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Greg wouldn’t say he had any particular style. His body shape meant that when he found an item of clothing he felt comfortable in, he bought one in every colour and wore it until it fell apart. That didn’t change when he got famous, comedians don’t get sent fashion as a rule, and even if they did, Greg Davies wouldn’t be their ideal model. He owned one suit and it wasn’t especially well fitting, it was good enough, and he knew how to turn on the charm when needed, but the phrase ‘clothes maketh the man’ was never said with him in mind.
To be honest, in his every day life, Alex was even worse when it came to fashion. He bought things advertised to him on the internet, he bought shirts with macarons and mermaids on them, Horne wasn’t any sort of arbiter of sartorial elegance either.
The doorbell to his flat rang, the annoying buzzer sound echoing through the room. Greg answered to find it was a courier, he told the man to leave whatever it was in the foyer and was startled when the man simply said no, told him he had been paid extra to hand whatever it was directly to Greg himself. For a second Greg got a shiver of anxiety, thinking was this when he was going to die, a John Lennon moment on his doorstep. Still, in spite of this worry he buzzed the guy in but hid a baseball bat behind his front door, just in case.
Greg opened the door to an ordinary, non-threatening man, carrying a number of expensive looking packages. He thrust the parcels into Greg’s arms, hanging a garment bag over his wrist and held out a thick gold envelope which Greg had no choice but to clench between his teeth. Greg turned back away from the door and kicked it closed with his foot, the bang reverberated loudly.
When he got into his living room, the packages scattered to the floor. Laying the garment bag carefully over the sofa, Greg opened the envelope and read the card. Greg could smell something that was not cardboard and he tentatively lifted it to his face and sniffed. It smelled of expensive cologne and underneath a scent he hadn’t known he identified with Alex, and yet it was Alex he thought of when he sniffed. The card was thick and matte black with gold writing on it which simply had an address in central London and a date and time and nothing else. Greg turned over the card, wrinkling his brow in confusion and saw a handwritten name.
Alex -x-
The kiss was new, Greg didn’t think he’d ever received a communication from Alex that had a kiss on it, occasionally a heart, and memorably once the droplet emoji which it turned out, Alex had no idea what it meant, and blushed scarlet when Greg told him in great detail. Never a kiss though.
Picking up the smallest package, Greg opened it to find a silk tie, it was an iridescent purple with small silver details and it was immediately apparent by both the feel of the tie and the box it came in, that it was expensive. Greg picked up the next package which looked like a shoebox. When he opened it, the rich scent of leather poured out of the box. The shoes looked handmade and were obviously real leather not plastic like Alex’s awful Taskmaster shoes, and if he had to guess he would say they were Italian; the leather was butter soft and when Greg tried them on, they fit perfectly. Next came socks that felt like they were cashmere, when Greg checked the label he felt a little smug that he was right, the box said they were from Pantherella which he had never heard of but a quick Google told him that they were a luxury men’s clothes retailer.
Greg glanced at the garment bag resting insouciantly on the sofa, looking at it out of the corner of his eye like it might bite him. Slowly, he unzipped the bag and had to take a step back. Inside was a dark grey suit, so dark it was almost black, with a lilac shirt that looked like it had been freshly laundered and was so crease-free Greg felt nervous to even touch it. The suit was the most exquisite material and he stroked it with his fingertips, feeling the fabric shiver over his hand. Greg may not have expensive tastes in general but he knew a ten thousand pound suit when he saw one. Without even trying it on, he was certain it would fit him perfectly.
There was a final box glinting at him from the floor and Greg stretched down to pick it up. Opening the clasp, Greg revealed a velvet interior and nestling in the material were cufflinks. They were understated and elegant but they obviously had diamonds in them. Greg felt his mouth go dry and his heart rate accelerate. Alex had spent tens of thousands of pounds on him and he felt shocked and turned on and confused simultaneously.
The date on the card was a few days away but Greg couldn’t stop thinking about what it might mean, what would happen when he turned up, because of course he was going to turn up. Several times Greg got out his phone and sat down to compose a message to Alex but every time he deleted it before he could press send. Part of him didn’t want to risk Alex taking it back, the gesture at least. Greg had taken to stroking the suit whenever he walked past it, feeling the cool material slide between his fingers, wondering if Alex was imagining it as well.
Finally he put on everything that Alex had bought him, the suit did fit perfectly as he knew it would, Alex didn’t leave things to chance. Greg decided not to wear underwear, he felt a brief rush of titillation but the sensation of the suit against his bare skin overrode any thoughts of impropriety about the decision.
