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Some people had a nice smile. Some people had a beautiful smile. And then there were a lucky few who had a smile like that guy did. It transformed Christian from just good-looking to stunning when he smiled.
Alexander put a hand on Christian’s shoulder and pushed him down. To his surprise, Christian didn’t offer much resistance and dropped to his knees. Looking up at Alexander through his long dark eyelashes, he picked the briefs up.
Christian got to his feet and leaned toward his ear. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “It’s a pretty normal reaction. Happens all the time when I tell the guy I’ll kiss his dick. Nice dick, by the way.”
Mila didn’t call him on his blatant change of subject. She never did. Christian would have. Alexander pushed the odd thought out of his head.
“Don’t want a girl,” Christian’s murmured into his ear. “Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.”
Alexander stared at him for a moment before suddenly gripping his throat, leaning in and fitting their mouths together.
“What are you thinking about right now?” Alexander looked at his smiling lips. His tone was completely casual as he said, “That I want to feed you my cock.”
“Успокойтесь, пожалуйста, господин Кабенов,” Alexander said, in what sounded like Russian. “Давайте поговорим спокойно, как взрослые люди.”
Christian yelped as he was yanked off the couch by a very angry-looking Alexander. He actually looked pissed: his jaw was working, his eyes were blazing with anger, and rage was coming off him in waves.
It wasn’t normal that one smile from the guy could make his mouth go dry, his heartbeat pick up and his cock harden, as though he was a teenager once again.
Of course Christian was attracted to Jared. His cousin was basically an improved version of him. Jared was everything Alexander strove to be: calm, composed, and dependable. Jared had his life figured out. Jared never lost his composure. Jared didn’t let his primitive instincts take over.
Some emotion flashed across Jared’s face. “There’s no need for that tone. I don’t have an answer for everything. Far from it. I’m just saying sometimes love isn’t pretty. It’s not neat, and it’s not textbook perfect. There’s no template for love. Sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes it’s a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.”
“If you want my advice,” Jared said, still not looking at him. His voice was rough and clipped. “My advice to you: fuck whatever issues you have. Don’t overthink it. Obsession, love—it doesn’t matter what you call it. They’re just words. If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. I wish I could.”
Sometimes love isn’t pretty. It’s not neat, and it’s not textbook perfect. There’s no template for love. Sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes it’s a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.
Gabriel grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, green eyes flashing. His expression transformed completely, something ruthless and ugly lurking in his gaze. “If you do that, I’ll make sure he’ll never talk to you again, got it? I can do that. If he has to choose, he’ll always pick me, not his cousin. He’s mine.”
Christian sometimes jokingly called him a creep. Alexander had a bad feeling that it might not be far from the truth. He felt like a faucet with a broken handle: once open, it couldn’t be closed again. He had the potential to turn into a creepy stalker if Christian rejected him. Jesus. Christian had better not reject him.
“I wish I’d refused when Mila suggested a threesome,” Alexander said hoarsely. “I wish I never knew this feeling. It’s not beautiful. It’s ugly. And terrifying.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone so much, and it creeps me out, but just sex would never be enough for me. I know you don’t do relationships, but I don’t do casual relationships.” He felt his lips twist. “And this… there’s nothing casual about this. So if you say yes, you’ll get the full package deal, whether you want it or not.”
Christian’s eyes were wide and oddly vulnerable before a dazzling smile split his face. “Is cuddling included in the full package?” he asked, putting a hand on Alexander’s chest. “I’m very partial to cuddling.”
Something scarier. Fuck it. Alexander cradled Christian’s face with his hands and kissed him harder, not caring. If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. So he did.
