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“Cheer up, babe.” Alice cooed. “We’re having fun tonight, remember?”
Alice wiped imaginary dust off the shoulder of her husband’s jacket, smiling at him to elicit one in return. Alan attempted to reciprocate but it wobbled, settling into what Alice would call a picture day smile. Stilted and obligatory.
“You look like I’m holding you hostage.”
“Right. Sorry.” Alan expanded the smile to a grin, showing all his teeth like a primate. Alice laughed, slapping his chest.
“Seriously! Do you want to go home?” Alice asked with an arched eyebrow. She’d never let him know, but Alice would be angry if they turned back now. These nights were just as much for her as they were for him.
“No, I’m fine.” Alan huffed, fiddled with his tie. “We just keep striking out.”
“I’ve got a good feeling about this place.” Alice declared, dragging Alan into an empty booth, scanning the bar for targets. This place was a bit of a dive, a few steps down from the last two bars they’d been to. When the ritzy places weren’t working out, Alice opted for the joints with stickier floors and bowls of peanuts on the bar.
Alan exhaled dramatically. Alice turned to him, pinching his chin between her thumb and forefinger and gave him a quick kiss. “Be patient.”
Alan’s fingers flexed in his lap and she knew he wanted to hold her, to rest his head on her shoulder, but he wasn’t allowed to. Not yet.
“Now let’s see what we’re working with.”
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“Can I buy you a drink?”
Casey looked up, blinking rapidly. He’d been staring so intently at his glass that looking at another person was an adjustment. The woman asking was strikingly beautiful. So much so Alex was sure she was talking to someone else.
“Sure you can.” He turned to get a better look at her. A slinky black dress, cut low. Dangly little silver earrings glinting in the light. What the hell was she doing, talking to him? Without thinking, he swept some hair off his forehead. “More of the same.”
He must have been looking at her funny, because she asked, “What? Can’t a girl buy a guy a drink anymore?” An easy smile. Her eyes glittered.
“People who look like you don’t come to places like this.”
“You’d be surprised.” She shot back.
“Fair enough.” Casey held up a hand in defeat. “Well, thanks for the drink–”
“Alice.” She held out her hand and he shook it.
“Alice…” he echoed. “It’s a pleasure.”
Alex was having trouble believing this woman was trying to pick him up. A paranoid part of Casey expected her to try and steal his wallet the next time he looked away. His skeptical nature had softened tonight, maybe due to it being damn near 3AM. A little tipsy, he let himself believe he might get lucky here.
“I know it sounds silly but, I’ve been watching you.” Alice nodded at some booth seats across the room.
“That why you’re here? People watching?”
“In a way.” Alice pursed her lips playfully, then leaned in closer. Casey could smell her perfume. “You have a very… intense look about you. Like a… detective in a noir.” Then she held her hands together, imitating a camera. “You make a very compelling image. I should’ve gotten a picture.”
“Yeah, right.” Casey huffed. She was blowing smoke up his ass. Looked good doing it, too. She bumped her knee into his. “Bet you say that to all the strangers you meet at bars.”
“Not all.” Alice rested her head on her hand, looking at him sidelong. “But most.”
When she smiled, something about it felt predatory, like a cat ready to pounce. Casey suddenly felt out of his depth.
“So will you stay a stranger? Or will I get to know your name?”
“Max.” The fake name popped out before his real one. An abundance of caution, should whatever this was go awry. Alice put her hand on his and ran her thumb over his knuckles.
“Nice to meet you, Max.”
Alice got a few more drinks into him before bringing up the husband. Casey was annoyed at himself for not noticing she had a ring on in the first place. Still, he didn’t have cause to be angry, not really, what with how she kept touching him. Nothing lascivious, just little brushes on his shoulder, squeezing his hand. The promise of more, maybe, later.
That is, until he actually met the husband. Or rather, saw the husband.
Alan Wake.
Was this the universe’s idea of a joke? Alan Wake, the prick making a mint off Casey’s name, who wrote those shitty detective novels, had a hot wife trying to lure him into a threesome? Half of Casey wanted to blow them off right now– go home and cut his losses. But the other half couldn’t stop looking down the neck of Alice’s dress and smelling her perfume. He could at least hear her out.
“How does this work?”
“Sometimes he joins in, sometimes he doesn’t.” Alice patted Alan’s hand. Alan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Of course celebrity writer Alan Wake was into freaky shit like this. “Unless you’re against it, in which case he definitely won’t. He’s happy to just… watch.”
