Page 31 of Under His Skin

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Alex scrunched his eyes shut and pulled his hips back as far as he could, hoping to break Tracht’s grip, but Tracht only followed. At least he’d given up on Alex’s balls, going back to playing with the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the tip, smearing precome all over. At one point he did start pinching, little pinpricks up and down his shaft that were painful yet so damned welcome. Alex couldn’t believe he was actually praying for pain, but as long as Tracht was hurting him, orgasm wasn’t nearly as imminent.

And then, of course, Tracht went back to gentle touches and light squeezes, alternating his pace. At one point he stopped entirely, simply holding Alex, which let Alex relax just a fraction.

Of course as soon as Alex relaxed, Tracht started up again. Alex bit down on the underwear in his mouth. Drool and sweat were mingling on his chin, and he thought he felt the first pinpricks of tears.

How the fuck did Tracht get him to cry just from nice touches? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Alex was swimming in pleasure, his hips occasionally moving of their own accord before Alex realized what he was doing and forced himself to calm the fuck down. He even buried his face in Tracht’s shoulder, as if that would somehow help. All it did was make him notice just how warm Tracht’s body was, how much he wanted Tracht to kiss him right then.

How much he wanted to come, venue be damned. He rarely went to the movies on Cadmus anyway. If this theater banned him, it wouldn’t matter.

And then, just as suddenly, Tracht let go entirely.

Alex looked up in confusion. He blinked to stave off his unshed tears, and couldn’t shut his mouth even after Tracht removed the underwear.

“Your taste in movies is abysmal,” Tracht said casually. “I think I felt some of my brain cells rotting every time one of the characters spoke. No wonder you turned out the way you did.”

Alex finally focused on the movie screen and realized it was over. Oh. He’d made it. He’d survived. He started laughing in relief, and didn’t stop even after Tracht gave his cock a light smack.

“Do shut up. You’d think you wanted people to see you in this state.” But Tracht didn’t actually sound mad. In fact, there was a weird smile on his face. He stood up and turned to face Alex, sort of shielding him from other people who were also getting up and leaving their seats.

There was also a slight bulge in Tracht’s pants, which was kind of satisfying to see. “Do you want me to suck you off in the bathroom?” Alex asked, giddy. “Please. I want to.”

He wasn’t allowed to come himself, but he wanted to see Tracht feeling good, at least. Also, he’d won! He’d managed not to come for however long the stupid movie was.

Tracht reached out and traced the line of Alex’s jaw, rubbing at the sweat and spit. After a moment he said, “All right. Tuck yourself in and let’s go. You desperately need to get cleaned up, anyway. You’re filthy.”

Tracht’s words couldn’t touch Alex though. He was so high on victory that the moment he’d done up his trousers and stood, he pulled Tracht in for a kiss. He didn’t even care if Tracht punished him for it, so he was extra surprised when Tracht allowed it and even pulled Alex closer.

When they pulled apart, Tracht rolled his eyes at Alex. “I’ve really gotten far too indulgent with you.”

Alex grinned widely and started heading out. He was still hard, but at this point he didn’t give a damn. Kneeling on the hard tile would probably get his cock to behave.

Probably. He still had to take Tracht’s cock into his mouth, and that might make it take even more interest.

But yeah, Alex didn’t care. He’d won. Maybe being stuck on Cadmus for a while wasn’t so bad after all.

Chapter 9

Breakfast looked delicious, which was a shame because Alex wasn’t allowed to eat any of it. There was a specially-prepared protein shake set out for him, which probably had the right amount of calories, but Alex really just wanted to eat.

It was weird having breakfast with everybody. Alex was next to Tracht again, but this time Johan was across from them, constantly staring at Tracht. Anna and Tracht were arguing again, this time about whether Anna owed Tracht any money for lost wages or whatever.

Alex sipped on his shake, slowly enough to savor it. At least the cook had made it taste halfway decent.

After Johan had eaten only half of his food, he looked at Alex and asked, “What movie did you guys go see?”

It took Alex a moment to remember. “The one, um. Guns & Guns?”

Johan didn’t look like he was going to eat more. In fact, he was pushing his food back and forth on the plate, more playing with it than anything. Alex was getting pissed off just watching him.

“Did you like it?” Johan pressed. “Did Uncle Hannes like it?”

Did they like it? Alex gave Johan a bewildered look. “I don’t know. I wasn’t paying that much attention to the movie. I was too busy with Tracht.”

Good thing Anna wasn’t looking, or she would have flipped her lid seeing the look of disgust on Johan’s face. But it was kind of worth it too. Anything to get Johan to leave him alone.

“That’s gross,” Johan said, and he scooped up some of the beans on his plate.

Alex was still trying to come up with a comeback when the intercom announced, “Inspector Kuroyama is asking to visit, Ms. Tracht.”

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