Chapter 19
Alex woke up later that afternoon to warmth and a feeling of happiness, his heart beating in time with George’s as he lay pressed against his back. George was sill fast asleep, but he had adjusted his sleeping position so that he was cradling Alex’s hand to his chest, his lips pressed lightly against Alex’s fingertips. He was snoring lightly, the sound echoing in the empty room and making Alex feel like he had been sent back in time. His heart felt full, and he couldn’t help but let out a happy sigh as he managed to somehow move even closer to George’s back.
The closeness did more than just send Alex though waves of nostalgia, however. Moving closer awoke a strong urge in him, his cock growing hard as he moved his hips in small circles, the head of his cock swelling as it brushed in-between George’s thighs. God, he forgot how much he loved the feeling of George’s body against him. He had never been more aroused by any other man than he had been by George, at any point in his life. There had been men since George, of course there had, but Alex couldn’t remember the last time that he felt like this.
Alex placed open mouth kisses along the back of George’s neck and shoulders, clamping down lightly on George’s pulse-point with his teeth as he eased his hand out of George’s grasp and moved it to rub along his chest, tweaking at his nipples and moving his hand down George’s abdomen to tease George’s shaft through his boxers. He could feel the tiniest bit of a wet sport, George’s body responding in full as Alex played with him.
At first, George stayed asleep, but when his cock began to fill out and Alex began to rut against his legs, he woke up, letting out a loud moan. “God, Alex,” he groaned, arching his back and pressing his rear more fully against Alex’s crotch. Alex squeezed his cock, slipping his fingers through the gap in his boxers to massage the tip. He kneaded it in-between his index and middle finger, letting out a sound of his own when George moaned again, loudly.
“Fuck, I forgot how amazing you sound,” Alex whispered against the back of George’s neck, his voice gruff and resonating half a pitch lower than normal. “You’re so sexy, baby. I’ve missed this, missed your tight little ass rubbing against my cock, baby. Oh, God, I missed this.”
George reached back and grabbed Alex’s hip before flipping over, bringing their pelvises together and rutting directly against Alex’s arousal. He moved his hand over to Alex’s glutes and rubbed over his boxers before putting his thumb in the waistband. “Oh, take them off, Alex, please. I want to feel you properly.”
“Fuck yes.” Alex moved back just far enough away to pull his boxers off and throw them next to the bed. George let out a groan when his cock bobbed up before pulling his own boxers down, letting out a growl when one of the threads caught on the hinge at his knee. Alex chuckled and reached down to help him get it unstuck before tossing George’s boxers to the side and sliding his hand back up to cup George’s balls. He rubbed them in small circles with the tips of his fingers, varying the pressure until George was nearly sobbing with desire.
George reached down and grabbed Alex’s cock, grinning before sitting up and turning around, bending down and taking Alex’s cock in his mouth before Alex even knew what hit him. He dug his nails into Alex’s thigh and sucked, nosing at the dark curls and using his tongue to tease Alex’s slit. He brought his hands up, one moving to grasp Alex's hip and the other making a teasing line up the inside of Alex's thighs before dipping back to tease the edges of Alex's perineum. He didn't have any lubrication on his fingers so he didn't do anything more than just rub against the outside, but even that was enough to drive Alex wild. George always knew *exactly* what spots to hit.
Alex let out a loud groan as he cupped the back of George’s neck, using all of his restraint to keep himself from thrusting straight into George’s throat and gagging him. George had always had a strong gag reflex, and Alex highly doubted that five years of being with a woman would have done anything to do that (his male lovers be damned).
“Oh, fuck, George, that feels so good,” he moaned when George gave a particularly hard suck, taking nearly his entire length into his mouth. It took all of Alex’s focus not to cum right then and there. He knew this would be over quickly, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself with just how quickly. “Oh, God, baby, you’re so fucking good at sucking my cock. Oh fuck, keep going, keep going. Oh, swallow my cock, baby, swallow it all down. Oh, fuck."
George groaned in response, his hand bouncing against the mattress as he hurriedly stroked himself, vibrations going up and down Alex’s cock with every sound that George made. His breathing was growing heavy, and Alex could feel the bed shaking with every rut that he made. It was turning Alex on even more, driving him almost to the edge as George began to tense up, his hips snapping quicker and quicker the more that he pleasured himself.
