"Very funny, old guy. Are you sure you're ready for this? Word is obviously out you're here."

  Jared gave Alex a wicked grin. "Question is, are they ready for me?" Laughing, Alex let Jared pull him out of the limo and into the group of students waiting to meet his guy. His hand wrapped firmly in Jared's, Alex grinned at his friends, resisting the urge to hide behind Jared's broad shoulders. He missed Jared's usual keep-to-the-background way of thinking. Sucking in a deep breath, he began introducing Jared to the dozen or so people hanging around for just that purpose. Despite his discomfort, Alex couldn't have orchestrated a more satisfying scenario to make up for the teasing he'd endured. "Sorry, I've got a boyfriend." He'd said it to everyone, male or female, who tried to get friendly. Girls took it better; being gay just made him so adorable to most of them. Guys tried to convince him being gay meant never having to say, "I'm exclusive."

  Now watching Jared shaking hands and chatting with many of the same kids who'd been determined to crack his sexual shell, a wave of relief washed over Alex. Even the hottest of the hunks that had pursued him didn't hold a candle to Jared. Alex never really doubted it, but from time-to-time, his teenage libido and Jared's unrelenting efforts to throw him into the world had threatened to undermine his decision. Glad he had nothing more than a few already confessed kisses to color the perfection of the night ahead, Alex burned with anticipation.

  With his sexual experience completely tied up in Jared, who'd never touched him below the waist, insisted they keep all their clothes on and hands off skin not covered by cloth, Alex couldn't help the nervous flutter in his stomach. Having Jared there, with eyes shadowed by lust and with the promise of tonight in his touch, added such a dreamlike quality to it all that, except for the very real ache in his balls, Alex might have thought it exactly that… a dream. Finally extracting themselves from the last of Alex's friends, they headed inside.

  Lisa and Seth were already there getting their picture taken. They stood on a wooden bridge under the sparkling lights woven through the branches of a huge papier-mâché tree. Alex and Jared took their places at the end of the line to wait their turn.

  "Lisa looks good tonight." Alex grinned, waving to her as she and Seth walked off the bridge.

  "She's a pretty girl," Jared agreed. Jared slipped an arm around him and pulled him closer. Alex blushed when the evidence of his arousal dug into Jared's thigh. His attempted escape failed when Jared wouldn't let go, instead leaning to whisper in Alex's ear, "It's been the same for me since I decided weeks ago I'd be here tonight." Alex trembled under Jared's hand, and wished the dance was behind them.

  When their turn came, they posed for their picture, Alex tucked under Jared's arm grinning. Jared glanced up at the decorations overhead. "The lights in the tree are such a lovely idea. Did you help with the decorating?" Alex's blush renewed itself at the knowing tone of Jared's teasing.

  "Jerk," Alex snorted, pulling away to escape into the club's ballroom where the spring themed decorations continued. The flowers were real, and live trees in pots were scattered among the tables, but the forest of trunks on the walls and the branches hanging overhead all intertwined with lights were more papier-mâché. There were candles on the tables in the midst of more spring flowers. Oblivious to it all, Alex headed straight for the refreshment table. He downed a cup of punch, wishing for something stronger. Jared appeared beside him, accepting a cup from the young girl staffing the refreshment table.

  "We can slow things down if you want," Jared told Alex leading him to one of the white, cloth-covered tables.

  Alex stared at him. "How about we leave now instead?"

  Grinning, Jared brushed back his hair with a familiar gesture. "Message received. No slowing down, but we're staying for a little while. I want to dance with you." They sat together at the tiny table, chairs pulled close enough their knees brushed. Even that innocent contact fogged Alex's mind. Propping his elbows on the table, he toyed with his empty cup. He watched the first few couples braving the dance floor but remained hyper-aware of Jared beside him. Lisa and Seth found them, claiming the remaining chairs.

  "Having fun yet?" Lisa teased. Seth grinned at him, but couldn't keep his eyes off Jared. Frowning, Alex brushed his shoulder against Jared. Lisa elbowed Seth. "Down boy. I think you're stuck with me tonight."

  Seth rubbed his ribs where her elbow had made contact. "Take it easy, geez. A guy can't admire the view?"

  Lisa leaned forward and seemed in danger of falling out of the top of her dress. "Depends on the view, I suppose."

