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Desmond slams the door to Alex's apartment behind them, making it well known that he's pissed off. They were silent in the cab, knowing one word could set either one of them off, more so Alex than Desmond.
Desmond actually had some essence of self control.
“One night. Literally, just one night I asked you to be a little bit less of an asshole.” Desmond says angrily.
“Sometimes I just can't help myself.” Alex replies, his words dripping with sarcasm. He pours himself a glass of whiskey.
”It was dinner with my parents! You already know how much they don't like the fact I'm dating a guy.”
Alex scoffs.
“You mean how much they don't like me.”
“Well obviously now they don't!” Desmond exclaims. “I want them to like you.”
“I'm not like you. I don't give a fuck if people like me or not.” Alex sips his whiskey. “That includes your snobby parents.”
Desmond groans in frustration. He has a right to be pissed off, because he knows his dad will call him in the morning and spend an hour talking about how Alex is a bad influence, how he's a shitty human being blah blah blah. Desmond's heard it all before, but he hoped tonight, finally, maybe Alex and his parents would be civil.
His dad has made it clear from the start of the relationship that he didn't approve. His first words were “but what about grandkids?” but eventually he accepted that Desmond was gay, but what he couldn't accept was Alex.
Alex is the type of guy that doesn't give a shit if what he says could be interpreted as an insult, and nine times out of ten, it is an insult. So the first time he met Desmond's mom, she tried to have a conversation with him and he sarcastically said,
“Now I see where Desmond gets his exciting conversation pointers from.”
His mom had gasped and walked away, leaving Desmond with his mouth hanging open. Safe to say, he kept Alex away from his parents as much as possible.
It doesn't help that his dad quite obviously hates Alex and can't even bear to look at him. His mom spent the entire night obviously watching what she said, and Alex seemed to pick up on it and acted far less of a dick than he usually does, which Desmond appreciated. But his dad was still the same as he always is and pushed and pushed. Eventually, after Alex asked him what his problem was, his dad snapped and told Alex he was damaged and that Desmond was too good for him.
At that point, Alex downed the rest of his wine and told his dad to go fuck himself before leaving. In Alex's defense, his dad deserved that, but not in the middle of a classy restaurant and especially not in front of his mom.
“You know what my dad's like. I asked you - no, I begged you to just ignore it for one night.”
Alex shrugs in response, taking another sip of whiskey.
Desmond puts his elbows on the kitchen counter and puts his face in his hands.
“I just wanted one nice night.” He sighs.
“Shouldn't have invited your parents then.” Alex comments.
Desmond's head snaps towards him.
“Fuck you. You're not much of a saint.” Desmond replies. “I'm so sick of having to defend you to my friends and parents because you're such an asshole.”
“Then don't.” Alex snaps and drinks the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “Nobody asked you to.”
Desmond narrows his eyes at him, watching him place his glass on the counter before walking past Desmond.
“Fuck this. I'm going to bed.” He says.
Desmond sighs again, deciding to follow Alex. He wasn't done with him. He was angry and Alex was pissing him off even more by not being as angry as he was. It sounds stupid but Desmond is angry, goddammit.
Alex is unbuttoning his shirt when Desmond walks into the room, getting more and more angry as time goes on.
“I'm not finished being pissed at you.” Desmond says.
“Not my problem.” Alex replies.
“For fuck’s sake, Alex!” Desmond shouts, “Can you not be yourself for five fucking minutes. It's no fucking wonder you have literally nobody but me. I don't even know how you still even have me.”
Alex glares at him and Desmond knows he's struck a nerve.
Dana stopped talking to Alex a few months ago because of the same issue. He just wasn't there. He's closed off, in his own head and a sarcastic dick all the goddamn time. Even when Dana had started crying, Alex just rolled his eyes and told her to stop being dramatic. But when Dana said she was done with him and stormed out of the apartment, Desmond could tell Alex was hurt.
“You better choose your next words carefully.” Alex says, his voice full of warning.
Desmond decides to carry on and walks over to Alex. They're almost chest to chest and Desmond can smell Alex's aftershave. It's almost intoxicating.
“Dana kicked you out of her life for a reason, Alex, think about that.”
“Fuck you.” Alex sneers, his eyes full of anger and not leaving Desmond's.
The tension rises between them and Desmond feels… Excited. He's never seen Alex this riled up before and it awakes something in him. He's seen Alex angry, but mostly it's directed at something or someone else, never Desmond, and Desmond almost always ends up fucking the anger out of him.
