If you're wondering if i want you to, scott/alex, nc-17
Title: If You're Wondering If I Want You To
Paring/s: Alex/Scott
Genre: Slash
Rating: R-NC-17
Word count: 2837
Warnings/Spoilers: Given a once-over by the lovely sashataakheru
Summary: Scott licking his lips all the time drive Alex crazy, the sexy time kinda crazy.
Essentially a sequel to Guiding The Needle but can stand on its own.
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Alex isn’t entirely sure when the game got turned around on him, but he’d be willing to place the blame solely on Grace Park. Scott, for all his bluster and trash talking, isn’t always necessarily the first guy on the uptake when it comes to certain issues. Like the blatant invitations Alex has been making in regards to how much he’d like have Scott’s tongue, well, anywhere, but from the way Scott’s been eyeing his back tattoo for the last several weeks, trailing along the pattern of his back would be most preferable and satisfactory for the both of them.
But instead of cluing in to the subject like any normal person with eyes would have, Scott regressed into grunting and contemptuous silence whenever Alex tried to pull a reaction from him. Realistically, Alex thought maybe he’d set the bar too high for Scott’s apparently limited capabilities when it came to the blindingly obvious.
He also now thinks he might have to revise that opinion. Scott’s not as overt about it as Alex was, clearly preferring to be more subtle and underhanded in a way Alex hadn’t expected - but he’s certain that’s the reason why it took him so long to figure out just what game Scott was playing, and he has to admire the man for his sneakiness.
It’s been several weeks since the incident on Alex’s couch where Scott had come about as close as Scott could to an admission of attraction over Alex’s tattoos, and Alex had kind of been hoping he would continue with that thought - but instead he’d diverted the topic and then refused to mention it again. And now they’re here, standing on set, and Alex’s breath catches in his throat for a moment.
Scott’s tongue slides over his top lip, ostensibly keeping it moist so they won’t have to retake the scene, a slow drag that makes Alex’s blood travel quickly downward. It’s artfully constructed, short enough that no one suspects what is going on (except Grace, who is trying rather miserably not to smirk) but long enough to catch Alex’s attention so that he flubs his line for the third time in fifteen minutes. He tries his very best not to glare as a slow smirk curls Scott’s lips.
“You right there mate?” Scott asks in an exaggerated Australian accent, and Alex flips him the bird in response.
“Fuck you, Caan,” he responds, and jerks his head in silent apology when the director of the week fixes him with a look.
“When you feel the need to tell me what got your panties in a twist, I’ll be here so we can drink cosmos and have a long deep and meaningful conversation then, okay?” Scott claps him once on the shoulder sincerely, nodding solemnly.
“Oh get fucked,” Alex says in exasperation, throwing his hands up in the air as the director calls for a break to ‘give their leads time to work out their lines properly’ and stalking away.
“But I can read you your horoscope too, so you can find out what to do as a single gal!” Scott calls after him, before breaking into a fit of laughter that echoes down the narrow alleyway.
--
It really shouldn’t be this difficult to ignore it, really, but he can’t help it. Scott’s eyes are intent as he stares down at the computer table in the main foyer, and licks his lips before he begins his line, and Alex catches the hint of humour as Scott’s eyes flicker imperceptibly up to meet his own.
“What do you think?”
What does he think? Alex thinks he would like to slam Scott down on the table and attack his mouth, ferocious little nips and bites as Scott’s tongue slides along his own. He wants to get his hands under that stupidly long shirt they make Scott wear, tangle his hands in that tie and pull Scott up to meet his mouth, lick along the hip bone that would be exposed. He knows that he could get his hands down Scott’s pants and possibly his mouth, wants to make Scott make ridiculous noises, tease him and torture him, until he’s screaming Alex’s name as he comes.
But of course, that would be too good to be true, wouldn’t it.
“I think,” he says, and his voice might be a little rougher than Steve’s normally is, “that we need to go pay our friend Mister Raikov a visit.”
--
“Babe, let me help you with that.”