Alice stayed remarkably composed while propositioning Casey. Alan, on the other hand, looked like he was struggling to stay inside his skin. Casey got the sense Wake wasn’t a fan of his. He didn’t smile, couldn’t even look Casey in the eye– looked irritated that Alice had brought him over. Whether this was just part of their game or he took issue with Casey, like he was too old or too scrawny, Alex didn’t give a shit. Just made the prospect of sleeping with Alice all the more enticing.
Fuck it. Decision made, Casey slipped a hand on Alice’s hip, pulling her close. He didn’t want to kiss her here, though the bar was damn near empty. He just got really close, their noses bumping, Alice’s eyes shining.
“Alright.” He said. “I’ll bite.”
“So, are there any ground rules?” Casey asked, striding into the elevator to the Wakes’ apartment. He only cared as much as Alice required him to. He could give two shits what Alan Wake wanted out of the arrangement. So far, Casey had no reason to think Wake knew who he really was, or his relationship to those damn books. Casey himself hardly understood. Sometimes he suspected Wake was spying on him, but what sense would that make?
“Not really,” said Alice, who was sitting against the railing in the elevator. One of the straps on her dress slipped off her shoulder. “Anything goes.”
Casey leaned in close, fixing the strap, then running his palm over her shoulder. He glanced over at Alan, who stood with his hands in his pockets, blue eyes wide and alert. Alice’s fingers on his shirt collar brought his attention back to her. She tilted her head up at Casey, dragging a manicured nail along his jawline.
Christ. Alice kissed him, deliberately slow, kinda romantic. He pressed her into the wall. Wake shuffled his feet, cleared his throat. The elevator chimed.
“This is our floor, kids.”
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“Could I use your bathroom first?” Max asked.
“Of course.” Alice pointed out the door for him. “Take your time.”
Her husband stood stiffly in the center of the room, his hands in his pockets. He was clamming up, she could tell. Alice felt a tickle of annoyance. They’d gone out so he could relax. Unclench. He’d been so stressed out with writing lately. It had been like pulling teeth, getting these chapters done.
“How are you feeling?” Alice asked, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist.
“Good.” Alan replied a little too quickly. Alice ran a nail over his lapel, examining his face. His smile back at her was bashful. Self-conscious. So he was flustered, then. Quick as the annoyance appeared, it was gone, replaced with something more tender. “I just, uh— what made you pick him?”
“I dunno,” Alice shrugged. “I just liked his look.”
Max was all hard angles. Long and lean. And he had such a serious look about him, but caught onto their game and played along easily. Alice didn’t really think about why she picked the men she did. It was instinctual. Both for what she wanted out of a date for the night and what her husband did.
“And I know you have a thing for slightly older guys,” she added, teasing him. It was cute to watch him squirm.
“Jesus, Alice—“
“Am I wrong?” Alice grinned. She knew her husband well, afterall. His cheeks took on some color.
“You’re not wrong. You did good, he’s—” She heard his breath catch. Max had emerged from the bathroom, his jacket off and shirt unbuttoned to reveal an inch of skin and a suggestion of chest hair.
“Perfect,” Alan breathed.
Gratified, Alice went to Max and felt up his chest. He watched her with interest. Maintaining eye contact with Alan, she shrugged the straps of her dress down her arms, wiggling it down her hips. Alan licked his lips. This dress didn’t allow for a bra, so all she had on now was a black thong. She heard Max inhale through his nose, steadying himself.
In truth, Alice liked the attention. Who wouldn’t enjoy a couple grown men drooling over her like this? This had been Alan’s kink, at the start. Maybe it was hers now, too. She loved watching Alan fight with himself, oscillating between jealous and aroused, before allowing himself to be both at once. He never melted for her like he did after one of these dates. He became something different, something desperate for her affection. Like putty in her hands.
She couldn’t get a read on this guy Max, if he’d play nice with Alan. He certainly seemed into the idea of being with her , and he might be getting a kick out of being a bit mean about it. This suited Alice fine. Alan always liked it better that way.
When she was tired of their staring, she began to unbutton Max’s shirt. He leaned in and kissed her, like he couldn’t wait, like he’d wanted to do it his whole life.
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Wake’s wife pulled away from Casey’s kiss, lips red and wet. She smiled, blinking slow, running her hands down his neck.
“I’ll be right back.” Languidly, she turned away, giving Casey time to rake his eyes up and down her, naked but for that little triangle of black fabric. A tug of frustration in his gut. It was cruel, letting him look but not touch. At least he didn’t have long to wait.