Greg downed three shots of vodka in quick succession and with a final admiring glance in the mirror, he stepped outside and was greeted by a Rolls Royce Phantom with a uniformed chauffeur confirming his name. Greg quickly cancelled the Uber and slid into the backseat.
The driver slid the privacy screen up and Greg listened to the hum of the tyres as they rolled over the tarmac, breathing steadily and trying to quieten the voices in his head which were screaming at him to reconsider what he was doing. The phone in his pocket chimed and he looked down at the screen. There was a message from Alex that simply said:
Good boy.
Before he could stop himself, Greg let out a little burst of laughter, the ridiculousness of the situation; Alex treating him like a whore he could buy with pretty things, whispering sweet words in his ear and making him feel paid for. The fact that usually Greg was the one pandering to Alex, calling him good boy and ruffling his hair condescendingly was not lost on Greg, neither was the fact that he really liked it, liked feeling like Alex owned him. Thinking about their real life dynamic, Greg had to concede that Alex sort of did own him, professionally at least for the moment.
Sooner than he was ready for, the car pulled up outside a building that looked ordinary, there was no signage outside but there was a man standing next to the large black wooden door at the entrance, whose entire aura screamed ex-law enforcement. Greg stepped on to the pavement and walked up to the man. Without saying anything, he put a hand to his ear and nodded, opening the door and ushering Greg inside. The door closed with a final sounding slam behind him. Greg was in a foyer that was all marble and pillars and crystal chandeliers, every inch dripped money and Greg felt awed and anxious at the same time.
Just before he really started to allow panic to take hold of him, a nondescript looking man approached him and asked Greg to follow him. Greg didn’t need to explain, not that he could have, but the man - with more than an air of butler about him - lead him wordlessly through to a lushly decorated room with a table in the middle which was set for dinner. Alex was standing next to the table, in a suit that while not-quite as nice as Greg’s, was pretty close. Greg felt his heart do a funny thud within his chest and his stomach dropped like he was falling from a height.
“Greg,” Alex said, adjusting his cuffs and stepping into Greg’s personal space like he owned it.
“What’s going on?” Greg asked, feeling his own voice tremble uncomfortably.
“It’s nice to see you can follow instructions,” Alex replied, haughtily, not answering Greg’s question.
Alex took another step forward and rested his hand proprietorially on Greg’s upper arm, allowing his fingertips to sweep over the material briefly before stilling and looking into Greg’s eyes.
“I wanted you to myself,” Alex said simply. “No fans, no fellow comedians, no family. Just you and I and the culmination of what we’ve been building. What I’ve been building,” Alex corrected.
Greg felt an incredible heat sweep over him, his mouth going dry at this new, strict, Alex.
“We’ve going to have dinner and then we’re going to… do other things together.”
Swallowing audibly, Greg felt a prickle of excitement at Alex’s voice, at his certainty of what was going to happen.
“Are you in agreement?”
“Yes,” Greg whispered before his brain had even weighed in on the matter.
Alex smiled, pulling out the chair next to Greg and ushering him into it with a steely, determined hand on his back, he then walked around the other side of the table and sat down, looking at Greg with an assured look on his face that Greg thought he could definitely get used to.
As though they had materialised from out of the walls, two waiters walked over and placed a dish down on the table in front of each of them, filling their wine glasses and then melting away when Alex picked up his cutlery.
“Eat,” Alex commanded and Greg immediately complied.
Aware that Alex was watching him eat, Greg felt acutely observed in a way that he had always hated and yet he felt excitement as Alex’s eyes swept over him, assessing and quantifying; clear and present lust visible just under the surface. Greg never thought to ask about the food, didn’t care that Alex had essentially decided what he was eating without consulting him, he just savoured every mouthful and felt alive under Alex’s gaze.
When they had eaten all of the food from several different courses, drinking wine which even Greg’s unrefined palate could tell was extortionately expensive, Alex stood up from the table and pulled Greg up to standing before striding to a door Greg hadn’t even seen, concealed within the decor of the wall. Alex pushed the door and it clicked open to reveal a bedroom that wouldn’t be out of place in a Dubai hotel.
Before Greg could worry or ask questions, Alex stepped through into the room and beckoned him inside.
“This is the most private of private member’s clubs, Greg. It exclusively caters to wealthy men who don’t want their dealings made public. Whatever happens in here, no one will ever breathe a word of it, anywhere.”
“I’m flattered,” Greg managed to say, looking around him and trying to ignore the massive bed in the middle of the room.
“You should be. This place cost more than my education.”