Alex glances down to see Scott stealing food off his plate, and he brandishes his knife in Scott’s direction as a warning against trying the same action twice.
“Although I can see how a growing boy like you would need all his veggies, you’ve got your own food.” Alex spears a chip off Scott’s plate and shoves it in his mouth before Scott can complain. “And you should eat it before you eat mine, thief. Consider that reparation.”
Scott makes a face at him, but continues to eat his food without venturing any further than his plate, and Alex feels slightly put off by the lack of response but it doesn’t stop him from continuing.
“Besides, it’s rude to steal food from your date’s plate,” and Alex has to stop himself from bursting out in laughter as Scott begins to choke on his chicken, placing a hand over his mouth as his eyes crinkle up at the corners.
“You bastard,” Scott manages eventually as he gropes to find his beer, taking two huge mouthfuls, “this isn’t a date.”
“Could’ve fooled me. You know, if you wanted to date me, all you had to do was ask,” Alex replies cheerfully, and watches as Scott rolls his eyes good-naturedly and points his fork in Alex’s direction.
“No, I do not want to date you, this is not a date, and nor would I ever take you on one. I like people that are not you to take on dates. You? You are loud and obnoxious and sometimes I wonder if I should sit you at the kiddie table so the adults can do their work.”
“Just admit it, you want in my pants. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Alex spreads his arms wide, noting with satisfaction as Scott’s beginning to look flustered. “I am something to be admired after all.”
“You’re something alright. Something delusional.” Scott retorts, but Alex is pretty sure that he’s won this round.
--
“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know?” Scott pants in his ear, and Alex has to agree, not that he has much room for making coherent thought at the moment.
“Right back at you,” he says breathlessly, sliding his hands down Scott’s sides to his hips, and watching the resulting shiver curl itself down Scott’s spine.
“How the hell do you get us into these positions?” Scott’s whisper is furious and it’s all Alex can do not to smile, at least a little at Scott’s outright indignation. He presses back more heavily against the wall, pulling Scott further in and he can’t help the fact that his train of thought is leading nowhere saintly at that moment.
“What can I say,” Alex says, looking left then right, before glancing up at the ceiling, anywhere but at the close proximity of Scott’s face to his neck, which Alex just kind of wishes Scott would bite. “I just love being close to you, it’s a dream of mine.”
“You know what? This, this whole thing is ridiculous. If we’d done this my way in the first place, this whole situation would never have happened and we’d both be home by now.” Scott’s breath is hot on his neck, and Alex is just so close.
He nearly jumps a foot in the air when Scott’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, accidentally catching the sweat Alex knows has to be beading on his neck. Alex makes a strangled noise in his throat, a quiet half-choked whimper and Scott goes stock still against him, every fibre tensing.
“You’re making too big a deal out of this Danny, I mean come on,” and Scott looks up to catch his eye, sinking his teeth into his lip as he stares intensely at Alex, not as Danny Williams, but as Scott, and Alex suddenly can’t breathe.
“Okay, okay, fine, just, next time, we do it my way okay?”
--
Alex takes a deep breath, staring disconsolately at the meagre contents of his fridge. He really should eat, he knows that, but he doesn’t have the heart for it at the moment, he’d much rather just go to bed. Especially considering he has to be up in like seven hours to shoot another ridiculous early morning swimming scene as well.
He shuts the fridge and rubs a hand tiredly over his face, contemplating the effort required to drag his ass from the kitchen to the bed when he’s startled by a knock at the door.
“Scott?” He manages to get out in one startled movement, before Scott is pushing past him and into his little shithole of an apartment, brandishing beer and what Alex thinks is thai food, although he can’t actually be sure. “Um, come in, I guess.”
“We need to talk,” Scott says brusquely, suddenly all business, and Alex is unnerved at how still Scott gets when it’s something serious.
“About...” Alex trails off slowly, waiting for his brain to catch up with this conversation.
Scott turns around still dressed in his Danny costume from today, fingers working the tie loose from around his neck, as he fixes Alex with a pointed stare that communicates very clearly that sometimes Scott doesn’t understand how Alex can be so dense.