Alex let himself just sink into the feelings, his vision beginning to white out around the edges as he got closer to climaxing. God, it had only been a few minutes, and he was milliseconds away from cumming—an issue he hadn’t had since Phillip and Angelica were conceived.
Fortunately, Alex was kept from his embarrassment by George cumming first with a loud cry, his sucking faltering momentarily as he shook and spurted his release all over Alex’s bed sheets. His eyes were squeezed shut and his cheeks had a purple hue to them, drops of sweat beading up around his scraggly hairline and falling down over his face.
The sight itself was enough to make Alex explode, his vision going completely white and static filling his ears as he called out George’s name. George swallowed it all down, his tongue dancing wildly around Alex’s cock as he waited for Alex to finish orgasming.
Once Alex was spent, George pulled away from him with a quiet pop. He kissed the tip and then up to Alex’s groin, then Alex’s hip and up in a line until he got all the way up to Alex’s lips. He gave him a few pecks before sighing and resting his face against Alex’s collarbone. Alex wrapped his arms around George’s neck and held him close, kissing the top of his head before relaxing back against the pillows.
George laid against Alex’s neck for several minutes, just breathing in and out through his nose in silence. Alex thought that he had fallen asleep again until George looked up at him fondly, resting his chin on Alex’s sternum. “Hey,” Alex said softly, lifting his hand to rub at the half-inch of George’s hair.
“Hi,” George responded, stretching his neck up to press another kiss to Alex’s lips.
Alex smiled into the kiss, nipping at George’s bottom lip before pulling away and holding him tighter, pushing down on George’s head until he was lying back down again. “I love you so, so much, George.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
Alex let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes, simply breathing in the smell of George. He had always smelled the same and even now, after months of incarceration, it was the same. He always smelled like pinesap and ink, a combination that resulted from the wooden crates he packed his produce into at the end of every night.
He couldn’t even begin to describe how ecstatic and full he felt having George in his arms again. Going from thinking he would never get to be close to George again to holding him in his arms was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He could spend the rest of his life just lying in bed like this, and he'd never have to do anything else for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, before long Alex's stomach was growling and George was shifting around, letting out small noises every time Alex's knee brushed against his abdomen. They tried to stay in their position for longer, but Alex was getting *really* hungry, and George’s hand had drifted down to press against himself.
Alex chuckled before kissing the top of George’s head. "Go take a leak, baby, and I'll go downstairs and make us something to eat."
George shook his head, grumbling sleepily. "Too comfy. Don't want to get up."
Alex laughed before reaching down and pressing down on the most swollen part of George’s abdomen. George immediately let out a whimper and shot up, his hand pressing down harder. "Holy hell, I need to use the restroom," he exclaimed, letting out a small whimper before jumping off the bed and racing towards the bathroom.
Alex couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile at the relieved groan that George let out. He pushed the covers back and swung his legs around, putting his feet on the floor and climbing out of bed. He went to the closet and got dressed, listening to the noises George was *still* making before heading down to the kitchen. He went to the pantry and grabbed a box of parmesan Pastaroni, his stomach growling loudly as he grabbed a pot from below the stove and set it up with water, milk, and butter to boil.
Before Alex could put the noodles and sauce packet into the pot, however, George came downstairs in a pair of Alex's sweatpants and one of his tee shirts. He was holding Alex's cell phone in his hand and looking at it with concern. When he got into the kitchen, he held it out to Alex. "Eliza called you . . . like, six times. You have some other missed calls, too."
Alex stared at the phone in George's hand for a moment before something clicked. He opened his eyes wide and grabbed the phone from him, hitting the "call back" button and adjusting the volume. He held the phone up to his ear, muttering quietly to himself while he waiting for Eliza to answer, and when she finally *did* , Alex didn't give her any room to talk before blurting out, "What's wrong? Did something happen with one of the children? Is Zettie okay?"
Eliza chuckled, and immediately Alex knew that everything was all right. She wouldn't have sounded so easy-going if something bad had happened. "Everyone's fine, Alex. I just wanted to talk to you about George. Is everything all right, now? I know you were so angry with yourself earlier for the things you had said to him."
