swarm to get it…”
“No bug talk during sex.” Brian said immediately, knee-jerk, and Alec buried a snicker into the meat of his ass.
“My bad, my bad. Anyway, I never expected it from you, even after Amelia’s… turn.”
Alec reached up and grabbed hold, kneading Brian’s cheeks, felt the gasp and the full-body clench it initiated.
“It’s not like we planned this,” Brian lied, badly. “And if we did, we’d have left some lube on the floor to your right.”
Alec had seen the lube. He was still working on the believing.
“You expect me to believe Lisa—our Lisa, sweet Tattletale, Thinker 7—forgot the small detail that we hadn’t worked up to assplay yet?”
“Well when you put it like that…” Brian huffed, shifting his weight again.
“Taylor, on the other hand, really loved me playing with her back here. She was so embarrassed I thought she’d catch fire, but also really, really into it. Like—really. We might have unlocked a new kink. You’re welcome.”
“Uh, thanks? It’s not like she’s asked me for anything… uh… related.”
“She will.” Alec laughed, breathing out again—more between the cheeks this time. “Bet you fifty she comes to one of us for anal in the next few days.”
“Sure, I’ll take that bet.” Brian seemed dazed. “Wait, you really think so?”
“The way she was screaming? Yes.” Alec rolled his eyes, dug his thumbs in. Pressed his face closer. “I don’t suppose you want to see how sensitive you are?”
“I—kind of? It’s scary as hell, babe. You sound like you want to eat me alive.”
“Just a little.” Alec admitted. “Safeword?”
“No, stop, or don’t?” Brian nudged him with his calf, barely able. “I refuse to believe any of the girls were worried about you back there; I’m not either.”
“They were all gratifyingly fearless.” Alec admitted. “Even Claire was more excited than scared—you know that jittery not-fear that comes with being tied up?”
“Intimately.”
Alec snorted. “Okay, fair, you still blush so pretty when I go down on you.”
Thumbs spreading Brian’s cheeks, now, watching with more than one sense to see if he’d tense up in a bad way. He was panting into the pillow, now, holding himself very still.
Muscles clenched, glutes shaking with tension.
“Fuck, Bri, you shaved for this.” Alec shivered, leaning in to lick a purposeful, long stripe between his cheeks.
“Jesus Christ!” Brian went all the way up onto his toes, a full-body shudder running through him. “I knew you were going to, but that felt so weird, baby.”
Alec licked him again, eyes falling shut, half-living in the way it felt for Brian—tracking his nerves, the overwhelming surges of emotion.
He slurred his answer against Brian’s hole and grinned into it when the darkness shaker thrust back, eager for more, only to pull away as soon as it was delivered—a back-and-forth uncertain rocking.
Brian let out a steady litany of curses as Alec tongued the outside of his ass, never dipping in anywhere. He alternated between flat and pointed, never paying too much attention to the actual hole.
Reaching a hand around, he fondled hot cock and kept his mouth busy until slick practically drooled out, coating his fingers.
“Okay, okay, that’s good, I’m done. You did great, Bri. So good.” Alec pulled away and wiped his mouth, stroking Brian slowly.
The other boy fucked up into his hand, making wrecked little noises.
“I kind of—fuck, I kind of see the appeal? You could do anything back there and I couldn’t stop you.” Brain clenched the sheets. “I don’t have to be ready for more, you could just take it.”
“Annnnd that’s where we cross one of my lines, mon force.” Alec said easily, nipping at a cheek, earning a harsh groan. “Our first time is not going to be with you stuck in a wall.”
He trailed a fingertip over Brian’s wet hole and thought about it, though. Watched his boyfriend tremble.
“As tempting as that is, I want you to want it. To not be even a little afraid.”
“Closer by the day,” Brian breathed. “God, I think I would let you.”
“Not today.” Alec hummed, with genuine regret. He slid around Brian’s front, barely able to fit. “You’re going to be the first use of this porn trope where someone gets a blowjob, actually.”