Maybe sometimes they’re both a little stupid.
“I’ve been thinking,” Scott pauses and licks his lips, and Alex can’t help but drop his eyes to watch it happen in agonisingly slow motion, “about you. And me. And this whole stupid thing.”
“Uh,” Alex replies, eyes dropping further as Scott’s fingers slowly begin to undo his shirt, exposing glorious inches of skin that Alex really wants to get his mouth on, fucking propriety be damned. But maybe that’s the whole point.
Scott steps closer, and Alex can feel his breath stutter in his chest as Scott’s fingers wind around his back, spreading a flat palm across the centre of the tattoo. Scott looks up at Alex, something in his eyes as he licks his lips again and Alex nearly groans in frustration.
“I swear to god, if you do that one more time, I will not be held responsible for my actions,” Alex is giving Scott a way out of this, he knows that he should, but Scott doesn’t seem to want to move.
He holds Alex’s eyes as his tongue darts out once again, trailing over the top lip before it moves to the bottom. Alex whimpers in the back of his throat as he pushes Scott backward, just fucking backward until Scott’s back hits the wall, and the Alex kisses him, presses his mouth down hard and just lets go.
He’s working on pure instinct here, unsure of what Scott likes but figuring if he replicates what he himself likes, it’s probably going to be a safe bet. It should be awkward but he doesn’t fucking care, and from the muted groan the escapes Scott’s mouth upon the clashing of their teeth, he doesn’t seem to care so much either. Alex can’t decide where to put his hands, sliding them through Scott’s hair, down the half-exposed chest, settling on his hips for a moment before reversing the process back up again.
Scott drives him fucking crazy, and he loves it. Not that Scott is helping him keep a train of thought, sliding hands up his back, scraping blunt fingernails across the tattoo, and ensuring Alex doesn’t keep dominance over their kiss, by pressing back just as hard and if that isn’t one hell of a turn on, Alex doesn’t know what is. He settles his hands on Scott’s hips, fingers hooking in the belt loops, and pulling Scott forward to grind against him.
“I’m getting you in my bed now,” he says against Scott’s mouth, “and I’m not letting you out of there, ever.”
Scott responds by biting Alex’s lower lip and smirking.
It doesn’t take very long for them to stumble into the bedroom, losing clothes along the way, but if Alex doesn’t get Scott into bed now, there’s a very real chance that he will break something, so he settles for pushing Scott onto the bed. Scott who responds by flipping them over, hands sliding over the expanse of Alex’s back.
“You have no idea,” Scott breathes reverently, “no fucking idea how badly I wanted this, to do this. You drove me fucking insane. Until I knew you were playing with me.” There’s a mouth on his lower back, trailing kisses along what Alex knows to be the outline of his tattoo, along the edges in shape until the trail of kisses in replaced by long swipes of Scott’s tongue as it works it’s way slowly down to the very bottom point of Alex’s tattoo, lapping at the point which ends millimetres above his crack, and Alex can’t help but rub himself against the mattress.
“Fuck, Scott, fuck,” Alex bucks uselessly against Scott’s hold, and hears Scott’s breathless chuckle as the tongue begins to work slowly up his spine.
“I though about it,” Scott says, pausing in his work, “what I was gonna do. Not today babe, there’ll be other days for that, today, I want this.”
He manages to get Alex turned around so they’re facing each other, pressing bruising kisses to Alex’s mouth before trailing a series of bites down the column of Alex’s neck - bites he knows are going to leave marks.
Scott is fucking with him, but Alex isn’t about to let him have the upper hand, and manages to roll them over, until he has clear access to Scott’s chest, sliding down his body until he can bite down on those ridiculously jutting hipbones, making Scott jerk at the touch.
Scott’s got one thing right though to Alex, there’ll be other times for other things, and he feels the cooling air on the lavished skin of his back burning like a brand as he slides down further, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Scott’s thighs, a silent proclamation of possession. Fucking mine.
