Page 22 of Decorated

And it was nice. It was hot and desperate, too, but mostly nice. There was a connection between them that was more than skin deep. Alfie seemed concerned about how he felt about theintimacy between them instead of just trying to get what he wanted from him. He didn’t shrug or push Blaine off when he wrapped his arms and legs around him and kissed him back with closed eyes, his imagination taking over.

They were making love, not just fucking. Alfie genuinely cared about him. The way he used his hands to tease Blaine until he thought he might explode with pleasure was different from his usual flings. At any point, Alfie could have flipped him over again and rammed into him, getting off whether Blaine joined him or not, but he didn’t.

They kissed, they touched and fondled. They moved together, their bodies fitting well together, despite Alfie being so much more muscular than him. And when they finally did reach the point where neither of them could hold back any longer, Alfie was patient and considerate with the lube, even putting on a condom.

All of that had Blaine in heaven by the time Alfie lifted his hips and pushed in, all while looking him in the eyes and smiling. It was enough to make Blaine want to cry with pure joy. Which might also have had something to do with Alfie hitting his prostate exactly right and sparking the best orgasm he’d had in ages.

Blaine half expected Alfie to pull out, yank off the condom, and come all over him in some kind of alpha male sign of ownership, but instead, he came with surprising restraint, while still buried deep inside him. The pure beauty of Alfie’s flexing muscles and swallowed moan as he took his pleasure captivated Blaine. Before Alfie’s orgasm was finished, he wanted more.

He wanted Alfie again. He wanted him all the time. He wanted his bed to be their bed and his life to be their life. He wanted his whole world to revolve around Alfie, every day, every hour. And dammit, he wanted Alfie to like Christmas as much as he did, too.

“Beautiful, just like I said,” Alfie said, voice laced with satisfaction, as he pulled out, then quickly disposed of the condom.

It was a compliment, Blaine knew. Given his own thoughts at the moment, he should have taken it well and been filled with excitement and contentment.

Instead, as soon as Alfie lay beside him with a sated breath and pulled him into his arms to spoon, Blaine’s panic set in.

This was what he did all the time. He fancied a guy, flirted and played with them until he lured them into bed, they fucked him and got what they wanted, and as soon as they rested and got their strength and their sense back, they thanked him for the fun and left him. He, in turn, convinced himself in a heartbeat that he was in love, that he’d met his soulmate, and that the two of them would live happily ever after.

It was his routine, his script. He’d done it so many times in the last few years that he’d lost count. But something about Alfie made his heart break a little. He didn’t want to be just an afternoon delight. Or did he? Were these big, all-encompassing feelings just another iteration of his usual cycle or was this something different?

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” he said after a few minutes of silence as they recovered. “I completely understand if you have something else you need to do or somewhere else to be.”

He didn’t know what he expected from Alfie, but it wasn’t the deep, rolling laughter that shook Alfie’s body and reverberated into him.

“Stop,” Alfie said, sounding tired but amused.

“Stop what?” Blaine asked, tensing and looking over his shoulder.

Alfie was grinning at him with the look of a man who had just been thoroughly satisfied. “Stop putting yourself down and thinking I’m just like everyone else.”

Blaine’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t thinking you’re just like everyone else,” he insisted. When Alfie arched an eyebrow at him, he felt his face heat. “I was just thinking that I’m the same as I always am. I have a pattern. Sorry if I caught you in it.”

“That,” Alfie said, holding him a little tighter. “Stop that right now. I’m not Charlie.”

Blaine winced. “I know you’re not,” he said quietly, forcing himself to relax into Alfie’s embrace. “I was just saying that you don’t have to feel any sense of obligation towards me or anything. I?—”

Alfie stopped him from saying more by wrapping his large hand around the bottom of Blaine’s face, covering his mouth.

“I didn’t agree to come up here for ‘sandwiches’ because I thought you were easy and I could get my rocks off guilt-free,” he said, speaking so close to Blaine’s ear that it was almost threatening. “I came up here because I like you, I like sex, and unlike someone I know, I don’t think grown men with agency in their own lives should be ashamed of enjoying themselves.”

He waited a moment, then moved his hand.

“Okay,” Blaine said, a bit startled. “I mean, that’s not at all what I’m used to, but okay.”

“Damn right it’s okay,” Alfie said, snuggling against him. “And you should be used to it. There’s no reason you should be embarrassed about who you are, or for you to try to chase me away because for a few minutes you enjoyed it.”

Blaine thought about those words for a few seconds before saying, “Give a man a little credit. I was more than a few minutes.”

Alfie laughed and nuzzled his face into Blaine’s neck. That made Blaine smile. He liked it. He really liked it.

“Alright,” he said. “In the interest of growing as a sexual being, I will now openly admit that I fucking loved every second of being with you. And furthermore, I should very much like to do it again. Many more times.”

He held his breath at what, for him, was a brave declaration.

Alfie vibrated with laughter again and swept his hand from Blaine’s shoulder to his hip. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll do it again.”

“Just not right now, though,” Blaine rushed to say, since Alfie’s agreement to…to he didn’t know what had him more anxious than ever. “I might be young, but I need more time than that to recover. And there’s the decorating to consider. Plus you have a job to go to?—”

---