#thread: xander & alfie 002.

[ryanlockheart]

xander had learned his very first lesson at cambridge university: he greatly overestimated his tolerance for liquor. he'd had a measly cocktail and one beer at some welcome party. it wasn't his scene at all, and all he could think about as the shitty music nearly burst his ear drums was that he wanted to go back to his dorm and watch scary movies with his roommate who was so handsome it was maddening. so that was what the redhead did. he staggered his way back to his dorm hall and somehow managed to make it up the stairs. xander struggled with his key in the door but finally came out triumphant. he sloppily pushed his way into his shared room. there, sprawled out on his bed, was the statuesque alfie with not a stitch of clothing on, hand wrapped around his cock. xander swallowed hard, his face turning a bright red shade. he could feel his own cock stirring in his jean shorts. "uhh, hi, alfie," the redhead hiccuped. his hands dropped down to cover the tent in his shorts. he should've known to tear his eyes away, that it was rude to stare... but his inhibitions were far and few between. "d'ya want me to, uh, give you a second?" xander questioned. "don't stop on my account. we all gotta do it sometime." / @kitbogart

[ryanlockheart]

"and must i keep reminding you that those are not mutually exclusive, alfie?! not with those eyes!" xander teased him right back. he'd become comfortable enough with the older male to trade quips with him. he might have been naïve, but audacity was one thing he did not lack! "yeah, yeah, you little sock thief," he giggled. "i'm onto you, alfie! or maybe it was my undies." seeing alfie flustered tickled the smaller boy. how he'd managed to reduce the practical giant into a blushing, bumbling mess was beyond him — but it was a power he wielded happily. xander had seen the taller boy warming up to him more and more each day. now, it had all culminated in this. "okay, but other people have seen capybaras, and no one is going around saying 'i've seen dracula!'" xander countered. "i absolutely would not. i don't talk to strangers, especially not creepy ones hanging outside my door! i'd probably mace him before i did anything." xander knew that alfie was doing his best to resist his attraction to him... but he simply couldn't let it go on any longer. xander's own crush had become far too real for him to not act on it at the very least. sure, it might have taken some liquid courage and some impeccably good timing... but it still counted nonetheless. "it's not my fault! you said it, not me. i can't help it if i know that you've been thinking about your cum drippin' down my thighs," xander hummed, feigning as much innocence as he could — which wasn't that hard, considering he had no idea what he was doing. xander was just going off his gut feelings; he couldn't help it if he was a bit insatiable. "sorry... my fantasy of being bent over your knee while you spank me slipped out there," the redhead giggled, his face a soft shade of pink. "i just thought you were opposed to sex with me, alfie! i didn't know i could've just... asked, or maybe i would've." "i'm different, alfie! i'm not going to walk off on you 'cause of what someone idiot told me, okay? if i have to prove that to you, i will," xander replied matter-of-factly. "well, you should know by now i'm not gonna hurt you. does this face look like it could hurt a fly, let alone you?" his lips came together in a pout as his green eyes peered up at the chestnut-haired boy. they were so clearly infatuated with each other, and it was only growing more powerful by the minute. their lips crashing together felt like heaven. alfie's soft fingertips running through his fiery locks elicited a moan from his lips. "sounds like just what i've been waiting for, daddy," he purred. "i want you to go crazy on 'em. better shoot a load for me to clean up all over them... please." "oh, i figured. i was trying to drive you crazy after the first few times. i saw you starin' at 'em a few times... and then i realized. you were totally into them, so i was just tryin' to tempt you," xander admitted, face flushed pink. he understood where alfie was coming from. he wasn't upset or hurt. it was admirable that alfie wanted to treat him right, to be sure that he was going to enjoy himself. xander knew he would, but he wanted alfie to be certain of that too... and for that, he didn't complain or press further. "thank you... it's really sweet," he said softly, fingers running through alfie's locks. "you're not the big tough guy you pretend to be. always knew it, but you're showin' it now. you wanna take care of me, and i wanna take care of you too." he nuzzled his face in the curve of alfie's neck, breathing in his intoxicating musk. it was absolute bliss being next to him, cozied up in his warmth. "that would be nice, and maybe we can watch some of your favorite movies when we come home," his voice lilted. he pulled back, crawling on his knees to the opposite end of the bed. he lifted his bare feet in the air, toes wiggling as a smirk spread across his face. "do i know that, daddy?" xander questioned. "say please, and make sure you kiss 'em first. show me how bad you need 'em."

"must i keep reminding you that i am nearly seven feet tall? i am not cute, xander," alfie groaned, though xander's next quip nearly caused his stomach to fall out of his ass. "i have never stolen a pair of your socks," he protested, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. "that isn't to say i haven't thought about it, but never acted upon!" xander was perhaps the only person on campus who could manage to make alfie fluster. when the boy's soft hand cupped his cheek, every muscle in alfie's body yearned to leap forward, but he remained calm. or tried to, at least. "you don't know that they aren't real, you just haven't seen one," alfie countered. "i bet you haven't seen a capybara in real life either, but you believe they exist. dracula could be standing right outside the door and you'd walk past him and say hello just because you aren't a believer!"

alfie's attraction to xander was growing by the second. whilst he should have been abstaining from human connection altogether, xander had snuck into his head and freed him from the shackles he'd placed upon himself, leaving alfie powerless against his endearing charm and boyish innocence. "you just love putting me in a compromising spot, don't you?" alfie asked, gently shaking his head. for the first time in months, alfie had been pulled out of his head and forced to experience the real world. it felt nice, even though he hadn't ventured outside of their room. "well, technically you'd be full of my cock... in this scenario, but humping my leg sounds nice, too," he corrected, a small smirk on his lips. "i'm not against sex, xander; just against drunken sex with losers who have little dicks. if y'wanted to get a taste of my feet, if you were staring at them that much, you could have just asked. i'm all for experimentation."