Followed by licking a stripe up underneath Scott’s cock, teeth grazing ever so lightly over the hyper-sensitive flesh, and Scott makes a noise in the back of his throat. Alex huffs a laugh, and slides his mouth down over the tip, feeling the heated weight settle upon his tongue.
It’s awkward at first though he’s not expecting anything else, but from the noises being pulled from Scott’s throat as Alex slowly works his mouth down before dragging it back up again, Alex isn’t doing that bad of a job. And god, he doesn’t think he has wanted anything more in his life than pressing Scott into the mattress, drawing out filthy slurred curses as his speeds up his rhythm, and fuck, Alex has to press a hand to his own cock, moaning around the vaguest feeling of relief.
He can’t, they’re so fucking worked up that it was never going to last long, and he can’t fathom that he’s getting off on the sounds Scott is making, but fuck it, he is and it’s so fucking glorious that when Scott practically jerks off the bed, swearing an absolute blue streak as he comes down Alex’s throat, it’s all Alex can do to not come himself.
But Scott has other ideas, as he gets enough elevation to push Alex backward, crawling over his legs and taking him down without so much as a by your leave, and fuck, it’s just too much for Alex. A whole sensory overload that he can’t control, and his whole body shakes with the effort of not embarrassing himself.
Scott has other ideas, as he flicks Alex a look from between his eyes, withdrawing his mouth and jacking him roughly with one hand.
“Alex,” Scott’s voice is throaty and Alex whimpers as the sound practically vibrates along his skin, “look at me.” And he does, he can’t ignore that voice when it commands him. Scott is looking absolutely wrecked and fucked out, but there’s a determination to his face that tells Alex everything. Then he licks his lips as he twists his hand and Alex’s vision whites out as he comes.
Alex is going to cop shit for it, he knows that, when this whole thing is over Scott will deride him and tease him and make a mockery of everything that Alex holds dear.
But he doesn’t fucking care.
Because he knows he can retaliate with this. And if it gets Scott’s tongue on his skin again, he certainly isn’t going to be complaining about it.
He really owes his tattooist a thank you note.
Paring/s: Alex/Scott
Genre: Slash
Rating: R-NC-17
Word count: 2837
Warnings/Spoilers: Given a once-over by the lovely sashataakheru
Summary: Scott licking his lips all the time drive Alex crazy, the sexy time kinda crazy.
Essentially a sequel to Guiding The Needle but can stand on its own.
---
Alex isn’t entirely sure when the game got turned around on him, but he’d be willing to place the blame solely on Grace Park. Scott, for all his bluster and trash talking, isn’t always necessarily the first guy on the uptake when it comes to certain issues. Like the blatant invitations Alex has been making in regards to how much he’d like have Scott’s tongue, well, anywhere, but from the way Scott’s been eyeing his back tattoo for the last several weeks, trailing along the pattern of his back would be most preferable and satisfactory for the both of them.
But instead of cluing in to the subject like any normal person with eyes would have, Scott regressed into grunting and contemptuous silence whenever Alex tried to pull a reaction from him. Realistically, Alex thought maybe he’d set the bar too high for Scott’s apparently limited capabilities when it came to the blindingly obvious.
He also now thinks he might have to revise that opinion. Scott’s not as overt about it as Alex was, clearly preferring to be more subtle and underhanded in a way Alex hadn’t expected - but he’s certain that’s the reason why it took him so long to figure out just what game Scott was playing, and he has to admire the man for his sneakiness.
It’s been several weeks since the incident on Alex’s couch where Scott had come about as close as Scott could to an admission of attraction over Alex’s tattoos, and Alex had kind of been hoping he would continue with that thought - but instead he’d diverted the topic and then refused to mention it again. And now they’re here, standing on set, and Alex’s breath catches in his throat for a moment.
Scott’s tongue slides over his top lip, ostensibly keeping it moist so they won’t have to retake the scene, a slow drag that makes Alex’s blood travel quickly downward. It’s artfully constructed, short enough that no one suspects what is going on (except Grace, who is trying rather miserably not to smirk) but long enough to catch Alex’s attention so that he flubs his line for the third time in fifteen minutes. He tries his very best not to glare as a slow smirk curls Scott’s lips.