Greg looked at Alex and was gratified to see a little smile on his face, he smiled back and Alex winked at him. It should have looked ridiculous. At no point in their friendship would Greg have said that Alex was the sort of person who could pull off a wink, but then until the suit arrived at his place, Greg wouldn’t have believed Alex was capable of any of this.
Clearing his throat, Alex said low and intensely and with feeling, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Greg, but I for one really do want to…”
“Come on then,” Greg responded, letting the need come through in his voice.
Alex took three big strides until he collided with Greg, pushing his hands into the hair at his temples and angling their mouths together. The kiss was nothing like Greg had imagined it would be, and he had imagined it. In those fantasies Alex was pliant and kind and treated him with reverence, touching him with trembling, tentative fingers. This Alex was dominant and forceful and knew exactly what he wanted from Greg. All Greg had to do was hold on and try to memorise every second. Alex trailed his fingers down Greg’s neck, hinting at a powerful grip that he could employ if he wanted. Instead he tugged at the tie from around Greg’s neck, pulling it undone with the whisper of silk on silk.
“I’m going to tie your hands,” Alex whispered roughly against spit-slicked lips.
Greg made a noise that caused him to cringe; a vulnerable little whimper that prompted Alex to lean back in close and bite his bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. Carefully but without pulling back from the most intense kiss of Greg’s life, Alex undid the buttons on his jacket and eased it over his shoulders, throwing it on to a velvet armchair in the corner before giving Greg’s shirt the same treatment.
Separating from the kiss, Greg made another noise that he felt down to his toes when Alex pulled back just enough to tell him to kick off his shoes and socks. Greg obeyed as fast as he could, pushing back into Alex’s space like he was oxygen as soon as he was free. Alex chuckled against his lips and undid the clasps on Greg’s trousers, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle around his feet.
Alex looked down at him, his eyes flashing as he realised that Greg wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Whore…” Alex breathed.
Greg felt the word like a punch to his chest, his cock twitched and his heart raced, skin prickling with the desperate, dirty need to be touched, for Alex to touch him.
“I want to make sure you’re clean, because my tongue is going in every inch of you.”
All Greg could do was stare.
“Come on,” Alex needled, pushing Greg to another door in the corner which lead to an enormous wet room.
Alex stood just inside the door, still fully dressed. He was a step away from tapping his foot with impatience as Greg just looked at him.
“I want to watch you wash,” Alex explained, slowly, like he was talking to a child.
“Fuck,” Greg whispered under his breath, turning on the water and squirting himself with masculine-smelling shower gel; woodsmoke, or something equally manly.
Fighting between giving Alex a good show and trying to finish as quickly as possible so Alex could get his hands on him, Greg managed to do neither, fumbling and clumsily pushing fingers everywhere he could reach, scrubbing a hand between his cheeks and trying not to linger. When he was finished, Alex handed him a towel, watching him with hooded inscrutable eyes, the blue a darker shade than normal in the low light. The towel was the softest that Greg had ever felt but still, the rough drying had his skin lit up and sensitive and Greg worried that even with his erectile issues, this might be over quicker than either of them wanted.
Wordlessly Alex held out a hand and practically dragged Greg back to the bed, stooping to pick up the tie on the way.
“I haven’t forgotten,” Alex said, grabbing Greg’s hands and gesturing for Greg to hold them together while Alex wound the tie around his wrists, securing them together in front of him. “Next time they’ll go behind you.” Alex’s voice was certain, brooking no argument.
Alex toed off his shoes and socks and took off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt partway but leaving it and his trousers on. The contrast between Greg’s naked, bound form and Alex’s clothed one was stark and made Greg breathless.
Pushing him gently but firmly down on the bed, Alex encouraged Greg to lie on his front, his hands underneath him. Before Greg could worry too much about what was about to happen, Alex climbed on top of him, straddling his arse and leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear.
“Feel that?” Alex ground his pelvis against the globes of Greg’s arse, allowing him to feel his erection through the expensive cloth of Alex’s trousers. “This is what you’re doing to me.” Alex rocked his hips, pushing Greg’s own erection hard against the luxurious bedding. “Can I fuck you, Greg?”
“Oh god…”
Greg experienced a full body sensation, like an electric shock pushing through his body. That Alex was talking to him like this, fucking against him, his cock hard enough to cut glass as he whispered his filthy desires into Greg’s ear, it made him momentarily speechless.
Trying to get himself together, Greg managed to moan a ‘yes’ and felt Alex drop a kiss on his neck before climbing off him.
“Spread your legs,” Alex said, voice low and hot.