Desmond leans in, his mouth centimeters from Alex's ear.
“Get on the bed.”
Alex pulls away from him, glaring at him.
“Fuck off.”
Desmond grabs the collar of his partly opened shirt and shoves him towards the bed. Alex fights back, trying his best to push back against Desmond's force but he's overpowered and Desmond throws him on to the bed.
Alex kicks out at him as he tries to climb in between his legs but Desmond grabs his ankle and drags Alex closer to him, firmly planting himself between his thighs. Alex is squirming, so Desmond places a hand around Alex's neck to pin him in place.
“You know it turns me on when you're angry.” Desmond whispers.
“Get the fuck off me, Desmond.” Alex warns, trying to pry the hand off his neck.
Desmond grinds his half hard cock against Alex, feeling that Alex is in the exact same situation as him. He smirks and reaches down, stroking Alex through his jeans.
Alex growls and kicks Desmond in the chest, throwing him off. Desmond is winded and trying to catch his breath as Alex gets up off the bed.
“I warned you.” Alex says. “I'm sleeping on the couch.”
Desmond knows Alex wants this as much as he does, he's just playing hard to get. It's something he does all the time when Desmond's makes it extremely clear he's horny. Alex will fight him up until the point where Desmond's cock is in his ass, then he's pliable and obedient. He likes it rough and will force Desmond to physically restrain him to be able to fuck him. They've never fucked during an argument though, and Desmond's willing to test just how far he can take this and whether there's some sort or therapeutic exercise to this.
Just as Alex is about to leave the room, Desmond grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him back, Alex's hiss of pain adding to the blood flow heading straight to Desmond's dick. He only ever pulls Alex's hair if he's fucking him from behind and it always receives positive feedback, if moaning like a booker could be considered that.
Desmond forces him back into the bedroom, and Alex fights back against him, struggling against the grip on his hair. He kicks at Desmond's legs and Desmond almost loses his balance and he lets go of Alex's hair to steady himself. He grabs Alex's wrists and throws him down, causing him to fall on to the floor with a loud thud.
Desmond's on top of him in an instant, kneeling over his chest. He's got a handful of Alex's hair again, forcing his head up until he's holding himself up on his elbows.
“Just admit you want this.” Desmond says, unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.
“I fucking swear if you don't let go-”
Alex's words are cut off as Desmond shoves his cock in his mouth. Desmond groans, his head falling back slightly both at the feeling of a hot mouth around his dick and the much wanted silence from Alex.
Alex just glares up at him, silently refusing to suck, so Desmond thrusts hard, hitting the back of Alex's throat. Alex gags and tries to push Desmond away by his hips, but Desmond only smirks and thrusts again, gripping Alex's hair tighter as he tries to move his head back.
Desmond takes pity on him, which was difficult to do and pulls Alex off his dick, hooking a hand under his jaw and forcing him to look up. Alex is breathing hard, his mouth is wet, eyes dark and watery. The glare is back and aimed right up at him and Desmond groans. He presses his wet tip to Alex's lips, smearing precome over them. Alex finally gives in, opening his mouth and beginning to suck. Desmond knows he's won this round.
Alex moves his head without Desmond's urging him, taking Desmond all the way to the base and swallowing and fuck, Desmond moans. Alex has always been good at giving head, and Desmond knows he loves giving it.
Desmond loosens his grip on Alex's hair, letting him take control for now. He watches Alex take all of him, feels the way his tongue glides over the underside of his dick and then around the tip before sucking. Alex would ever allow him to say it, but Desmond thinks he's beautiful when he's like this.
“See what happens when you listen to me?” Desmond says.
Alex scrapes his teeth over Desmond's shaft and he curses loudly, pulling Alex off his dick. Alex looks rather proud of himself and Desmond's fighting with every ounce of his self control to not face fuck Alex until he comes down his throat.
Desmond pushes his forearm against Alex's neck, forcing him to lay down and Alex struggles under him, scratching at Desmond's arms. One particular scratch has Desmond sucking air in through his teeth. He knows Alex has drawn blood.
“If you don't fucking stop, I'll fuck you dry.” Desmond warns, pushing his forearm harder against Alex's neck.
Alex narrows his eyes, then spits right in Desmond's face. It lands on his cheek. Desmond closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, rage building inside of him. He sits ups and wipes the spit off his cheek with his sleeve, then slaps Alex with the back of his hand.
Alex's head snaps to the side and he curses. Desmond then grabs his jaw and forces him to looks at him.