“You right there mate?” Scott asks in an exaggerated Australian accent, and Alex flips him the bird in response.
“Fuck you, Caan,” he responds, and jerks his head in silent apology when the director of the week fixes him with a look.
“When you feel the need to tell me what got your panties in a twist, I’ll be here so we can drink cosmos and have a long deep and meaningful conversation then, okay?” Scott claps him once on the shoulder sincerely, nodding solemnly.
“Oh get fucked,” Alex says in exasperation, throwing his hands up in the air as the director calls for a break to ‘give their leads time to work out their lines properly’ and stalking away.
“But I can read you your horoscope too, so you can find out what to do as a single gal!” Scott calls after him, before breaking into a fit of laughter that echoes down the narrow alleyway.
--
It really shouldn’t be this difficult to ignore it, really, but he can’t help it. Scott’s eyes are intent as he stares down at the computer table in the main foyer, and licks his lips before he begins his line, and Alex catches the hint of humour as Scott’s eyes flicker imperceptibly up to meet his own.
“What do you think?”
What does he think? Alex thinks he would like to slam Scott down on the table and attack his mouth, ferocious little nips and bites as Scott’s tongue slides along his own. He wants to get his hands under that stupidly long shirt they make Scott wear, tangle his hands in that tie and pull Scott up to meet his mouth, lick along the hip bone that would be exposed. He knows that he could get his hands down Scott’s pants and possibly his mouth, wants to make Scott make ridiculous noises, tease him and torture him, until he’s screaming Alex’s name as he comes.
But of course, that would be too good to be true, wouldn’t it.
“I think,” he says, and his voice might be a little rougher than Steve’s normally is, “that we need to go pay our friend Mister Raikov a visit.”
--
“Babe, let me help you with that.”
Alex glances down to see Scott stealing food off his plate, and he brandishes his knife in Scott’s direction as a warning against trying the same action twice.
“Although I can see how a growing boy like you would need all his veggies, you’ve got your own food.” Alex spears a chip off Scott’s plate and shoves it in his mouth before Scott can complain. “And you should eat it before you eat mine, thief. Consider that reparation.”
Scott makes a face at him, but continues to eat his food without venturing any further than his plate, and Alex feels slightly put off by the lack of response but it doesn’t stop him from continuing.
“Besides, it’s rude to steal food from your date’s plate,” and Alex has to stop himself from bursting out in laughter as Scott begins to choke on his chicken, placing a hand over his mouth as his eyes crinkle up at the corners.
“You bastard,” Scott manages eventually as he gropes to find his beer, taking two huge mouthfuls, “this isn’t a date.”
“Could’ve fooled me. You know, if you wanted to date me, all you had to do was ask,” Alex replies cheerfully, and watches as Scott rolls his eyes good-naturedly and points his fork in Alex’s direction.
“No, I do not want to date you, this is not a date, and nor would I ever take you on one. I like people that are not you to take on dates. You? You are loud and obnoxious and sometimes I wonder if I should sit you at the kiddie table so the adults can do their work.”
“Just admit it, you want in my pants. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Alex spreads his arms wide, noting with satisfaction as Scott’s beginning to look flustered. “I am something to be admired after all.”
“You’re something alright. Something delusional.” Scott retorts, but Alex is pretty sure that he’s won this round.
--
“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know?” Scott pants in his ear, and Alex has to agree, not that he has much room for making coherent thought at the moment.
“Right back at you,” he says breathlessly, sliding his hands down Scott’s sides to his hips, and watching the resulting shiver curl itself down Scott’s spine.
“How the hell do you get us into these positions?” Scott’s whisper is furious and it’s all Alex can do not to smile, at least a little at Scott’s outright indignation. He presses back more heavily against the wall, pulling Scott further in and he can’t help the fact that his train of thought is leading nowhere saintly at that moment.