“Alan, honey, why don’t you see if Max wants anything to drink?” She called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom. The room seemed to dim without Alice in it, leaving Casey and Wake with a pall of awkwardness between them.
“Can I get you anything?” Wake asked after a moment, a meek little smile on his face. Pissed Casey off.
“Bourbon, if you have it.”
Wake fixed him one with ice cubes from the freezer, then poured one for himself and immediately shot it.
“Nervous?” Casey asked, sneering. He himself was pleasantly drunk and, by now, extremely horny, so there wasn’t really room for nerves. Wake had enough for both of them, it seemed.
“Uhh…Yeah, something like that.” Wake smoothed the front of his shirt. He had strangely elegant fingers. Wake laughed, his anxious smile getting a little confident. “I shouldn’t be. I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna be the one performing, right?”
Is he trying to psych me out? He wondered if this was part of the game. The ‘I invite you over to fuck my wife while I watch’ game.
“Don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Casey downed the rest of his drink, baring his teeth as it burned down his throat.
“Glad to hear it.” Wake shuffled, swallowing audibly.
Casey took a few steps closer, sizing Wake up. He was kind of slouched over, making himself smaller so they were almost the same height. His eyes kept flickering around, at Casey, then past him, then back to his empty glass. On the whole Casey pegged him as just another one of those dorky artist types. More comfortable typing away than socializing with other human beings. Casey himself was no social butterfly but he had more charisma than this twerp.
The booze was definitely giving him outsized confidence. Normally this might scream trouble, but tonight Casey would smother that instinct. Blood pumped southward as he thought about what would happen when Alice got back.
“How’s a guy like you end up with a wife like that?” He asked, helping himself to another shot.
“Sometimes I wonder.” Wake replied.
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Alan wouldn’t tell Alice. He couldn’t . She’d think he finally went off the deep end.
‘Hey, Alice, this is literally the man I see in my dreams?’ Sounded like a one-way ticket to being sent to the psych ward, or to rehab. It was just uncanny how much this guy looked like Alex Casey. As if he’d walked straight out of Alan’s dreams and into that bar. It was fucking him up, making him nervous.
Alan could tell the guy thought he was a freak, that he could smell the anxiety on him. At least Max could never know the real reason for it. Here he was, square jawed and wiry, hair falling out of his pompadour and onto his forehead. Stubbled cheeks and a mouth that looked like it was made for scowling, looking at Wake like he was lower than dirt. Max hated him, Alan was sure, they way Alex Casey probably would after all the shit he'd put him through.
The fact that Alex Casey was his own fictional invention and could not hold grudges was of little consequence now. Max was Alex Casey’s perfect avatar, ink on paper to flesh and blood. Its uncanniness made Wake feel both hot and cold.
Alice emerged from the bathroom, saving Alan from having to drum up more small talk while he fought about whether to be existentially terrified or excessively aroused.
“Playing nice, boys?” Asked Alice, striding up next to Max.
“Of course, Mrs. Wake.” Max looked her over appraisingly. He even licked his lips. Alice smiled, radiant as she was sexy, running her fingers down Max’s narrow chest.
Max leaned in. Alan could tell he wanted to kiss her again. Alan wanted to kiss her, but that wasn’t part of this game. Delayed gratification.
“So, do I just pretend he doesn’t exist?” Max jerked his head in Alan’s direction.
“You can ignore him. Or you can taunt him.” She was running her hands all over him, up his neck, along his jaw, down his shoulders. Then Alice leveled her big, beautiful eyes at Alan. “He likes to be teased. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yeah.” Alan breathed, his voice wavering.
“I can do that.” Max growled, glaring at Wake as he leaned in to kiss her neck. It was his turn to get handsy, roaming broad fingers over her shoulders, her waist, her back. He concluded his journey with a healthy handful of her ass. Alice giggled.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” She said, her voice sing-song.
Alice introduced Casey to their bedroom, padding around as if she wasn’t mostly naked. Confident and casual. She liked being in control like this, directing things. Hell, so did Alan.
“Want anything else? Another drink?” She asked, coy, jutting out a hip. Casey shook his head, smirking.
“Got a taste for something else.” This earned Casey an appreciative hum. He backed Alice up to the bed, crawling up her like an animal. When he kissed her she threw her arms around his neck, messing up his hair. Alan took his seat near the bed, subconsciously making as little noise as possible. Didn’t want to interrupt.