George choked on the tea he had begun to drink. Alex glared at him, turning the volume down even lower. "Yes, Eliza, everything is fine. He's actually here now."
"Ooh, well then I won't keep you from your reunion-sex. Just call me later so Maria and I can come say 'hello,' all right? I wouldn't mind giving George a revised shovel talk. If he thinks Maria and I are just going to let him do whatever he wants to Suzette's father, he has another thing coming--"
"Bye, Eliza."
"--and if he puts one toe out of line, we will be on his ass quicker than he could say 'howdy-oh'--"
"*Bye*, Eliza."
"--although I don't know why he'd say 'howdy-ho,' he isn't southern--"
"*Goodbye*, Eliza."
"All right, fine. I'll talk to you soon"
Alex shook his head and hung up the phone before Eliza could say anything else vulgar or revealing. He put his phone down on the counter, but before he was able to move away from it, it began to vibrate again. Alex sighed and picked it up. "Eliza, you could just text me--"
"Wrong ex-lover, honey."
Alex shook his head at the flirty tone that John was using. "What's up?"
"How was your night last night? Get lots of talking done?"
Alex could *hear* John winking. "I'll talk to you later, John."
"Oh, is he still there?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then. Good for you, Alex. Hey, listen, I was thinking that we should all do something to celebrate George coming back into your life--get the whole gang back together, plus, you know, Martha and JP. I was thinking my house around five or six, we could order some pizzas and the kids could have a bonfire in the backyard. What do you say?"
"Let me talk to George about it and then I'll get back to you."
"Okay. Text me later, then. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye, John."
"Bye, Alex."
Alex pulled his phone away from his ear and hung up. This time, however, he was able to properly turn his phone off and put it on the counter without getting any other calls.
He shook his head and *finally* added the last few ingredients before going over and leaning against the counter next to George, wrapping his arms around his middle and resting his head against George’s shoulder. George wrapped his arm around him and kissed the top of his head.
"So, what did you need to talk to me about?" he asked, moving Alex in front of him so he could braid his hair idly, a pastime that Alex used to adore.
George started to using his fingertips to massage Alex's scalp as he separated his hair, successfully turning Alex's brain to mush. It took him a few seconds to get his brain function back. "John wants to have a get-together at his house tomorrow so you can see everyone again."
George's caresses stuttered, as did his words. "Uhm, are you sure t-that's a good idea? Don't they hate me?"
Alex turned around as much as he could with his hair in George’s hands. "They don't hate you. Well, I mean, they did, but that's only because . . . well, you know. They were just being protective of me. But now that you're back for good, they'll understand." He paused turning back to face the front. "You *are* back for good, right?"
George leaned forward and kissed Alex's neck. "Of course I am, sweetheart. Now that I have you back I'm *never* leaving you again."
Alex couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Well, they they'll be excited to see you again. So much has changed since you saw them last; I know you saw pictures of Phillip and Angelica but they look so different in person, and Eliza, her hair is short now. Gil's kids are both in high school, now, and Hercules and Elizabeth had another baby a year after you left. I wouldn't be surprised if John had Ryker come, Gil and Herc haven't met him yet--"
"All right, I get it," George said, laughing. He pulled gently on Alex's hair until he leaned back so that he could place a kiss on Alex's cheek. "I missed everyone, too. I missed you the most, though." He put a rubber band around Alex's hair before pulling him to his chest and wrapping his arms around Alex's waist. "I'm so happy that your mine again, Alexander."
"I'm happy, too, George. I really am." He leaned in for another kiss, his heart race increasing and his breathing quickly getting shallower as he felt all of his blood head south as he started to get hard again.
Alex began to grind against George again, but George stopped him with a quick shake of his head. "I don't think I can go another round, sweetheart. I'm almost forty-eight."
"So? You don't need to be hard to work some magic with that mouth of yours," Alex hummed, rocking his hips as he really did begin to swell again. "Please, baby?"
George smirked and sank down to his knees, turning Alex around so his back was to the counter before lunging forward and taking Alex fully into his mouth.
This, Alex could definitely get used to.