Page 44 of Fresh Ice
“Hey…are you okay?”
Levy froze from where he was rummaging through the bedside table for some unknown reason. His shoulders were a hunched, tense line, curls falling to hide his face. “Yep,” he replied after a few seconds.
“Uh…are you sure? Because you don’t look okay.”
Levy turned towards him, the expression in his eyes something Alonso couldn’t quite name. His expression wasn’t angry or even frustrated—but there was a seriousness there that seemed out of character. “You and Zee are pretty good friends, huh?”
“I mean…kind of? This is the first time I’ve seen him in a while, though,” Alonso explained, not sure what this had to do with Levy’s strange mood.
It was as if they suddenly, quietly, slipped into another dimension. Levy let go of whatever he was holding, walking around the bed slowly, getting closer to Alonso step by step.
The air was syrupy with Levy’s scent—not as sharp and aggressive as it had been at the restaurant, but just as potent. It made a primal part of Alonso’s brain light up, his body not knowing if it wanted to run away or lean forward.
Levy stopped inches from Alonso, his eyes searching for something. Alonso couldn’t think, the drumbeat of his heart the only thing he could hear.
Without saying a single word, Levy leaned forward and kissed him.
It was as if something clicked into place, relief washing over him, water over a parched throat. There was no hesitation, no logic to pierce through the want that had taken over—his hands came up to drag Levy forward, their lips moving in sync.
God, this was what he had wanted ever since last time.
Levy pushed him onto the bed unceremoniously, his kisses savage and hungry. Alonso could barely keep up, shuddering underneath him and opening his mouth to be devoured. The heat inside him had flared so quickly that he was dizzy in its wake.
“Levy,” Alonso whimpered as Levy gripped his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck.
“Fuck,” Levy panted. “Look at you. All I wanted to do during dinner was put my mouth on you.”
Alonso shuddered at the admission, at the notion of Levy thinking about that while they sat in public. “Please.”
Alonso didn’t know what was happening, but it wasn’t going to stop him from asking for more.
Levy fit his teeth against Alonso’s neck, something he’d barely dared to do the first time they’d had sex. He didn’t bite, but the sucking pressure on Alonso’s scent glands had him arching and groaning in pleasure.
He wrapped his legs around Levy’s middle, pulling him in so that their trapped erections pressed together, dual moans ripping out of them. Levy started rocking into him, the pressure in Alonso’s gut getting stronger and stronger.
Alonso clutched at Levy’s shirt desperately. It was going too fast, but he didn’t know how to tame his body long enough to slow it down. Everything was spiralling, spinning out of control.
It was over embarrassingly fast, both of them coming almost in unison. The flash flood of sensation and madness trickled to a stop, leaving them in a wet, panting puddle.
Reality encroached slowly.
Literally, what had just happened?
Alonso felt Levy tense before rolling off him.
“Fuck, sorry,” Levy mumbled as he sat up.
Alonso followed suit, underwear sticking to him uncomfortably. “What…what?” Not that it had all been Levy’s fault, but Alonso didn’t know what else to say.
Levy shook his head, facing away from him. “Sorry. I don’t know what…”
Alonso was still trying to catch his breath. He felt utterly lost. “I thought you didn’t want to do that again,” he said quietly.
Levy shook his head. “I mean, I never actually said that.”
Alonso pursed his lips at Levy purposefully missing the point. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I…kind of do, though?”