They shifted while they kissed so Max could crawl all the way up on the bed. Alice peeled off Casey’s dress shirt, revealing a narrow chest and lean muscle. Maybe he was a little skinnier than he’d pictured Casey being, but that hardly mattered now that Alice had her legs wrapped around his waist. Alan watched as Max pulled Alice’s thong down her thighs. He settled back in his seat, a hand half-covering his mouth.
“May I?” The guy asked, like he was asking to try some of her dessert at dinner. Maybe Max didn’t notice, but Alan saw her eyes light up. Alice nodded with a closed-lipped smile. As Max laid his belly on the bed, bracketed by her thighs, Alan realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone down on Alice. He rubbed the back of his neck, shame and irritation washing over him in equal parts.
It had been a rough couple months, Alan reasoned. He’d spent most of the time locked up in his study banging his head against the proverbial (sometimes literal) wall. Sure, he went out some nights, but it was always to brood, something he didn’t want to subject Alice to. Yet here he was, brooding now, massaging his temple while Max or Casey or whoever he was got between his wife’s legs.
Alice hummed as Max made contact with his tongue. Alan could hear the soft, wet noises his mouth made, pleasantly accompanied by hitches in Alice’s breathing. Alan was wracked with jealousy, something that hadn’t really happened before. A dozen or so date nights like these and never a whiff of resentment. He couldn’t figure out why.
“Mmm!” Alice gasped. Judging by Max’s posture, he’d added a finger. Alice let her head fall to the side and looked at Alan as Max worked her. Lips parted, eyes hazy, smiling. Beautiful. Alan watched her, his mouth watering, slumping lower in the chair. Casey chuckled low in his throat at how Alice had started to squirm. She was close to coming, Alan could see it, but then Max pulled away with a wet smack.
“You’re good at that.” Alice purred. Alan was disappointed. He really liked hearing Alice come.
“It’s been a while.” Max drawled like he was bashful, but there was nothing shy about him now. He leaned over, arms on either side of her shoulders. Confidant. Cocksure . “Good to know I’m not rusty.”
Alice pulled him down into a kiss. Max groaned, leaning into it. Alan saw a flash of tongue. When they separated, Max glared right at Alan, looking hungry. He flashed a cruel smile and Alan felt a rush. That face he’d seen in his mind's eye: Alex Casey. Cold Case Casey. Sneering at him, then looking wolfishly back down at his wife.
“What next, Mrs. Wake?”
Alice hummed thoughtfully. She made him lay down, propped up against some pillows, and unzipped his fly. She wrapped her hand around the base of his dick. As she brought her head down, she looked over at Alan.
Oh. Thought Alan. She only gave head to the guys she really liked. His mouth felt dry.
Casey’s breath stuttered, abs tensing as she worked him over. She was taking it slow, really drawing it out, deliberate and languid. And she looked good doing it. Alan always feared watching her might piss him off, but he never did. Watching Alice suck dick was hot even if it wasn’t his dick she was sucking.
Alan’s eyes drifted up to Casey’s face. He had his eyes closed, brows knit. The guys they brought home were sometimes too busy acting tough to be emotive. But with Casey, Alan could tell how good it felt. It was etched in the lines of his face, the flex of his jaw. Alan was getting hard. Casey shivered, petting Alice’s hair.
After a few interminably long and wet-sounding minutes Casey touched her shoulder, shaking his head.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t stop soon, I’ll–”
Alan couldn’t decide where to look, at Alice’s face or Casey’s, all drawn up and pinched as he tried not to come. But Alice just shook her head ‘no’ and kept going.
Oh. Alan thought again as it dawned on him. His breath quickened. Alice normally— she preferred to– she almost never swallowed for him.
“You sure?” Casey asked, panting.
“Mhmm…” Alice hummed around a full mouth.
Fuck. Alan thought. An impotent flair of rage followed by a deep, pathetic longing in his gut.
“Fuck–” groaned Casey, throwing his head back and holding onto her hair until he came in her mouth. Alice swallowed, licking her lips.
Casey tried to catch his breath. Alice crawled up next to him, wearing that smug expression Alan knew well. The ‘I made you come so hard your legs don’t work’ face.
“I’ll need a minute.” Casey wheezed. “Before I can go again.” Despite the horrific torrent of emotions boiling in his chest, Alan thought the guy looked kind of… cute like this. Winded, fucked out. Like Alice had sucked some of the venom out him through his dick.
“No rush.” Alice said sweetly. She put her thumb on his bottom lip. “We can always stop if you’re tired.”