“What can I say,” Alex says, looking left then right, before glancing up at the ceiling, anywhere but at the close proximity of Scott’s face to his neck, which Alex just kind of wishes Scott would bite. “I just love being close to you, it’s a dream of mine.”
“You know what? This, this whole thing is ridiculous. If we’d done this my way in the first place, this whole situation would never have happened and we’d both be home by now.” Scott’s breath is hot on his neck, and Alex is just so close.
He nearly jumps a foot in the air when Scott’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, accidentally catching the sweat Alex knows has to be beading on his neck. Alex makes a strangled noise in his throat, a quiet half-choked whimper and Scott goes stock still against him, every fibre tensing.
“You’re making too big a deal out of this Danny, I mean come on,” and Scott looks up to catch his eye, sinking his teeth into his lip as he stares intensely at Alex, not as Danny Williams, but as Scott, and Alex suddenly can’t breathe.
“Okay, okay, fine, just, next time, we do it my way okay?”
--
Alex takes a deep breath, staring disconsolately at the meagre contents of his fridge. He really should eat, he knows that, but he doesn’t have the heart for it at the moment, he’d much rather just go to bed. Especially considering he has to be up in like seven hours to shoot another ridiculous early morning swimming scene as well.
He shuts the fridge and rubs a hand tiredly over his face, contemplating the effort required to drag his ass from the kitchen to the bed when he’s startled by a knock at the door.
“Scott?” He manages to get out in one startled movement, before Scott is pushing past him and into his little shithole of an apartment, brandishing beer and what Alex thinks is thai food, although he can’t actually be sure. “Um, come in, I guess.”
“We need to talk,” Scott says brusquely, suddenly all business, and Alex is unnerved at how still Scott gets when it’s something serious.
“About...” Alex trails off slowly, waiting for his brain to catch up with this conversation.
Scott turns around still dressed in his Danny costume from today, fingers working the tie loose from around his neck, as he fixes Alex with a pointed stare that communicates very clearly that sometimes Scott doesn’t understand how Alex can be so dense.
Maybe sometimes they’re both a little stupid.
“I’ve been thinking,” Scott pauses and licks his lips, and Alex can’t help but drop his eyes to watch it happen in agonisingly slow motion, “about you. And me. And this whole stupid thing.”
“Uh,” Alex replies, eyes dropping further as Scott’s fingers slowly begin to undo his shirt, exposing glorious inches of skin that Alex really wants to get his mouth on, fucking propriety be damned. But maybe that’s the whole point.
Scott steps closer, and Alex can feel his breath stutter in his chest as Scott’s fingers wind around his back, spreading a flat palm across the centre of the tattoo. Scott looks up at Alex, something in his eyes as he licks his lips again and Alex nearly groans in frustration.
“I swear to god, if you do that one more time, I will not be held responsible for my actions,” Alex is giving Scott a way out of this, he knows that he should, but Scott doesn’t seem to want to move.
He holds Alex’s eyes as his tongue darts out once again, trailing over the top lip before it moves to the bottom. Alex whimpers in the back of his throat as he pushes Scott backward, just fucking backward until Scott’s back hits the wall, and the Alex kisses him, presses his mouth down hard and just lets go.
He’s working on pure instinct here, unsure of what Scott likes but figuring if he replicates what he himself likes, it’s probably going to be a safe bet. It should be awkward but he doesn’t fucking care, and from the muted groan the escapes Scott’s mouth upon the clashing of their teeth, he doesn’t seem to care so much either. Alex can’t decide where to put his hands, sliding them through Scott’s hair, down the half-exposed chest, settling on his hips for a moment before reversing the process back up again.
Scott drives him fucking crazy, and he loves it. Not that Scott is helping him keep a train of thought, sliding hands up his back, scraping blunt fingernails across the tattoo, and ensuring Alex doesn’t keep dominance over their kiss, by pressing back just as hard and if that isn’t one hell of a turn on, Alex doesn’t know what is. He settles his hands on Scott’s hips, fingers hooking in the belt loops, and pulling Scott forward to grind against him.
