Chapter 85 Surprise withdrawal
Alex let out a soft breath against Lucas’s ear. “Sweetheart, relax. It’s not poison. You can swallow it.” His thumb brushed the corner of Lucas’s mouth. “There’s still some on your cheek.”
Flustered, Lucas lifted his hand to wipe it away, but Alex caught his wrist midair. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and slowly traced his tongue along Lucas’s cheek, claiming the last of it.
Lucas froze, eyes widening in shock, his breath hitching in his throat.
Alex smiled at the stunned expression. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “You’ll get used to it.” He brushed his knuckles tenderly over Lucas’s jaw. “You did so well, baby. You quenched my fire.”
He pulled Lucas gently to his feet, steadying him with a firm hand at his waist. “And I love you so much.”
The words softened the air between them. Alex cupped his cheek, thumb stroking slowly, then leaned in and captured his lips again, it was deep, unhurried, but hungry. The kiss turned heated almost instantly. Lucas melted into it, fingers clutching Alex’s robe, his body pressing closer without thinking.
Alex felt it again, his hardness straining between them, brushing against his thigh. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “It’s my turn to please you, baby.”
His hand slid downward, fingers grazing over Lucas’s stomach before settling at his waistband. He moved to undo the zipper but immediately Lucas stiffened.
Their eyes locked. His breathing turned uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. “I can’t… you can’t,” Lucas stammered, voice barely steady.
Alex paused immediately, surprise flashing across his face. His hand stilled, not pushing, not forcing, he just waited. Then the words came in a whisper, “Lucas, baby, what's the matter?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.
The heat was still there, thick and electric between them, but now something else had slipped in. Hesitation, fear, uncertainty, and Alex felt it.
“Baby, you’re still hard down there,” Alex said gently, stepping closer, his voice low and coaxing. “Let me help you with it. You will feel better.”
Fear flashed across Lucas’s face so suddenly that it cut through the heat between them. “I can’t… I…” His voice broke.
Before Alex could react, Lucas pulled away, spun around, and bolted upstairs.
“Lucas!” Alex called, stunned. “Lucas, dear, wait. What is the matter, I…?”
But Lucas was already out of sight before Alex could finish that sentence. He hurriedly followed him.
The bathroom door slammed shut upstairs with a sharp bang. A second later, the lock clicked into place.
Inside, Lucas pressed his back against the door, chest heaving, heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst through his ribs.
“Oh God… that was too close.” He dragged trembling fingers through his hair. “I can’t let him see. Not yet. I’m still scared. What if he thinks something’s wrong with me? What if he despises me? Call me names? Or even stop loving me and leave?”
His throat tightened. “I need to see the doctor. I need someone to explain what the heck is happening to me and give me a solution.”
A knock rattled the door.
“Lucas.” Alex’s voice came softer this time with concern. “Open the door. Let me help you. I’ll take it easy. I promise. You’ll feel better if I touch you. You don’t have to handle it alone when I’m right here.”
Lucas squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Alex,” he called back, trying to steady his voice. “I really would like you to… but I’m not ready yet.”
The fear in his tone was unmistakable and Alex could feel it. Outside the bathroom door, he frowned deeply. He could hear it, the tremor, the panic. And it didn’t make sense. An erection was normal. In fact, it was natural. Lucas was twenty-five, not a confused teenager. Why was he acting like something was terribly wrong?
“Okay,” Alex said carefully, forcing calm into his voice. “Sweetheart, just… open the door. Let’s talk. That’s all, please.”
Inside, Lucas looked down at himself, still painfully aroused, and shook his head in disbelief. “What is wrong with me?” he whispered. Tentatively, his hand wrapped around his erection. A sharp gasp escaped his lips. “Oh fuck.”
His knees nearly buckled. He let go immediately, staring at his own hand as if it had betrayed him. “It feels… so good.” His voice was barely audible now. “If it feels like this when I touch myself… what would it feel like if Alex did?”
That thought alone made heat surge through him again but his secret wouldn't let him open the door. So he panicked, then became a bit frustrated. “Damn it, why does it have to be me?” He cursed in a whisper.
Then stumbled into the shower and twisted the tap open. Cold water burst down over his body. He sucked in a breath as it hit hard on his skin.
Slowly, gradually, the raging heat inside him began to dull under the steady stream.
Outside, Alex knocked again, more urgently this time. “Sweetheart, please open up. You’re really starting to scare me. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine!” Lucas shouted back, forcing brightness into his voice. “Don’t worry, Alex. I’ll be alright. I’m just showering.”
There was a pause and Alex heard the sound of the running water. He muttered under his breath, half relieved and half baffled, “Unbelievable, he’s actually showering.”
He ran a hand through his hair, confusion deepening. Something wasn’t adding up. “Does it have to do with his secret?” Alex wondered audibly as he turned and headed to another room to get ready for work.
Suddenly he became a bit frustrated as he dropped his robe and entered the shower.
The question escaped him. “What the heck are you hiding Lucas?” The question hung in the air. But he knew whatever Lucas was hiding was bigger than just nerves.
In a few minutes, Alex has dressed up in a white shirt with brown pants and a brown short-sleeve jacket on top of it. He headed straight to his room.
Lucas was already in grey pants and a black turtle neck top. He was just fastening his belt when Alex stepped in.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you ready?” He asked as he strode in towards him.
“Hmm, almost,” Lucas responded as he walked over to the dressing mirror. “Do you have a bigger comb?
“Sure,” Alex walked over. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bigger one from a pack. “Let me do it.”
Lucas smiled, “Okay,” and stood in front of the large mirror while Alex combed his hair.
“Sweetheart, about earlier, whatever your fear is just know that I'm here for you. Anytime you're ready to talk about it, I'm available to help, okay.” Alex's voice dropped like honey to Lucas’s ear.
Lucas stared at Alex through the mirror and nodded. “Alex, thanks for your understanding. Please don't worry, okay. When I'm ready we will talk. I promise and thank you for the clothes.”
Alex hugged him from behind, “You’re breathtaking in the outfit.” Then he turned Lucas to face him.