“No way.” Casey replied, low in his chest like a growl, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her into a kiss, then murmured. “I still wanna feel how…” the rest of Casey’s words were too quiet for Alan to make out, but Alice giggled in response.
“Alice…” Alan interjected hoarsely. Didn’t have it in him to say he felt left out without dying of embarrassment. Casey glared at him, probably annoyed at the interruption.
“Let me just pay a little attention to my husband, first, Max.” Alice patted him on the thigh as she slid off the bed. “How’re you doing, babe?” Alice met him at his seat, his head at the same height as her chest. She put her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp. Alan’s eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his forehead in between her tits.
“Good, I’m good.” Alan ran his hands over her back and hips. “God, Alice,” He muttered uselessly, kissing her abdomen. He held her close and felt his erection bump her thigh. She chuckled.
“You should touch yourself.” She told him, nudging his crotch with her leg. All Alan wanted was to feel her fingers on him. His own would have to do for now. He shuddered, fumbling his dick out of his pants.
“So pathetic.” Casey crowed, laid out on the bed, arm behind his head. Alan looked at the floor, hot with a delicious shame.
“Isn’t he just?” Alice said fondly, mussing his hair up one more time before going back to bed. She straddled Casey, nipping at his lip. “You can’t come before, I do, Alan.” She smiled at Casey. “You either, Max.”
They kissed for a while, Casey and his wife. Alan felt like he had a fever. In the moment, so hard he couldn’t think straight, everything felt surreal. Alice, his wife, who he owed everything to. And, impossibly, Alex Casey, the man who’d made him rich, famous, and successful– or a man that just looked like him. Freakishly, Implausibly.
Casey let his head fall to the side as Alice sucked on his neck. He groaned deep in his throat, staring at Alan with what he could only guess was disgust. Alan probably did look pretty fucking pitiful, watching Alice grind her hips on Casey with his dick in his hand.
Fuck, but that made it hotter.
It felt right, like karmic justice, like Alan owed this to both of them.
But, God, he wanted to be in there. Beside them, between them, feel the heat of their bodies. Feel Casey’s fingers, the same ones grabbing Alice’s ass to grind against her. To take his disinterested gaze head on and meet it, panting like a dog, begging for scraps.
“Recovered yet?” Alice asked, all breathy and worked up. Casey just nodded, breathing through his nose with a hint of a smile. Alice rolled over on her back, welcoming Casey with parted thighs. He lined himself up, teasing her, making her moan. Then he was inside her, both of them sighing with relief, with pleasure.
Casey rolled his hips, slow and measured. Alan admired his restraint, and also he hated it. He jerked himself off a little faster, like that might speed Casey up, make the wet slaps of their thighs louder. Despite himself, Alan whimpered.
“Alan, come here.” Alice said, her voice husky, an arm stretched out to him. Alan more or less crawled over on his knees. Alice pulled him into a kiss, the wet, sloppy kind, her breath hitching with each of Casey’s thrusts.
“Wake.” Casey said firmly, voice steady despite his current aerobics. Alan’s eyes snapped to his, big and fearful. “Touch her, so I can fuck her properly.” To illustrate, Casey ran a rough thumb over her clit, making her jump and moan in Alan’s ear.
Alan nodded dumbly, kissing Alice once more, desperate to touch her. He’d do anything. He slid one slim hand down his wife’s stomach, circling her clit. She made a noise, egging him on. Alan tried to focus on keeping his motions steady but was getting distracted with how close his fingers got to Casey’s cock. He slid his fingers down further, two fingers down her lips, gripping Casey’s dick between them, pretending to just steal some lubrication when all he wanted was to touch him, too.
Casey looked him in the eye and Alan was sure he’d been caught breaking the rules. Breaching a threshold. But he just snarled and leaned in, pinning Alice’s thighs down, fucking her deeper.
“Feel good, babe?” Casey rasped. “Being fucked by a real man?”
“Uh huh,” Alice moaned, her head thrown back, exposing her throat. Alan shuddered, sucking on her neck, tasting her perfume and sweat. “Fuck, Max, don’t stop–”
When she came she let out a long, lilting moan, her hips twitching. Casey fucked her through it and Alan kept his hand pinned between them. He felt Alice’s body tense then relax, her breath soft in her ear, all the while looking at Casey– Max– who kept pumping his hips. When his movements got jagged, he pulled out.
Alan expected him to come on Alice’s stomach. Instead, Casey stepped off the bed, standing in front of him. Then Alan understood. He let his jaw fall open, tongue exposed, hazily looking down the barrel of Alex Casey’s cock.
