Brian’s room in the loft is less ‘bedroom’ and more ‘home gym.’ He has a weight set taking up most of the space, his bed pushed against a wall to accommodate it. There’s a little dresser shoved into the closet like an afterthought.
His bed isn’t that big or soft, either, Alec muses, as he watches the other– well, the only boy work out.
“That’s still weird.” He says to himself, idly. Himself. Herself? No, still shitty. Definitely ‘him’.
“Mm?” Brian asks, in breaths between reps. He’s on a bench lifting truly impressive amounts of weight above his chest, providing lovely eye candy. “You watching–” down, “– me workout” up, “is weird?”
“No, not that.” Alec paused. “Wait, yeah, sure. That.”
Nothing else.
“Liar.” Brian looked over, flashing Alec a surprisingly fond smile that made his heart kick a little. Gah.
“You’re supposed to be upset when people lie to you, not think they’re…”
“Cute?” Brian asked, pumping his iron with measured breath, sweat glistening. “Sucks to suck.”
“J’vais te montrer que c’est nul.” Alec muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. I’ll show you what sucks.
It was nonsense grumbling but it made him feel better.
Brian, the traitor, just laughed. Like he thought Alec was cute again, what the fuck?
“I liked it better when you were straight.” Alec complained.
“Technically.” Brian grinned again, this time looking at the ceiling to keep his composure. Probably a bad idea to laugh while lowering several hundred pounds or whatever.
Alec squinted at him.
“You’re about to say something Lisa-esque, I feel it in my bones.” Alec sighed, then gestured with his hand as he did while using his power. “Out with it, mon… force? Do you like that?”
“‘My strength?’” Brian mused. “That’s… adorable, actually. What am I even going to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things.” Alec leered, pressing the sleeve of his hoodie– of Taylor’s hoodie– against his chin. His cheek rested on his knees, pulled up to his chest. Almost shyly? No, surely not.
Brian just huffed a little air, not quite an exhale or a laugh.
“Did you ask to watch me work out to hang out with me, or to ogle my muscles?” He asked, lips twitching.
“Well if I wanted a show, I’m not getting one.” Alec complained. “You didn’t even take your shirt off.”
“I like how funny you are.” Brian said, shooting an arrow directly through Alec’s chest. Fuck. “You’re so funny and cute. I have three more reps of ten before I can come over there and show you.”
“Show me?” Alec asked.
“How cute I think you are.”
“Fuck.” Alec hid his face a little. “I’m half-awake, wearing Taylor’s jacket and Lisa’s thick fluffy pajama pants. My hair’s a mess. What’s cute about this?”
“Twenty-five more reps and you’ll see.” Brian promised. “I’m– nn– still straight, by the way.” Up, down. Up, down. Alec stared at the bulge of his biceps and the movement of his pecs, visible even through his tee-shirt.
“What?” He asked, not catching that.
“I,” Brian said, glancing over, borrowing some of Lisa’s smug. “Have four girlfriends. Not gay. Super straight, over here.”
Pump, pump, pump. He was benching more than Alec’s weight. Could he bench Alec? Pick him up?
“Two of your girlfriends have dicks. That’s a full half.” His pulse thundered weirdly still at including himself in that number. He figured they’d get tired of it soon. “Half straight?”
“Completely straight.” Brian denied. “I thought I liked a boy once, and felt all confused about it, and then turns out he’s a girl, too.”
“That’s… cheating.” Alec frowned. “I feel like that’s cheating somehow.”
Brian shrugged, taking a few moments to pant before starting the last set of ten. “If I’m some type of bi, I’ll figure it out later. It works for me like this.”
Alec’s cheeks got a little pink, hopefully not noticeable. His pallor hid a lot of sins. It worked for him?
Acknowledgement that Brian liked their fledgeling arrangement made Alec’s throat tighten up. He bit his lip.
“What if I stop being a girl?” He asked, almost tripping over it. “Don’t put that kind of pressure on me, man.”
“Sweetheart. I can still date one boy and be straight. It’s a matter of attraction. Lisa’s ace and isn’t sexually attracted to any of us, but she can still… I mean, we haven’t yet but…”
“It’s definitely a ‘yet’, I feel you.” Alec smiled a little, before falling flat. “Would you have sex with me if you’re not sexually attracted to me?”
Brian choked on nothing, almost fumbling the bar.
Alec scrambled up to spot him, though in fairness there wasn’t much he could do if Brian did eat shit and drop the bar. Maybe help a little but certainly he couldn’t pick it up on his own.
Hmmm…
“Stop for a second.” Alec said, when Brian had set the bar down on the little pegs. Brian obeyed, still getting his breath back.
Alec slithered into his nervous system and took three, four heartbeats remembering the rhythm. He could have done it faster, but that would have risked a cramp or something.
He wanted to be… oddly gentle with Brian. With his boyfriend.
Brian fought him only for an instant before relaxing into it. Alec stumbled at the bar, fingers spasming. Fuck. He’d never had someone lean into it before, to let him just…
“Not how I thought you’d be inside me but I’ll…” Brian tried for a joke that fell weakly when he caught Alec’s eyes.