“Pull that shit again and you won't be coming tonight.” Desmond growls.
Alex's lips twitch upwards, a cocky look crossing over his face. Desmond catches him in a rough kiss. It's all teeth and Desmond can taste whiskey and himself on Alex's lips and tongue. His mind goes wild at the combination and for a second, he feels feral, wanting nothing more than to claim Alex as his own.
Desmond hisses in pain when Alex bites his lip, but he doesn't stop kissing him. He slides his hands down Alex's chest then rips the shirt open, buttons pinging everywhere. He feels Alex tense but continues touching him, feeling his hot skin under his hands. He needs Alex badly. He knows if he doesn't fuck him soon, Alex will eventually wriggle out of his grasp and get away. He'll dangle himself in front of Desmond, knowing he's desperate, just to spite him. Right now, Alex is still and accepting the fact he's lost, so Desmond needs to act fast.
Desmond reaches over to the night stand, straining to grab the lube and condoms. Alex uses this to this advantage and turns over, trying to escape just as Desmond secures the bottle of lube. He doesn't have time to grab a condom, so he's obviously fucking Alex raw tonight whether he likes it or not. Alex has never allowed him to before, but really, what choice does he have.
He would be lying if he says his dick didn't twitch at the thought of fucking Alex bareback.
Desmond grabs the back of Alex's neck and pins him to the floor. He lifts his hips and unbuttons his jeans with shaking hands, ripping them down to his thighs, followed by his underwear.
“You need to learn when to quit.” Desmond says, out of breath. He forces Alex's legs open and admires the scene before him - Alex, face down, ass up, a hand on the back of his neck pinning his cheek to the floor. Desmond decides it's good enough and that he'll fuck him like this today instead of manhandling him into another position.
The sound of the cap on the lube popping open breaks the silence in the room. Desmond squeezes a generous amount over his cock before rubbing two fingers over it and pressing one to Alex's ass.
He sinks his finger in slowly, feeling Alex tense. He should tell him to relax and soothe him, but Alex has pissed him off to a point where his comfort really doesn't bother Desmond tonight, so he pushes his finger all the way in until the knuckle and fucks him with it.
Alex's fists are clenched and he's attempting to move his ass away. Desmond removes his hand from the back of Alex's neck for a second to slap his ass, the harsh smack echoing in the bedroom, followed by a grunt from Alex.
Desmond pushes in the second finger, working Alex open as quickly as he can. His dick is straining against his abdomen and he can't hold off much longer. He curls his fingers and Alex lets out a breathy moan.
That almost sends Desmond over the edge itself. He pulls his fingers out and slams them back in.
“Fuck!” Alex cries out through clenched teeth.
Desmond smirks and does it again, finger fucking Alex hard and deep, curling his fingers every so often just to drink up the sounds of Alex's moans.
“Just fuck me already.” Alex breathes out.
Finally, Alex has admitted defeat. When he begs - in his own way - to be fucked, Desmond knows he's won. He knows Alex has bent to his will.
Quickly, Desmond removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock, pushing in slowly. Alex gasps, reaching behind him to grab Desmond's wrist in a bruising grip. His nails dig into Desmond's flesh when he's all the way in.
They stay like that for a few moments, Desmond trying his hardest not to move while Alex gets used to the feeling of his cock inside him.
“You're still so fucking tight. You need to relax.” Desmond says.
“Fuck you.” Alex snaps.
Desmond thrusts and Alex lets out a surprised cry. He's loose enough, Desmond thinks, and begins to move. He starts off slow but deep, making sure he reaches all the way inside to make Alex squirm under him, which he does until Desmond adjusts his position and begins fucking him harder.
Alex isn't fighting back anymore, he's instead laying there taking everything Desmond's giving him, which is always how this plays out. He throws a tantrum, making it so fucking hard for Desmond to control himself. It's like he gets off on making Desmond angry. He can't blame him, Desmond genuinely thinks this is the best sex they've ever had. He can't contain his groans while he's fucking into Alex, watching as his cock disappears inside his tight heat.
The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud, but Alex's moans are louder and Desmond's sure the neighbors can hear him. It encourages him to thrust faster and deeper, grinding his cock inside Alex to make his moans that little bit higher. God, they're beautiful. The sounds Alex makes when they fuck always drives Desmond wild; it makes him lose control of himself.
His knees are aching on the hardwood floor, but he can feel himself getting close. He reaches under Alex, giving his leaking cock a firm stroke. Alex gasps, his knuckles white. He's pushing back against Desmond's thrusts, cursing through clenched teeth. He's close too, and Desmond's determined to make him come first.