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Alice instructed Alan to lay on the bed. He obeyed, pink-faced, panting, gazing at the ceiling. Strands of dark hair stuck to his forehead and he had a bit of cum on his chin.
“You have a little something here.” She teased, wiping it away with her thumb and licking it clean. Alan just let out a puff of air then looked at her, wobbly. Alice hummed and unbuttoned his shirt. The fabric was damp with sweat, his skin flushed. She was impressed he hadn’t come already. Sometimes she didn’t even need to touch him.
With a finger she traced lines of his chest hair, twirling around his nipples. He jumped, whimpering, when she brushed one with her thumb.
“You’re so sensitive like this.” She whispered, leaning closer, petting his stomach, close enough to touch him where he wanted. He could only groan in response, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.
“Do you wanna come, baby?” Alice asked him sweetly, knowing the answer. She wanted to hear him ask for it.
“Fuck, Alice, yes, please,” Alan whimpered. Like putty in her hands.
“You did so good,” She cooed, taking his dick in hand. Silky smooth skin, hot to the touch. She ran her thumb over the drool of precum on his tip. “Aw, look at you, you’re wet.”
Alan’s whole body convulsed, over-stimulated just by her words and gentle stroking. She kissed his cheek, then his lips, tugging steadily faster, wringing desperate sounds out of him. She knew he would be embarrassed by them, if he had any shame left to feel.
“Please, Alice, please,” He stammered, almost sobbing.
“Shhh, it’s alright, baby. Come for me.” This was her favorite part. She licked his bottom lip.
Alan came, hot ropes pulsing on to his stomach, the release of all that tension making his toes curl. Alice smiled, laughing, peppering him with little kisses.
Max emerged from the bathroom. His shirt was rumpled and his tie hung undone around his neck. The hair gel had completely given up, a lock of hair laying on his forehead. He looked softer. It was sweet.
Max regarded her husband, half dressed and covered in his own cum, with disinterest. When that gaze turned to her, the tiniest of smiles tugged at his lips.
“Everybody gets a happy ending, huh?” He asked.
“Eventually.” Alice patted Alan’s leg, who made a nondescript noise, and hopped off the bed. Suddenly she felt underdressed, the only one here naked, so she grabbed her robe.
“You’re welcome to stay the night.” Saying the word night made her yawn. It would be dawn soon. “I can make up the couch, or–”
Max shook his head, grabbing his jacket from where it had been abandoned. “No need. I’m heading home.”
Alice couldn’t really blame him but she felt sorry, imagining him in a lonely cab back to wherever he came from. Fleetingly she wondered what his life was like, where he lived, if anyone was there waiting for him there.
“That’s alright. Goodnight, then.” Alice folded her arms then added, “Thanks. This was… fun.”
Max snorted, offering a bigger smile. “Yeah. It was fun.”
She was going to walk him to the door, but he caught her, pulling her chest to his. Max kissed her, hard and deep, with enough force that Alice thought this whole thing might start all over again. When he pulled back, she was breathless, eyes wide, stunned into silence.
“Goodnight.” He said, voice low, then he nodded past her to where Alan was sitting up on his elbows. “ Wake.”
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Casey fell heavily into the back of the cab, mumbling an address. He raked fingers through his hair and let out a long exhale, deflating like a balloon. He was wired inside the Wakes’ apartment, but now that he was outside he was dog-tired. Limbs heavy like lead. Flashes of the night kept hitting him behind the eyes. Alice and her slinky black dress. The mischievous looks she kept shooting her husband. She did a good job selling it— that the show they put on was a punishment instead of a prize.
Closing his eyes, Casey steadied himself. He didn’t anticipate getting off on that part. The being watched. Envied, for taking something that wasn’t really his. The longer it went on, the wetter Wake became, his tenting erection looking painful. And when he’d finally got it out, started feebly pumping his dick, looking disgusted with himself. Like he could hear the cruel words whirling around in Casey’s mind. Pathetic.
And those final moments when Wake tried to cop a feel, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar when Alex clocked him. Casey was surprised how he didn’t mind. Even liked the expression Alan made, scared but not really.
“You care if I smoke in here?” Casey asked the cabbie. The guy just shrugged and rolled down the window closest to him. “Thanks.”
He took a drag, blowing smoke out the cracked window. The grand finale wasn’t something Casey planned. Just felt right to do. The way Wake’s mouth fell open, eyes rolled shut, tongue out to accept his cum, Casey knew he’d been spot on.
There. Casey thought, taking less than careful aim. Something for your trouble.