  Seth looked dazed. "That one's good."

  Alex thought Seth might bury his face in her chest right there. Apparently, Lisa thought so too. She laughed, delighted. "Come on, Sexy, let's go dance and work off some energy." Seth followed her obediently onto the dance floor without another glance in Jared's direction. Lisa gave them a flirty wave over her bare shoulder and then turned her full attention to her date and her obvious commitment to the destruction of his brain cells.

  Jared laughed with genuine amusement. "The quandary of the bisexual—the cock you can't see or the boobs you can."

  Alex snorted. "He made the right decision, since I'd have to kill him over the other choice."

  Jared's brow rose. "Is that right?"

  Alex met his gaze with hot eyes. "Yes." Alex found himself rewarded for his brash words by the flexing of Jared's jaw muscle as he struggled for control. Jared's hand found his under the table.

  "Dance with me."

  Alex glanced at the crowded dance floor, the movement of bodies matching the beat of the music. A few really bad dancers stood out like sore thumbs. "Can you dance?" He'd never seen Jared dance—dancing apparently being on his 'things to avoid doing with Alex' list.

  "I have a couple of John Travolta moves I dusted off before I came." Alex wasn't amused. Jared snorted. "I can dance. Come on, I'll show you." Not reassured, Alex followed Jared to the dance floor with some trepidation. His doubt fled at the feel of Jared's hands on his hips and the movement of Jared's body against his in perfect synchronization with the music. One song flowed seamlessly into the next, highlighted by the chatter of the DJ. Jared touched Alex’s, hips, arms, hands, face. He brought their bodies together and brushed his lips over Alex's mouth, cheek, tasted his pulse.

  "Where did you learn to dance?" Alex panted into his ear, more out of breath from the effect Jared had on him than the dancing.

  "Lessons." Jared stared at Alex through half-lidded eyes, undulating his hips against him.

  His eyes went wide. "Lessons to dance like this?"

  Jared laughed and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "No. I'll show you. Wait here." Alex stood bemused as Jared left him alone in the middle of the floor and watched Jared thread his way to the DJ. When he finally got there, the guy manning the music pulled his massive headphones off one ear to listen to Jared, nodding and grinning at whatever he had to say. Jared returned to Alex's side just as the DJ announced it was time to 'slow things down' with a special song. One especially for Alex from Jared. Alex blushed, his face so hot he thought he might spontaneously combust.

  The sweet voice of Kelly Clarkson turned amused looks their way and Alex's face burned hotter. It had to be a joke, but Jared's expression said otherwise. Seeing everything he'd dreamed of for the last three years written on Jared's face, Alex took a step closer. Jared held out his right hand and, looking into his eyes, Alex took it. Jared's hand came to rest on the small of Alex's back. Alex followed him through the first steps of the dance and Jared pulled him closer.

  "This is how I learned to dance." Jared's breath brushed hot against Alex's ear. "And now I know why. It was for a moment like this."

  Dancing cheek to cheek with Jared, Alex couldn't remember his own name, much less if what they were doing was the waltz or some other dance he'd never expected to do outside of lessons forced on him by his mother. At twelve, he hadn't cared and didn't recall paying much attention to those lessons, but his feet surprised him by remembering well enough. He followed Jared through the old-fashioned dance steps if not flawlessly, at least competently.

  Caught up in the moment, Alex almost missed it when Seth swept Lisa into his arms and began to whirl her around the floor, and another couple joined them, and another, as kids began to exercise their own long unused dance lessons. Soon, couples filled the entire floor, waltzing with varying degrees of success. Alex let Jared tug him closer, savoring the feel of Jared's body moving against him, Alex's wish for the moment never to end conflicted with his need to get Jared alone as soon as possible.

  The song ended and there was a pause before the next song. The chaperones looked amazed and began to clap. The dancers took self-conscious awkward bows, laughing at themselves, and then Usher blared from the speakers and the world returned to normal. Jared tugged Alex's hand and he followed him off the dance floor, letting him wind a path between the crowded tables and shrug off attempts to stop them. Alex breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind them.

  "What just happened in there?" Jared looked back at the doors bemused.

  "Prep school, dude, they all had the same stupid lessons." Alex opened the door and peeked back into the dance. "You just ensured every guy on the dance floor is getting laid tonight." He closed the door and joined Jared on the bridge under the fake tree.

