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"This doesn't mean anything," Greg sighed.
Alex sat politely on the edge of the bed, glaring at Greg with eyes not unlike a curious, eager puppy. On the other hand, Greg loomed over Alex, his shadow isolating Alex from the dim lights of the hotel room. His expression was mostly unreadable with a hint of annoyance.
"I know," was all Alex could utter with a tone of urgency.
Of course, he could tell that under Greg's stone facade was a sea of nerves waiting to burst from the tension.
"You know what they say, right? Don't knock it until you've tried it?" Greg forcibly laughed. He considered making a joke about getting knocked up in America but decided against it.
The wait was agonizing. Alex chuckled, but frowned.
"Aren't you tired of standing up?" Alex whined, subsequently sprawling himself on the bed. "We've been walking all day, haven't we?"
Greg steeled his expression and crawled towards Alex, who rested his back on the pillows and headboard. As he inched closer, he could hear Alex's muffled whines and noises. He continued fidgeting and fussing underneath Greg, desperate to touch him but holding himself back.
A swell of agitation rose from the pit of Greg's stomach up to his chest as he witnessed Alex writhe beneath him. Then came a feeling of guilt. He was the one who propositioned Alex into having sex. He was the one who engrossed himself in fanfiction more so than Alex. He was the one desperate to live out these fantasies, even if it's just once. And yet he harbored a deeper irritation of the man, wanting nothing more than to shut Alex up. His best friend.
Thankfully, it didn't stop him from indulging himself. Greg ran his fingers through Alex's hair. A small soft gesture to convince himself to be sweet and loving. Alex leaned in with the same magnitude of desperation, nuzzling into Greg's hand.
Greg pulled his head back, harshly.
Tilting Alex's head aside, Greg dove into his neck. He inhaled sharply, taking in the sweat and aftershave to fully orient himself towards his objective. Alex twitched as he felt Greg's lips press on his neck. Greg's eyebrows furrowed.
"Please," Alex whined, his voice breathy.
"Settle down." Greg's teeth brushed against Alex's skin as he growled. He sank his teeth in, punctuating his words.
Their cycle continued: Greg starts out sweetly, then lashes out after feeling humiliated. Alex was left unaware of Greg's inner dilemma. Of course, the latter thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. Alex's overstimulation basically evolved into a feeling of pleasure after spending years with his typecast bully of a colleague.
It didn't help that Greg's hands were massive. It made his conquering of Alex more efficient. After marking his shoulder with bruises, his gigantic hands wandered underneath Alex's multiple layers of clothes. He left no spot untouched, petting and pinching his way down Alex's torso.
Alex was totally exposed at this point. His back arched against the pile of pillows resting by the headboard, while his legs are spread wide by Greg's knees pressing them open. His hands threatened to pull his love handles apart. As a cherry on top, Alex's cock started to fill out his jeans.
"Calm down," Greg pressed his hand on his belly. Alex reluctantly lowered his hips, which he just realized was raised to meet Greg's touch.
"Stop teasing and fuck me already," cried Alex.
"How? You can't stay still, even if your life depended on it." Greg scoffed.
Alex whimpered to a volume uncharacteristic of a middle-aged man.
"Fine. Alright! Just keep your mouth shut," Greg groaned, fiddling with Alex's fly. Pulling off his trousers and pants, Greg was greeted with the sight of Alex. Burying his nose in his hair, Greg leaned in and took a big whiff of Alex's cock. He gagged at the smell, but his mouth salivated regardless.
"I'm sorry," Alex gasped, recalling a previous remark about his pubes. "I should've shaved."
"I don't care for it."
"Do you want to fuck me still?"
"Not if you don't shut up."
Alex hummed deeply, his cock twitching to the vibration of his vocal cords. With nothing left to do, he spread his legs once again and rubbed his thumb against the head, awaiting Greg's next move.
He then slapped Alex's arm away. Greg wrapped his hand tightly around Alex until he could feel it throb. As expected, Alex whimpers.
"Jesus Christ, Greg, don't break it."
In one swift movement, Greg let go of his cock and wrapped his mouth around the tip. Saliva flowed freely from his mouth on his shaft as Greg sucked softly. He then pulled back and mixed Alex's pre-cum with his saliva, making sure his cock is all slicked up.
Alex had started panting, trying desperately not to make too much sound. The restrained silence amplified the noise of Greg pumping his slick cock fiercely. This didn't stop him from moving his hips in an desperate, offset rhythm.
"Greg, I'm going to come. Please."
To his surprise, Greg released his grip on Alex's cock. Alex flopped on the bed from losing his momentum and whines even louder than before. His frustration was about to turn into a tantrum, until—
"Stop making a fuss! " Greg shouted in his ear. Alex straightened up and kept silent.
"You make it so difficult for me."
For a moment, Alex was worried. Was he too annoying? Did he ask for too much? Will Greg ever do this with him again? His hazy eyes met Greg's death stare boring into his soul. This felt different to the other times Greg had teased him.
Alex narrowed his eyes at Greg. Greg was panting, yes, but he didn't move as much as Alex. He then glanced down at his own cock, still rock hard from Greg's squeeze, and noticed something else. He reached for Greg's trousers, undoing his fly and pulling out his cock, fiercely red from the lack of attention.
"You like this," Alex pressed his thumb on Greg's tip. "You like it when I'm fussy."
Greg moaned as Alex continues to fiddle with his cock. "Is that what this is?"
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I would be sweet to you, but something in me just tells me to be a prick." Greg sighed. "I know you like it, but I didn't think I would. I thought I wasn't into all that."
Alex laughed and pulled Greg into a passionate kiss. Of course Greg would still be in denial of his own sadistic tendencies. He was a softie when it came to romance. Perhaps his role as Taskmaster was way more than part of his subconscious urge.
"I'd still like to fuck you if you let me pretend," Greg whispered breathily into his ear. "I'll say I don't like you and we'll never have sex again."
Alex suddenly bursted into laughter and rolled his eyes. The indifferent Taskmaster returned, one that thought fucking Alex was repulsive. "Alright, then."
Relieved that the tension in the air was less suffocating, Alex lied back and wrapped his arms around Greg's neck. Just the right amount of pressure. He returned to writhing under his weight, grinding his cock onto Greg's and uttered with a high-pitched voice: "Greg, please, I need to come, please..."
Pretending to retch in disgust and covering his mouth with his hand, Greg licked and smothered it with his spit.