“I’m getting you in my bed now,” he says against Scott’s mouth, “and I’m not letting you out of there, ever.”
Scott responds by biting Alex’s lower lip and smirking.
It doesn’t take very long for them to stumble into the bedroom, losing clothes along the way, but if Alex doesn’t get Scott into bed now, there’s a very real chance that he will break something, so he settles for pushing Scott onto the bed. Scott who responds by flipping them over, hands sliding over the expanse of Alex’s back.
“You have no idea,” Scott breathes reverently, “no fucking idea how badly I wanted this, to do this. You drove me fucking insane. Until I knew you were playing with me.” There’s a mouth on his lower back, trailing kisses along what Alex knows to be the outline of his tattoo, along the edges in shape until the trail of kisses in replaced by long swipes of Scott’s tongue as it works it’s way slowly down to the very bottom point of Alex’s tattoo, lapping at the point which ends millimetres above his crack, and Alex can’t help but rub himself against the mattress.
“Fuck, Scott, fuck,” Alex bucks uselessly against Scott’s hold, and hears Scott’s breathless chuckle as the tongue begins to work slowly up his spine.
“I though about it,” Scott says, pausing in his work, “what I was gonna do. Not today babe, there’ll be other days for that, today, I want this.”
He manages to get Alex turned around so they’re facing each other, pressing bruising kisses to Alex’s mouth before trailing a series of bites down the column of Alex’s neck - bites he knows are going to leave marks.
Scott is fucking with him, but Alex isn’t about to let him have the upper hand, and manages to roll them over, until he has clear access to Scott’s chest, sliding down his body until he can bite down on those ridiculously jutting hipbones, making Scott jerk at the touch.
Scott’s got one thing right though to Alex, there’ll be other times for other things, and he feels the cooling air on the lavished skin of his back burning like a brand as he slides down further, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Scott’s thighs, a silent proclamation of possession. Fucking mine.
Followed by licking a stripe up underneath Scott’s cock, teeth grazing ever so lightly over the hyper-sensitive flesh, and Scott makes a noise in the back of his throat. Alex huffs a laugh, and slides his mouth down over the tip, feeling the heated weight settle upon his tongue.
It’s awkward at first though he’s not expecting anything else, but from the noises being pulled from Scott’s throat as Alex slowly works his mouth down before dragging it back up again, Alex isn’t doing that bad of a job. And god, he doesn’t think he has wanted anything more in his life than pressing Scott into the mattress, drawing out filthy slurred curses as his speeds up his rhythm, and fuck, Alex has to press a hand to his own cock, moaning around the vaguest feeling of relief.
He can’t, they’re so fucking worked up that it was never going to last long, and he can’t fathom that he’s getting off on the sounds Scott is making, but fuck it, he is and it’s so fucking glorious that when Scott practically jerks off the bed, swearing an absolute blue streak as he comes down Alex’s throat, it’s all Alex can do to not come himself.
But Scott has other ideas, as he gets enough elevation to push Alex backward, crawling over his legs and taking him down without so much as a by your leave, and fuck, it’s just too much for Alex. A whole sensory overload that he can’t control, and his whole body shakes with the effort of not embarrassing himself.
Scott has other ideas, as he flicks Alex a look from between his eyes, withdrawing his mouth and jacking him roughly with one hand.
“Alex,” Scott’s voice is throaty and Alex whimpers as the sound practically vibrates along his skin, “look at me.” And he does, he can’t ignore that voice when it commands him. Scott is looking absolutely wrecked and fucked out, but there’s a determination to his face that tells Alex everything. Then he licks his lips as he twists his hand and Alex’s vision whites out as he comes.
Alex is going to cop shit for it, he knows that, when this whole thing is over Scott will deride him and tease him and make a mockery of everything that Alex holds dear.
But he doesn’t fucking care.
Because he knows he can retaliate with this. And if it gets Scott’s tongue on his skin again, he certainly isn’t going to be complaining about it.
He really owes his tattooist a thank you note.