“Is that sanitary?”
“It’d probably be fine, but Tattletale left us a gift.” Alec swept a hand out, grabbing the little travel mouth-cleaning stuff. Some little brush thing, a towelette. “There, minty fresh. Blowjob?”
“Yes, please.”
There was barely any room between Brian’s body and the wall. It was awkward. It was so fun. Alec got to sit on his ass, oddly comfortable.
He worked with his hand at first, establishing a rhythm. Pressed a kiss to the tip, as was tradition. Felt Brian’s breath hitch.
“This is kind of like a glory hole.” Alec mused. “A shame. I like being able to show off, look good while I’m doing this. Don’t you like to watch?”
Brian moaned, nodding, knowing Alec would see/feel it.
“Because I’m pretty?” Alec fluttered his lashes, licked the tip softly.
“Fuck, you know—know exactly what you look like,” Brian panted. “Very pretty.”
Alec flushed a little.
“The real tragic thing is I can’t talk and suck cock at the same time.” He lamented, not for the first time. He mouthed against the shaft between words. “I had—a hot—thought I—wanted to tell you.”
“Oh yeah?” Shaky, shaky.
“Mm. I’m the only one who wasn’t gotten a turn yet.” Alec pulled Brian’s cock into his mouth slowly, bobbing his head and sucking it all the way down six, seven times before sliding off again. “How’s that fair?”
Well, Rachel also hadn’t played yet, but Alec could scarcely imagine it. Their Brute handcuffing herself to random furniture, stating a flat, “There, I’m stuck. Are we going to fuck or not?” Amusing to consider.
“Guh?” Brian said, intelligently, a fine layer of sweat erupting on his body.
“Right? Imagine we don’t patch this hole right away.” Alec shimmied a little, dropped his free hand—the one not stroking while he talked—to his own lap, palming his dick through the layers.
He was still fully dressed, tragically.
“Me, in a skirt. Panties underneath. Lacey. Something about flipping the skirt up is so damn hot.”
Brian agreed, cock jumping in Alec’s hand.
“Would you fuck me like that, mon cher? Drop trou and put your fat cock in me, without any kind of prep?”
“No,” Brian said, frowning. “Wouldn’t—that—hurt?”
He was panting, pleasure rising with Alec’s mouth and tongue.
“Nah, I’d get ready first. Finger myself thinking of you, get all stretched and slick.” Alec grinned. “Plus, the burn can be nice. I’ve only had it that good once or twice, but being opened gently on a cock can be a delicious experience.”
Most of the time it wasn’t nice but those few exceptions could make somebody… curious.
Brian was flushed all over, red under his dark skin. Alec trailed pale fingers up his length, thinking of values and shading, of painting this.
He was thinking of it. Wondering what it would be like, had never put anything in his ass before—Alec could feel the nerves singing, unpracticed muscles clenching down on nothing.
“You don’t have any point of comparison.” Alec realized, “Besides my mouth a minute ago. Do you want…?”
He trailed off, sliding the hand in his lap—such sacrifice, Alec is truly the paragon of virtue—around to Brian’s ass again, rubbing slowly on the outer rim.
Brian jumped against him, biting his lip. Jerking every few seconds in pleasure.
“It feels good, yeah?” Just rubbing the outside was enough, nerve endings igniting. The anus was such a sensitive area and Alec could feel it all.
“Let me know if you want me to stop.” He said, before diving down—hollowing his cheeks as he pulled in Brian’s cock like the goddamned seasoned professional he absolutely was.
Alec lost himself in it for a bit, familiar pleasure, riding the waves Brian’s own body sang out—nerves and muscles, his system a cluster of bright ectasy that echoed strongly into Alec’s own body.
The connection grew until he felt like he was sucking his own cock, a not-unfamiliar experience, and he thrust into the fabric of his pants, whining with frustration. Pre made his boxers a disgusting mess.