“Just uh.” Alec wet his lip, staring. Shit. Fuck. He looked down, all blue eyes wide– for him, anyway. “I wanted to make sure I could have you grab the weight. If you started choking again, I mean.”
“Okay.” Brian said patiently, still frozen in Alec’s metaphorical grip. “Can you?”
“Um.”
God, what the fuck was wrong with him?
“Yeah.” He said shakily. “I mean, probably. Yeah.”
He hesitated.
Brian smiled.
“Make me do a rep?” He prompted and Alec swallowed hard.
He jerked a nod and slowly rubbed his hands– Brian’s hands– against the bar, feeling the grit and bite of the grip on his palm and fingers.
Alec rose the bar off its metal support legs gingerly. This felt weird. Usually, he suppressed the thrall’s will down as small as he could, completely dominating them. With Brian still there, not fighting him but not squashed down either, it felt like they were sharing the body. Like they were both moving it together.
The bar dipped down, their biceps burning, and touched their tits. It slowly rose up again, Brian’s muscles so strong, so controlled. Alec’s control wavered and Brian set the bar down easily.
The entire exercise had been slow, deliberate, and– somehow– really, really hot.
Alec pulled out of his nerves like he was on fire. Fast enough that Brian twitched a little.
“Sorry.” Alec said lamely.
“Don’t worry about it.” Brian looked up at him, eyes still crinkled with that fond expression shit.
Gah.
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[unrelated to the above, but a section of smut from the same verse]:
“Do you like girlfriend or boyfriend better?” Brian asked, sweeping Alec’s curls away from the back of his neck to place hot, open-mouthed kisses to his nape.
“Ungh.” Alec said, clenching his eyes closed and panting. “C’mon, right now? Really?”
“Look how pretty you are.” Brian drew slow hands down his sides, trailing kisses over his bare shoulder. “Girlfriend because you’re my pretty girl, boyfriend if you want to make me blush about it.”
“Dick.” Alec’s voice was a breathy stutter. Perhaps because how he was nearly shaking for how Brian was pressed against him, hard in his jeans. Alec arched underneath him, begging with his body.
“That’s what I’m offering, yeah.” The large boy laughed, biting his lip as he ground his clothed cock into Alec’s very, very shapely ass. Even just this felt dirty.
“Do the girls know you’re like this?” Alec demanded. “Shit, you’re like five seconds from asking for ‘just the tip’.”
“I am not.” Brian snorted. “You’re ridiculous. And no, the other girls don’t know I’m like this, because we’ve never… I’ve never…”
“What, really? But you’re…” Alec bit his lip.
“Are you about to hurt my self-esteem?”
“No, Jesus. You have to know what you look like.” Alec couldn’t help rocking back, encouraging.
“You like the way I look, baby?”
Alec moaned.
“You know I do.” He rubbed his cheek against the couch, curls caught on the motion. “C’mon, let me up. Your first time isn’t going to be with me.”
Brian’s thumb slid back and forth over the sliver of skin revealed over Alec’s jeans.
“Why not?”
“C’mon, you know why.” Alec tried to straight up and failed. He flopped his weight onto the back of the couch and sighed loudly.
“I really don’t, baby.”
“Ugh.” Alec shoved a hand under his face, moved his hair out of the way. “Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not playing.”
Alec snorted.
“Okay, that’s funny. But you know you frumble-hnd-saec.” The last was muffled by fabric and Brian laughed a little.
“Sweetheart.”
“Gah.” Alec lifted his face away from the couch. “Not you too. That’s Lisa’s thing.”
“Oh, my bad. If it’s Lisa’s thing only.” Brian sounded so amused and his thumbs stroking Alec’s waist elicited wild goosebumps on the girl’s entire body.
“I hate you.” Alec sighed again. “C’mon, get your dick off me, I’m not going to be your first time. You know you want it to be with one of the girls.”
“Do I?” A dangerous note in Brian’s voice but Alec couldn’t figure out why.
“Uh, yeah. Obviously.” He tried to wiggle away and got held tighter for his struggles, breath catching. Brian pressed hard and deliberately slow against him, making Alec bite his lip.
“You are one of my girls.” Brian leaned forward again, kissed his neck. Alec shivered.
“You know what I meant.” The master shivered.
“No.” Brian said. “I don’t.”
He kissed leisurely, meanly down Alec’s throat. A threat in the shape of his shoulders. Like he was mad. Why was he mad?
“But you’re right. It shouldn’t be here. My room or yours?”
“Mine.” Alec said automatically. “Your bed is– wait. Hang on. Really?”
His voice shook a little.
“I’m not sure how far I want to go.” Brian admitted, breath a little rough on the exhale. Right against Alec’s skin. “I do want to go somewhere, though. With you. If you want to?”
The last was with a little unsureness and Alec shivered, wanting to be closer. To whine and climb into Brian’s skin. He nodded, knowing the boy was close enough to feel it.