[I run a hand through my hair and try to calm my raging nerves. Of course, given that on the other side of the door in front of me is something I’ve dreamed about but never believed would happen, the attempt at serenity is a failure. Instead, I feel myself smile and blush as possible scenes flash across my mind.
I slide the room key down the scanner and push the door open slowly. “Alex?” I call softly, but am not met with an answer. I open my lips to call again but the action turns into a gasp as I see what the room looks like.
There is one king-sized bed on one side of the room, close to a big balcony window with the drapes pulled partially closed. On the left side of the room, I see a large plush looking couch and chairs, facing a giant television and a variety of game systems. And there, standing shirtless in the center of it, is Alex.
He throws a sexy smirk at me and gestures casually to the rest of the room, his smoldering gaze lingering on the bed and me. “Glad you could make it, Vic. I was starting to get lonely.” I blush and feel myself react to his voice, specifically the underlying tone.
I force my rising nerves-and other things-to the back of my mind and manage a smile that boosts my confidence in the whole situation. Enough so, in fact, that I am now able to openly drag my hungry gaze down the length of his body and back with a slow pace. When I meet his gaze again I see that now he has a blush spreading across his face. The sight of someone I’ve always thought confident blushing like him makes my smile wider, more playful, and more honest.
"Glad to see you didn’t start without me, the beginning is my favorite." I say as I walk closer to him. I take my jacket off and lay it over the back of the couch. With a glance at the bed, i drop onto the chair and recline, portraying calm and casual, while inside I feel my heartbeat triple in speed.
Alex’s blush darkens as he walks over to sit down on the armrest of the chair I’m sitting in. His closeness sends chills down my back and I force my composure to remain in place, even as he leans close enough for his breath to dance across my neck. His hand slides through my hair slowly and i relish the feel of his fingers as they linger just slightly on my neck. “I’ve always loved your hair, Vic..”
Another shiver rolls across my body as I hear his voice drop lower, more personal, than normal. With a deep desire coursing through me, I take the sign and tilt my chin to press my lips against his. He moans a soft sound of relief, as if nervous that the whole alley had been a dream, and leans closer, deepening the kiss.
Its my turn to moan and, my nerves suddenly gone and replaced by fire-hot lust, lift one arm to run my hand up his chest slowly. A deeper, more animalistic sound comes from him and I take it as encouragement. My hands travel up his smooth, toned chest and up to tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth harder against mine.]