“Mm, yeah, like that.” He moaned nonsense, taking breaks to lick and savor up the shaft, to pull heavy balls into his mouth, to rub his cheek against the tip. Not as effective when his lover couldn’t see him but devastating all the same.
“Alec—Alec.” Brian gasped out his name, cursed viciously into the pillow. Alec rubbed his fingertips over the rim of his hole over and over again, catching there, activating all the nerves.
He thought about pushing his luck, dipping in, pressing the first knuckle into the hole trying so hard to suck him further, but decided the tease was better for now. No burn, nothing—else—new, no hesitation or uncertainty.
If they stuck to this than Brian wouldn’t have to think at all and it was a great first step, anyway. Showing him that his ass could feel good.
Plus, none of his teammates had so much as hesitated to do this for him, knowing they were safe even when they invited him to perve on them– and they were a hundred percent correct.
Brian was going to have to ask for it, if not beg like Taylor, and Alec was fine with that. More than fine with it, he was looking forward to it.
His boyfriend was practically in tears just from this, pleasure aching through him in a symphony of dancing nerves and flashes of pleasure.
“You ready to finish?” He asked, voice sultry, and felt the sharp nod Brian gave him, the desperately breathing bellows of his lungs. “Okay, sweetheart, I got you.”
Alec took the head in his mouth, leaving his hand on the shaft. He coordinated the movements, rubbing cock and hole at the same time, sucking the tip of his cock and the first few inches into the softest part of his mouth.
“Mmm.” He hummed, savoring the flavor, and letting vibrations roll up. He sucked leisurely, softly, working with both hands and then flexed his power—not necessary, but so satisfying.
Flickered delicate lines of control up and down every erogenous zone, the map of Brian in his head lighting up like a power grid. Ass, dick, prostate, nipples—fuck even the delicate nerves at his neck and thighs and back, that would sing if Alec drug his nails down them.
Alec moaned again, encouraging Brian to fuck his mouth—to use the scant few inches he’d been given, the rest obscured by Alec’s palm and fingers, and rub the head against Alec’s soft tongue.
Sucking softly and rubbing his hole was a diabolical combination and it wasn’t a few moments before Brian came all over his tongue with a pained cry.
“Fuck,” He said, with feeling, and Alec laughed softly. “Goddamn. You did this to the girls?”
“Nah.” Alec stroked him through the aftershocks and then slipped away, stood. “They like my dick just fine. Lisa’s pussy, Taylor’s ass—and you probably don’t want to hear what Claire and I got up to with all the tentacles.”
“Maybe later.” Brian collapsed against Lisa’s bed, a fine tremble going up all his muscle groups. The come-down was already hitting him hard.
Alec slid behind him, running two fingers slowly over his entrance, which was wet with spit and a bundle of disturbed nerves to his power.
“You liked this, right?” He checked, as if he couldn’t tell.
“Y-yeah.” Brian pulled his pillow up close, buried his chin in it. “I was half-expecting you to finger me, though.”
“Thought about it.” Alec admitted easily, dipping against his hole again, rubbing more softly than he had earlier. “You still a little scared?”
“Less.” Brian said, after a moment of thought. “Fuck, why does that feel good?”
“Lots of nerves there.” Alec jerked a few for fun, lighting them up in his power, and the hole winked at him. He groaned, palming his cock.
“You care if I jerk off back here?” He asked, checking and also enjoying the rush of embarrassment and pleasure-curiosity-horniness that the words evoked.
“Go ahead.” Brian said, breathless.
Alec kept his hand on Brian as he used the other to unbutton and push down his own pants, impatient. He fished his cock out through the boxer slit instead of pushing them down, fisted it with a sigh.
“Are you gonna—uh—keep—”
“Playing with your ass while I jerk it?” Alec smirked, breath coming faster as he fucked his hand. “Yeah, planned to. Want me to stop?”
“… nah.”