  "Every guy on the floor?"

  Alex took a step closer, running his finger under the lapel of Jared's jacket, meeting Jared's gaze with hot eyes. "Without exception."

  Jared's hand closed over Alex's. "I arranged for a cab earlier, are you ready to go, or do you want to stay a little longer."

  Alex opened his mouth to continue teasing but something in the clench of Jared's jaw and the set of his shoulders changed Alex's mind. He squeezed Jared's hand. "I've been ready to go since you showed up in my room."

  "Are you sure? I'm sorry. I thought I could handle this part better. I don't want to ruin your night. You don't have to leave, just because I'm here."

  "Jared, stop talking." Alex struggled to keep from pinning Jared against the papier-mâché tree and skipping the hotel all together. "Call our ride."

  In the taxi they sat knee-to-knee, hands clasped, fingers entwined, not daring to even speak. The elevator ride fell short of torture by the distraction of a cute little girl who offered to share her balloon with Alex. Two maids in the hall kept his hands off Jared's ass while he fumbled with the key card. The door finally opened and he followed Jared into the room, closing the door behind them.

  Only Truth

  The latch clicked into place, sounding loud in the silent room. Alex, his hand still on the doorknob, didn't turn around. In the dim light of the single bedside lamp, Jared watched him take a deep breath and then another. Jared stood back, gave him space, letting him decide. When Alex turned, Jared was there to slide the tux jacket off Alex's shoulders and crowd him against the door as the coat fell at their feet. His bottom lip caught in his teeth, Alex stared at Jared. Bracing his forearms against the wall over Alex's head, he leaned forward and brushed his lips on Alex's.

  "Too fast?"

  Alex fisted his hands in the waist of Jared's coat and shook his head. Jared hesitated. Gnawing the inside of his cheek, he studied Alex closely. Alex groaned and leaned his head back against the door with a solid thump.

  "I'm okay, Jared. I just… God, just don't stop."

  Reassured by the way Alex's eyes dilated when he rocked his hips forward, Jared cupped Alex's face in one hand and fumbled at his belt with the other. Jared rested his forehead against Alex's, eyes closed tight. When Alex's buckle finally came loose, some hybrid combination of a groan and a growl escaped Jared's control. He unhooked and unzipped the slacks in a fraction of the time the belt had taken. He struggled for control. He'd planned this seduction of Alex for over a week. He'd choreographed each poignant moment in his mind over and over again, but none of his plans had anticipated this overwhelming need to touch. A slow deep breath helped and Jared thought he had a chance of regaining the upper hand.

  "Please, Jared, touch me." Alex's plea was the kiss of death to Jared's faltering self- control. His mouth closed over Alex's, and his fingers slipped under the waistband of Alex's boxers, fingertips brushing the damp head of his cock. Alex shuddered and whimpered, thrusting his hips in a silent plea. Jared groaned and closed his hand around Alex's erection. Alex gasped and thrust into his fist. Jared's hand tightened reflexively on the rock hard flesh. It throbbed in Jared's grasp, growing impossibly harder and thicker.

  Alex jerked suddenly, crying out and arching against Jared. His orgasm rocked his body, his cock pulsed in Jared's grasp. Alex quaked with the intensity of his release, his cum coated Jared's hand.

  "Damn, Alex." Jared squeezed Alex's dick, stroking and milking it until Alex sagged, breathless and weak-kneed and spent against the door. Jared pinned him there, nuzzling his neck and ear.

  "That was not fair." Alex panted, his tone petulant. Jared lifted his head and looked at Alex. He looked back with heavy lidded, glazed eyes and an unmistakable poking out of his lower lip, currently swollen from their kisses.

  "You're going to pout now?" Jared squeezed Alex's dick. It jumped in his hand, eager for more. Alex moaned, rocking his hips forward, his hands falling away from clutching Jared.

  "It's embarrassing. You touched me and I came."

  Realizing Alex's cheeks were flushed from embarrassment as much as excitement, Jared laughed. Pulling his hand out of Alex's pants, he wiped the cum off his fingers on Alex's cummerbund.

  "Dude, ick!" Alex made a face. Jared ignored him. Capturing one of Alex's hands, he pressed it firmly against his own damp crotch. Alex's eyes widened.

