Make Me Come Alive
David collapsed back on his bed with a sigh, hands folded behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He was breathing quickly, he'd had a little too much to drink and his jeans felt uncomfortably tight. He'd been in the bar with the others; Tico had gone off with a couple of fans; then Jon and Richie had snuck off giggling like teenagers. David had rolled his eyes; they thought they were being subtle when in fact it was blazingly obvious. So that left just him and Alec in the bar. Alone. Together.
He rolled over and punched his pillow. Why had he been so stupid? Things had been fine until Alec had placed a hand on his arm. Then he'd bolted, not even bothering to finish his drink. David groaned; Alec was bound to know something was wrong. Hell, he was probably on his way up here right now. David decided he'd tell Alec he wasn't feeling very well. Lying as still as he could, David waited for the sound of footsteps outside his door but they never came.
Releasing the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, David stood up, drawing the curtains closed and switching on the light. He sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, tugging at his hair in frustration. He'd tried to convince himself that the feelings he had for Alec weren't real, that this was nothing more than some sort of adolescent-style crush. But he wasn't a teenager anymore. And the erection tenting his pants was definitely real. He was rock hard and achingly so. He didn't think he'd ever been this turned-on, not even when he was with April, his girlfriend. He was also pretty sure his hard-on wasn't just going to go away.
David glanced around the empty hotel room, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip. He couldn't, could he? He frowned; of course he could. It wasn't like Alec was ever going to find out and everybody jerked off, right?
A grin spread across his face and he stripped quickly, changing positions to kneel on the bed, legs spread to accommodate his heavy cock. His eyes slid closed as his fingers danced across his chest. In his mind it was Alec touching him, sitting behind him, arms around him, calloused fingers rolling his nipples, following the dark trail of hair down his stomach. David imagined Alec's long fingers curling around his cock, stroking him just right; slow and hard, speeding up as he started to thrust up. He groaned as he fisted his cock, his orgasm building and thrumming through him.
"Alec..." he whispered, his body tensing as he came.
Still breathing hard, he sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the plain walls in front of him. His hands fell loosely to his sides and he wiped his fingers on the edge of the sheets.
Arousal-flushed skin paled and David tensed as he realised he was still being held; his back against a muscular chest, strong arms around him and a hard cock nestled against his ass.
"Hey, Dave." Alec brushed David's hair from his neck, pressing a kiss to the sweaty skin.
David moaned. "Al... Alec?" He asked breathlessly, cheeks flaming red again. "Wha... What are you..."
"Ssshh..." Alec turned his attention back to David's neck, kissing, licking and nibbling lightly. He was rewarded with a low moan, the pianist rolling his head to one side to give him better access. "I want you, David, and I think... I'm pretty sure you want me." He rolled his hips forward, letting David feel his erection.
"Alec..." David trailed off with a gasp. Alec sucked hard on his shoulder, marking him, hands sliding over his chest, teasing his nipples until he arched up into the touch. "Oh... I... uh..." Alec curled his fingers around David's cock, pumping him slowly, feeling the organ swell to hardness.
"Does that feel good, David?"
"Y... Yeah." David panted, rocking his hips into Alec's touch. He grunted as Alec's cock slid between his thighs.
"Oh... Fuck... Dave, so good." Alec thrust forward; fist stroking David harder as he drove towards his own orgasm.
David choked off a moan, reaching back to grab Alec's ass and hold him tight as he rocked between the bassist's fist and cock. Both men thrust desperately against each other, coming almost simultaneously.
David slumped forward on the bed, Alec plastered to his back, both of them sweaty and breathing heavily.
"Wow," David muttered to himself, rolling over on to his back so he could look at Alec. His broad grin was mirrored by Alec, both of them laughing. Their eyes met and the hair on the backs of David's arms stood up. He swallowed heavily but didn't break eye contact. "Can... Can I kiss you?"
Alec moaned. "I thought you'd never ask."
David cupped Alec's face in his hands, their lips meeting and parting, tongues touching, tasting and exploring. The kiss broke and they parted, Alec resting his forehead against David's.
"What are we doing, Davey?"
David brushed his lips over Alec's. "Kissing."
Alec laughed and returned the kiss before pulling back and running his fingers over David's lips. "I'm being serious."
"So am I." David looped his hands behind Alec's head and pulled him down for another kiss. Alec accepted the kiss but didn't deepen it, instead pulling away with a sigh and sitting on David's lap. "I mean it, David. Tonight... I... What's it going to mean in the morning? When we leave this room everything's gonna have changed and ... what is this?"
David shook his head. "I don't.... Nothing needs to change, Alec. You said it yourself; I want you and you want me. I don't know what it means and I don't know what's going to happen but..." He pulled Alec back up and wrapped his arms around him. "But I don't care. All that matters right now is this, is us. I want you, Alec."
Alec took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to the love bite he'd left on David's shoulder. "And I want you." His lips tugged into a smile as he spoke. "I've wanted you for so fucking long, but..." he sighed. "You're with April and things are just starting to get serious with me and Sarah... what... how... help me out here, Dave."
David chewed on his lower lip, running his fingers through Alec's hair. "I don't know," he admitted. "I love April but I want you so bad and now I've got you I don't ever wanna let you go."
Alec laughed softly. "We're making a right mess of this, aren't we?"
David nodded. "Yeah, we are. I just... I don't know what.... I don't know what this is, and I don't know what it means, but... it feels right, Alec. I like you, I really like you. Besides," he teased, "how am I supposed to think when I've got you in my arms." He swore under his breath when Alec tensed and started to pull away. David held him tighter. "Never letting go, remember?" He dropped a kiss to Alec's forehead, the bassist laughing softly. "How about we stop the thinking and go back to the kissing?"
"Yeah, I could do that." Alec agreed, sitting up and looking at David, who pulled a face at the frown lines etched on Alec's face.
"You're still thinking too much," he chided softly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Alec shook his head and sighed at the disbelieving expression on David's face. "How do Jon and Richie manage this?" Their relationship, I mean. They've both got girlfriends, but..."
David kissed Alec, stopping the tumult of words. "Alec?"
"Yeah?"
"You're talking too much."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just... I don't.... I want this, want you and..."
David kissed him quiet again. "Alec?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and just kiss me already."