“Bet.” Alec’s mouth dropped open to pant as he increased the pace—for both of them. Brian couldn’t come again from this, but it sure as fuck felt good, the endorphins from his orgasm stirred up and kept around by the stimulation.
“You can…” Brian bit his lip. Fascinating. What could he be shy about now?
“Yeah?” Alec asked, imagination running wild. Finger him, fuck him, drive right into him and watch him cry for it? None of it was applicable and Brian didn’t want mean; he wanted sweet and soft.
“Is it still called dry humping if we’re not wearing clothes?” Brian asked, a laugh in his voice.
He wanted Alec to fuck against his hole without slipping in.
“Fuck.” Alec groaned, shamelessly nudging closer to do just that. “I think this is called hotdogging by the way.”
“It is not.” Brian laughed, breathless, as Alec slid against him lengthwise and then pushed his cheeks in, creating a vulgar and gorgeous picture that squeezed him just right.
Brian’s breath hitched again as Alec’s thrust rubbed against his hole firmer than his fingers had, a less-precise feel. The flushed red head caught against his rim and they both shuddered.
“Totally is.” Alec laughed, reveling in all the sensation. “I want to make a joke about just the tip but I don’t think I’d be joking.”
Every time a thrust caught on Brian’s hole he could imagine it so clearly.
“Really—uh—really expediting the sexuality stuff, over here.” Brian laughed under his breath. “Fuck, if this isn’t gay, nothing is.”
“Kinda—the—point, Bri.” Alec punctuated each word with a slick, catching slide and it felt so good. So dirty.
“Okay.” Brian said shakily, biting his lip, “Yeah, okay, fuck.”
“Okay?” Alec asked, train of thought lost by the hot feel of it, lost in the rhythm.
A soft version of humiliation sprung up in the body beneath him, warm-yellow-soft-pink and shit, embarrassment and shame and shyness rising to the forefront.
“You’re really gonna make me say it?” Brian gasped.
Alec laughed.
“I don’t know what you mean, for real.” He took himself in hand, rubbing the head up and down Brian’s crease. The sensation was centered on his cockhead and it almost hurt how intense it was, even as his hand stroked the shaft.
He got the feeling that saying it was somehow worse than everything they’d done so far, which was thrilling and exciting for Alec—what the fuck was Brian about to say?
“Just the tip,” Brian said in a small voice, cheeks absolutely aglow with blood, and he buried his face in the pillow immediately after.
“Oh, fuck.” Alec felt like he’d been electrocuted, he couldn’t believe Brian said that. Shit, he was going to reward him so much after this.
But first obeying the sweet request and Alec wasted zero time in sliding himself against Brian’s hole directly, smearing pre.
Brian fisted the sheets and groaned, legs shaking. The cocktail of shame and pleasure and trust and love wasn’t unlike what Taylor had felt as he did the same exact thing to her.
“You know,” Alec said, grunting with effort. “When people say this, they don’t really mean just the tip.”
It pressed in with a mesmerizing clench and he did stop just after the ruddy head was enveloped in shocking warmth.
“But since you didn’t even let me finger you open, this is all you’re getting.” He laughed. “Does it burn, Bri?”
“A little.” The darkness shaker groaned and Alec slipped into his skin just to see, the barest phantom touch of power. He was relaxed and loose from all the massage and though it felt—unbelievably big, it didn’t hurt.
The stretch was incredible, though.
Alec withdrew, feeling the muscles clench from both bodies, and pushed the head around with small, rhythmic circles. It felt great for both of him.
When he pushed in again, Brian’s legs were shaking, glutes clenching. His body sucked Alec in like it wanted nothing more than his dick, his whole dick, and nothing but his dick.
Fortunately they really hadn’t prepped him so even when it tried to suck him further it didn’t get too far, and the slow give of sphincter didn’t allow for him to do the cliché and take more than he was offered.