  "At least someone touched you." Jared's tone was gruff but without sign of embarrassment. "Not exactly how I planned things."

  "You're still hard." Alex's hand closed around Jared's cock through the layers of material. Jared's grasp tightened on Alex's wrist.

  "Takes more than one little orgasm to kill a three-year-old erection."

  "Jared." Alex hesitated, staring into Jared's eyes, hand still on his dick.

  "Ask me anything." Jared tried to focus on what they were saying instead of the fact Alex hadn't moved his hand. Jared rocked his hips forward, unable to resist the lure of Alex's touch, hungry to feel it on bare skin.

  "I told you, about kissing those guys, but that's all it ever was just kissing. Have you, I mean, did you… never mind, I'm sorry, it's none of my business."

  Jared took Alex's hand off his crotch and threaded their fingers together. With the fingers of his other hand, he lifted Alex's chin until their eyes met. "I'm not going to lie to you Alex. Guys have meaningless sex all the time and no big deal right?" Looking disappointed, Alex tried to duck away, but Jared refused to let him go. "I told myself that more than once. A couple times I convinced myself to go out and do it, even came close once but I couldn't." Alex went still under Jared's hands. "Alex, the truth is there's been no one for me but you since the first time you smiled at me."

  Alex launched himself into Jared's arms with an enthusiasm that knocked them to the floor. Flat on his back and bemused, he stared up at a grinning Alex. Alex's fingers were on Jared's bowtie, which resisted all efforts to untie it. He managed to loosen it enough Jared didn't choke when Alex grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled, popping buttons every which way. Jared groaned in dismay. Renting a tux had just become more costly than he'd anticipated. Alex tossed aside the cummerbund, and Jared couldn't bring himself to care that it had come apart at the seams instead of where it fastened. When Alex pulled the shirt out of Jared's pants, he gave up worrying about money, or having a coherent thought at all for that matter. Alex straddled his hips and laid his hands on Jared's stomach, thumbs brushing the bottom of his rib cage. He gasped, shuddering under Alex's touch. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, but Alex's intense expression demanded all his attention.

  "Jared, I…" Alex's jaw locked and he bit off whatever he'd been about to say. Instead he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Jared's jaw. He cupped Alex's face with one hand, capturing him there.

  Jared turned his head slightly, his lips brushing Alex's curls. "Say it."

  Tensing at Jared's whisper, Alex faced him. "What?"

  "Say it, Alex, please."

  His hands resting on Jared's belly, Jared's hand on his face, Alex brought their lips together. "I love you," he breathed into Jared's mouth.

  Jared growled and rolled them over, pinning Alex under him. Shoes and socks were kicked away. They struggled out of their pants, but when Alex started to strip off his damp boxers, Jared stopped him.

  "Let me."

  Alex lifted his hips and Jared slid the boxers off, his eyes fixed on Alex's groin as his dick was finally exposed. He murmured his appreciation and abandoned the boxers somewhere around Alex's knees, leaving him to kick them off the best he could. When he puffed a teasing breath over the flushed glans, he surprised a gasp out of Alex.

  Jared looked at him, his eyes narrowed. "I'm that bad at it?"

  Alex ran a hand through Jared's hair, brushing it momentarily from his eyes. "No. I just. Well, it's you. I thought there'd be more kissing."

  Jared closed his hand around Alex's cock, causing his hips to buck into the touch. "Dude, I've been kissing you for three years. That's enough foreplay even for a chick. Tonight, I plan to suck your brains out through your dick, and I hope like hell you won't mind returning the favor." Alex's cock jumped at Jared's words, bumping against his cheek. Jared cocked a brow at Alex's reaction. "I guess you're in."

  Returning his attention to the dick insistently poking his cheek, Jared closed his mouth around it. Sucking hard and laving Alex's cock with his tongue, Jared didn't give Alex a second to recover. His cry filled the room and his hips bucked out of control, jamming his cock down Jared's throat. Jared backed off, eyes watering, Alex tried to apologize but Jared waved it off. He rearranged them, pushed Alex's thighs apart and kneeled between them. Holding Alex down with a strong hand on his hip, Jared wrapped the other around the base of Alex's cock. Then he leaned over him once more and lapped at the leaking slit, his tongue sliding over the smooth head.

 

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