Desmond strokes him in time with his thrusts and puts more pressure on the back of his neck. He leans down, close to Alex's ear.
“You didn't let me grab a condom, so I guess I'm coming inside you.”
Alex glares at him from the corner of his eye.
“You're a sick fuck.” He breathes out.
“And you're gonna be full of my come.” Desmond says and moves his hand to Alex's hair, tugging hard.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck.” Alex chants under his breath before he comes into Desmond's hand and clenches tightly around the cock inside of him.
A string of curses leave Desmond's mouth against Alex's neck and he thrusts fast, feeling his orgasm overcome him. He doesn't stop fucking as he comes, his hips stuttering as an intensive warmth washes over him. Alex's moans turn to whines until Desmond eventually stops thrusting.
He stays inside, breathing heavily as his dick still twitches from the most powerful fucking orgasm he's ever had. He blinks the spots away from his vision and thrusts once more. Alex growls, but it's weak and defeated.
Desmond's hand loosens its grip on Alex's hair and slides his hand down to his back, where strokes soothingly as he pulls out. A string of come is on Desmond's dick and it breaks off and drops to the floor. He shivers and genuinely thinks if he could get hard again, he'd push is cock right back in and fuck his come back into Alex.
“Fucking asshole.” Alex mutters, face still pressed to the floor. “I feel fucking gross.”
“Well maybe next time, let me grab a condom.” Desmond quips and slaps Alex's ass playfully.
Alex growls again and lifts himself up on trembling arms. Desmond stands, his knees and back screaming at him, and offers a hand to Alex, who takes it without hesitation.
Alex grimaces as he looks down at himself and Desmond snorts.
“I liked this shirt.” He says.
Desmond grabs the collar and runs both sides of the opened - ruined - shirt through his fingers.
“Hm. I like it better like this.”
Alex slaps his hands away.
“I need a shower.” He snaps.
Desmond smirks, agreeing in his head that he also wants to shower, but mostly so he could run his hands over Alex's body without getting ridiculed or told to hurry the fuck up.
Alex goes to shower and refuses to let Desmond join him. Desmond thinks it's punishment for coming in him, which he thinks is completely unfair given the circumstances at the time, but he lets it slide.
Desmond is sitting on the bed, looking down at text from his dad which is five paragraphs long when Alex comes back in the room, towel around his waist. Desmond's eyes completely leave his phone immediately, scanning over every inch of Alex's body. He never gets tired of seeing that pale, lean figure.
Alex catches him staring and frowns.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Desmond replies and goes back to reading his dad's text. His eyes do slide away at one point when Alex is changing to stare at his ass, but he looks away before Alex catches him.
Desmond feels he's read enough of his dad's rant and locks his phone, placing it on the bedside table. He sees that Alex is standing next to the bed, looking awkward. Desmond frowns.
“What's wrong?” He asks.
Alex looks everywhere else but at him.
“I'm sorry… about your parents.” He says.
Desmond blinks. Out of the six months they've been dating, Alex has never apologized. Ever. The words sound foreign coming out of his mouth.
“Oh.” Desmond replies, then finally finds his words. “It's okay, I mean. I should be sorry. I shouldn't expect you to put up with my dad's bullshit. He's an asshole and I should tell him to shut the fuck up once in a while.”
Alex nods and a silence falls between them. Desmond's unsure what Alex is thinking, so he lays across the bed and reaches his hand out. Alex grimaces at it, but takes it anyway.
“I know you try. You're not a people person, and I shouldn't put the pressure on you to be one.” Desmond says quietly, squeezing Alex's hand. “But please, talk to me. Talk to Dana.”
Alex nods again and before another awkward silence encompasses the room, Desmond grabs his hips and pulls him down onto the bed. He glares at Desmond as he bounces on the mattress, but Desmond doesn't acknowledge it and instead leans in to kiss him.
Much to Desmond's surprise, Alex doesn't recoil or make a shitty comment. He allows Desmond to kiss him, and he even lets Desmond hold the slow, gentle pace. Alex leans into the kiss, placing his hands either side of Desmond. There's a crinkle as Desmond sits up, but he ignores it.
Alex pulls away suddenly and pulls something out of Desmond back pocket. It's a condom.
Alex's face goes from relaxed to fucking furious within seconds and all Desmond can muster is a sheepish,
“Shit, I forgot that was in there.”