CHAPTER THREE: Again, thanks for all you're feedback and don't read this is you're not supposed to. This work is copyrighted. Send me emails! I'll reply and if you have any suggests for the sex scenes, or the plot, please write. I'll incorporate your ideas.
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"I'm Mr. Cameron." Alex's dad leaned around from his desk and shook my hand. He had a classic British accent and a big smile, clearly the source for Alex's. Alex, however, had better teeth.
"I have a lot of work to do. We won't be in New York much longer, so I won't see you much," he said.
"When does Mum get in?" Alex asked.
"Late tonight, a driver will pick her up. You boys settle in and stay out of trouble in the mean time."
Alex was entrusted with a huge amount of independence from his busy parents. This may have been a weird adjustment for some people, but I was used to it.
We exited the office and returned to the lavish lobby. I was dying to sit down and let go of my suitcase. My stuffed backpack was killing my shoulders.
"Shit," Alex said. "I forgot to see where our room is. I'll be right back."
He ran back to his dad. I watched his muscular calves ripple with each step. I found a chair by the elevators and sat down. It felt so good. Alex was soon back. He impatiently pressed the up button and soon an elevator opened. We stepped inside the marble interior and it shot up, throwing me off balance. I fell into the wall.
"Easy there," he joked.
I laughed and threw a playful punch at his right arm. He gazed at me with a lazy seduction. He leaned closer to me, his eyes slowly closing. I moved in as well, and parted my lips. I could faintly smell his face, patted with aftershave. I didn't care if his dad walked into the elevator, I wanted him so bad. And then he punched me back in the shoulder. He snickered and leaned away.
"Douche bag!" I laughed.
"You were asking for it."
The elevator had stopped but, the doors didn't open. I looked at the button pad. We were on the top floor, it didn't even have a number. The lit button said, EXECUTIVE SUITES. Alex fished in his pocket for a key card and pushed it in a small slot. The floor button flashed green and the doors opened.
Rather than another hallway, they revealed a massive space filled with windows. I could see all of New York where ever I looked. Alex messed with some buttons, which lowered blinds, dimmed lights, and illuminated a room past the kitchen.
"I guess the penthouse was open tonight!" he said.
We walked towards the lit up room, which was a bedroom.
"That's probably my parents room," Alex decided. We contiuned down a hall with huge paintings and skylights. There was one more bedroom, which we entered. It had a couch, giant TV, king sized bed, windows and doorway leading to a bathroom.
"And this must be ours," I said.
We dropped our luggage and Alex dived onto the bed. I jumped on after him and grabbed hold of his legs. He wrestled me off.
"Who said this was your bed?" he teased. "You can have to couch."
"Won't you be alone in that big bed?" I asked.
"Maybe we can work something out."
I walked in to the glowing bathroom and looked around. There was a big hot tub and a glass doored shower. I reached in and pulled on the shower faucet. Jets shot out warm water from every direction. There was no door to lock the bathroom, but I figured Alex would see me naked soon enough. I stripped off my clothes and hopped in. My cock was kind of hard, just from being around Alex.
I let the water pulsate over my aching shoulders and back. I soaped up everywhere and ran the provided shampoo through my hair. The sun was setting over this city I'd barely seen. Lights were beginning to flick on; the glass on my shower was fogging up, slowly blurring out the city.
I heard the sink faucet click on. I saw a blurry shape, Alex, leaning down to splash water on his face. He could see my shower through the mirror, and waved. I wiped away the humidity where my face was and smiled. He half-smiled back and looked down, almost embarrased. Then he walked out.
I turned off the shower and pulled a white towel off the rack. I dried, wrapped it around my waist, and walked out. I followed noises to the kitchen. Alex was looking in the minifridge. He took out two energy drinks and handed me one.
"No shower for you?" I asked.
"No," he said, "I'm fine."
"I won't come in," I offered. He seemed down.
"It's alright. Drink that. You'll need the energy if we go out tonight."
I still wasn't sold. His demeanor had changed. I asked, "are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
I looked into him.
"Well," he stuttered. "This is dumb--"
"No. Go on."
"I just, I'm not used to getting physical this quickly, well, with guys. I've fucked girls but I didn't hook up with any boys until California."
I forgot he was bi. It just didn't make sense, because he had already flirted with me a lot.
"I know what already happened the past two days," he said, "and I just wanted you to stick around and know I was interested." He took a gulp of the energy drink.
"That's fine," I said. "It just threw me off a little. It's not like I'm super experienced and you're not."
"Okay," he answered, relieved. "But don't worry."
Then, he downed the can and pecked a kiss near my lips, his hand nearing the bulge in my towel. Oh, this Alex. Quite the tease.
He walked back towards the bedroom and called, "let's get changed! The night is young."
I unfolded a black collared shirt and put it on, leaving a few top buttons undone. When Alex got down to unzip his suitcase and find an outfit, I dropped my towel. I found a pair of tight black boxer briefs and pulled them on, just as Alex stood with clothes in his hands.
"How about I show you Times Square?" Alex asked, his gaze consciously assesing my underwear.
"Definitely," I responded, stepping into a pair of dark blue jeans. "As long as we can eat there."
I sat down to put my shoes on. Alex slipped off his t-shirt. His torso was built. I was skinny, but toned. Alex had muscle. But it wasn't too much. He had gorgeous collarbones and a small waist. And I didn't feel inferior, because my stomach was nicer, and tanner! He just as quickly put on a tight white undershirt and a plaid madras shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows. He pulled off his shorts, but kept his boxers. He put on some slim gray jeans.
We were energized and ready to go out on a Friday night. Last night, I was at home packing. Wednesday, out with Katy. And Tuesday was a school night! This had all happened so fast, and now things were finally getting started. A comfortable tone had been found. We could start to explore the world, and I hoped, each other.
We took a subway to Times Square. The people and lights and noise was overwhelming. It was nothing to Alex! We went in all the famous stores and ate pizza, talking all about music and our mutual friends back home. We took a cab to Central Park and sat on a giant rock, overlooking a fountain. Alex interrogated me about my sex life and I returned the favor. He learned I had only fucked one guy, but I'd hooked up with a lot and gotten my share of head in the past year. I'd never had a boyfriend.
I learned Alex wasn't "out" to his family (but he thought his mom might know) or his friends in the UK. He'd had girlfriends and they had sex, but at a party in my hometown, he made out with two guys when he was drunk, and everyone just knew he was bi. From there, he realized he really liked cock, but he was still getting used it.
So we had opened up to each other a lot more, and it had been a really wonderful night. The sun was almost completely gone from the sky, darkness starting to envelop us. Up on that giant rock, sprawled out with Alex and so relaxed, it all felt so perfect.
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