Greg complied immediately, spreading his thighs until he felt a twinge of the muscle protesting. Before Greg could work out where Alex was, he felt Alex lick a stripe over his hole, pushing down over his perineum and flickering over the back of his balls. There was no way Greg could have held in the groan that burst out of him. He actually couldn’t remember the last time someone had rimmed him and the feel of Alex’s beard between his cheeks made him want to squirm into the mattress and push back against Alex’s face, all at the same time. Greg felt Alex smirk against his skin, pushing the point of his tongue into Greg’s body and then pulling back and spitting filthily into his hole. Greg realised he was pretty much fucking the mattress and couldn’t bring himself to care as Alex explored him with his clever, sharp tongue.
Just when Greg was contemplating that he probably could come from this alone, Alex eased a slicked up finger into him, quickly adding another and rubbing over his prostate every time he fucked those long fingers into Greg.
Greg realised he was babbling, begging really, but there was nothing he could do about it as Alex took him apart thoroughly.
“Can I fuck you bare?”
The question took Greg by surprise and he felt his hole clenching around Alex’s fingers in response.
“Yes…” Greg hissed, not really capable of thinking but desperate to feel the hot length of Alex’s cock sliding into him.
“Good boy.”
“Oh fuck…”
Alex laughed, withdrawing his fingers and presumably slicking up his cock, if the wet little sounds were anything to go by.
Greg expected the push of Alex’s cock into his well-lubricated hole, but Alex surprised him by pulling him down the bed, encouraging him to kneel on something soft at the end of it, a padded chest was his best guess, as his face was pushed into the Egyptian cotton sheets. Before he had a chance to look around, or ask Alex anything, Greg felt the insistent press of hot flesh inside him, followed by Alex’s hairy thighs pushed against the back of his own. He slid deep on the first stroke and Greg lost himself for a while, feeling like his head was suddenly full of cotton wool. Greg couldn’t help but be impressed by Alex’s stamina as he slithered into him over and over again, never faltering his stroke as he fucked Greg with the same dedication he had for Taskmaster.
Already on the edge from the expert rimming Alex had administered, and Greg really couldn’t think about that for too long, Greg could do nothing but clench the sheets between his fingers and hold on as Alex pounded into him.
Alex came first when Greg was still trembling on the edge of orgasm, pushing deep into him and filling him with a liquid warmth that seemed to spread up his spine.
Pulling out carefully, Alex told Greg to slide up the bed and turn over and he obeyed without conscious thought, so close to coming all over himself that his movements were clumsy and ungainly. When Greg was on his back in the middle of the bed, Alex bent over him, swallowing his cock and pushing two fingers into Greg’s fucked out hole.
“Fucking hell,” Greg exclaimed, watching as Alex sucked his length, pushing himself down until Greg was firmly buried in the back of his throat and stroking crooked fingers over Greg’s swollen prostate.
Greg slammed into orgasm, feeling like someone had punched him with the force of it. His hole clenched around Alex’s fingers and Alex pulled back carefully.
“Did you just…”
Alex didn’t need to finish the sentence, Greg lolled against the sheets, chest heaving and a drop of sweat rolling off his brow.
Gently Alex untied his hands. “I should have brought a cheaper tie for this,” he said, looking at the ruined silk between his fingers.
“How the fuck are you so good at that?” Greg asked, breathlessly, with his eyes firmly shut.
“Good at what?” Alex said, with a smirk Greg could hear.
Greg opened his eyes and made an all-encompassing hand gesture. “All of it.”
“It’s a mystery.”
Greg snorted. “Are you going to leave the money on the bedside table?”
Dropping a soft kiss on Greg’s mouth, Alex replied, “I already paid for it with that suit.”
“You definitely did. I reckon you’d get a hundred more fucks like that for what that suit cost.”
“Oh well, I’ll look forward to that.” Alex put a hand on Greg’s sweaty chest and stroked over his nipple. “I just wanted to treat my special man.”
Greg rolled over and kissed Alex on the mouth, it was sweet and lovely and it made Greg’s heart flutter in his chest.
“I’m looking forward to doing this again with you,” Alex said, curiously formally, much more like the Alex that Greg was well acquainted with. He paused and then added, “but we have to leave or my kids won’t be able to go to university.”
“That expensive?”
“Nothing but the best for you. And yes, that expensive.”
Greg dropped one more kiss on Alex’s lips and put the nicest suit he’d ever owned back on until it was impossible to tell it had ever been off. He pushed the ruined tie into his pocket and walked side-by-side with Alex out of the building.