Alec gripped his cock tight and rocked back, fucking in and out with the bit he was allowed, feeling a fine sweat break out anew over Brian, who was getting hard again—who had, truthfully, never fully softened.
Brian made a strangled noise, muffled by cotton.
“How does it feel so fucking good?” he demanded, rocking into it, rocking—not shamelessly, the shame was still there, delicious and overwhelmed by blind pleasure, but Brian really had never fucked his hips like this and it showed.
The inexperience and lack of rhythm was so fucking sweet and Alec wanted to see his face, to bury his forehead in Brian’s neck and plaster against his back, close and intimate.
“Doesn’t—doesn’t count as our first time.” He insisted, keeping it so goddamn shallow.
“Sure, babe.” Brian laughed, half-hysteric. “Whatever, ah, whatever you want.”
Alec jerked back, achingly close and not wanting to slip inside by ‘accident’. He braced one hand on Brian’s back and used the other to strip his cock furiously, too fast and too hard.
It was over the edge of too much, but he was so close he didn’t care, tempering the pain with the pleasure Brian was still feeling, indulging in it, mentally drowning in it.
“Don’t—fuck—don’t freak out, I think you’ll like this.” Alec gasped, waiting until the moment everything broke, with goddamn fucking excellent timing.
He moaned loud as he tipped over the edge, sliding forward to rub the head in one last time and came, spurt by spurt, in his boyfriend.
Brian’s eyes went, like, comically wide on the other side of the wall. The cocktail of emotions shifted, happy-shame and horny-embarrassment flaring hard, but all of it drowned out by excitement and that peculiar little feeling of doing something so goddamn hot and forbidden that you could come from it.
Brian didn’t, he wasn’t quite there, but it was a near thing and Alec reached around to help him out. It was barely ten pumps before come painted his hand and Alec shuddered with his whole body as the slick channel tried to pull him further in.
He actually had to brace his hand against Brian’s back to prevent it and the other boy whined hard, vision whiting out.
Alec realized he was too deep—psychically, not physically—and slowly eased back until he could see out of his own eyes. Feeling Brian’s orgasm made his cock jerk pitifully, one last rope of jizz drizzling out.
It felt warm and dirty sliding into Brian’s ass, shocking and enthralling and illicit, and Alec slowly let go of that sense, too, until he was entirely back in his own body.
His feet were flat on the ground. Chest heaving. Sweat slicked down his back and chest, balls, legs, etc. Cock barely, deliciously enveloped in velvet, molten heat.
The temptation to slide in further, to make each thrust deeper by a millimeter or less, until it took ten minutes to properly be seated—well. From two orgasms Brian was certainly relaxed enough for it, the lube was right there, and it would barely even sting.
“Our first time cannot be when you’re ‘stuck’ in a hole in the wall.” Alec said to himself, shaking his head. He eased out, one hand on himself to guide the transition, and tucked his cock back in his boxers.
Didn’t bother with the pants, stepping out of them entirely.
Slid his hands up and down Brian’s ass, reassuringly. Stared, like a degenerate, at the first clear glob of come dripping out of his very twitching hole.
On the plus side, Brian couldn’t feel him looking, being the only one of them without extrasensory powers, so he couldn’t implode from embarrassment.
“Come out of there, mon force.” Alec tugged, earning himself a very wobbly boyfriend as the taller man eased out of the drywall.
Brian stumbled into his arms, pants still pooled near ankles, and from his face Alec could tell the exact moment he felt something dripping out of him for the first time.
It was erotic as hell yet with the endorphins fading, Alec felt something else rise into place. Helpless fondness, something stronger gripping his heart.
“Shower?” He offered, nuzzling in as he’d been dying to do. Brian wrapped him in an easy hug, cradling his head close to his firm chest.
“Yes.” Brian said fervently.
He didn’t even wait for the afterglow to die down, just dragged Alec along to the bathroom like a beast. Funny how he couldn’t find it in himself to mind.