"oh, that's another one i've heard before," alfie chuckled. "'s not an act, xander. i don't want to hurt you, and i don't want to get hurt. anything i do, or have done, is just to protect myself. that's it." it hadn't even been a year since alfie's heart had been ripped from his heart and tossed onto the floor in front of him. the wound was still fresh, and threatened to re-open at the slightest bit of friction. even so, alfie let xander press his lips to his own. he welcomed the smaller's tender embrace, fingers threading through his ginger locks as he deepened it. "don't ever say that i didn't warn you," alfie chuckled softly. "i'm gonna go crazy on those soft little feet, baby. you're not even gonna recognize me."

alfie didn't know what it was about xander that gripped him so tightly. it wasn't as though he hadn't met cute boys before, but xander was the only one that ever seemed real. alfie could reach out and touch him, keep him in his pocket and never let him go. he wasn't just another blonde haired, blue eyed aristocrat that only cared about booze and societal status. "can't help it," alfie replied, the same whine in his voice. "you have no idea how much i think about them. you hang 'em off the side of your bed like it's no big deal, like i'm not drooling on the other side of the room with a cock so hard it hurts." as much as alfie wanted to, it would have gone against everything he believed to sleep with xander. their feelings for one another were only recently established, and xander deserved more than a drunken hook-up after midnight. he deserved fresh satin sheets and dimly lit candles. alfie wanted to make it special. "i wouldn't let you do anything you might regret, even if you think you won't," alfie said softly, pressing a kiss to xander's cheek. "you can sleep here, we can cuddle... maybe i'll even take you to breakfast in the morning. off-campus, of course." alfie pressed another kiss to xander's forehead, gently tracing shapes onto his back. "i... yeah, i want them," he croaked out, licking his lips on instinct. "i need them, actually. you know that, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here talking about how sweaty they are. give 'em here."

[ryanlockheart]

"you're cute," xander giggled in response. "and how are you one of those weirdos? do you have a lock of my hair hidden under your pillow? i thought it was just my socks!" there was a teasing little smirk on his lips. his hands reached out to cup alfie's cheek before he leaned in to press a kiss to his soft skin. he might have been gullible or even naïve, but xander was far from stupid. he knew that, even despite his little tough guy act, alfie cared about him — maybe even loved him. "oh, please! i've literally caught you before, alfie!" he teased playfully. "okay — totally fair point... but vampires still aren't real! why would anyone drain me of my blood? you've been watchin' too much tv." "i definitely think that was a subconscious choice," he hummed. "i bet you've been thinking about it, picturing it... so it just slipped out." xander was so used to alfie holding the reins, bossing him around lovingly. it felt nice for a change to hold a little bit of power over his head. if he had known all it would've taken was a pair of booty shorts, he would've worn them weeks ago. "i would, wouldn't i? suckin' the sweat out of one, huffin' the other, 'd probably be dry-humpin' your leg," the redhead admitted in a whisper, his soft hands running along alfie's bare leg. "i didn't think you would've said yes. i figured you would've given me a lecture about how it was, like, a gateway to a sex addiction or something." there would be nothing that could pull xander away from alfie. not chatter about his past, not conspiracy theories about his former roommate, not gossip about any lovers he'd left behind. to the redheaded boy, alfie was perfect head to toe. he was protective, absolutely, but it came from a place of love. alfie may not want to admit it, but his brown eyes gave him away. the way he suffered through movies xander made him watch gave him away. the soft touch of his hands on xander's skin gave him away. there was no doubt in xander's mind. "well, i don't go back on my word, alfie," xander stated firmly. "of course, i wanna fuck you. i've been waiting for you t'drop the act and do it for, like, ever now!" his lips found their way to alfie's once again, cementing the promise he'd made. there had to be no doubt that he'd ever falter on his word. "i wanna see it. i know it'll be so hot, daddy. it'll be my favorite thing to cum to," xander whined softly. the pout on his lips was irresistible, tempting the older boy. "they're yours. anytime you want 'em, anywhere." alfie had never been softer or sweeter than with xander in his lap. he was swallowing down his own seed, and to xander, it couldn't have been hotter. his fingers ran through alfie's chestnut locks, a soft smile on his face. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear, daddy," he admitted, a slight pink hue to his pale cheeks. "i love when you get that little whine in your voice when you talk about 'em. 's like you have to have 'em, or you might just explode." he'd never felt so powerful before in his life. xander could really get used to that feeling. it was like electricity was coursing through his veins, making him alive again. that high dipped a little at the older boy's revelation, but as it set in, xander just loved alfie even more. "that's okay, alfie," xander said softly. "'m a little disappointed, but it just shows me how good your heart is... and i can't be mad at that." he moved to leave a kiss on alfie's lips once again, soft and sweet before nuzzling his face in the curve of alfie's neck. he breathed in that masculine musk that practically radiated off his skin. alfie felt like home. "for the record, i absolutely am takin' you up on that offer," xander decided. "and you can still have my feet if you want 'em. they're really sweaty though..." he hoped his little taunting game of temptation would work, but whatever alfie chose, xander would respect it happily.

"sounds misogynistic, but whatever you say," alfie shrugged. "ugh, i'm not trying to be your dad, xander. there are weirdos out there, especially in a place like this... i should know, i'm one of them!" he wasn't trying to be overprotective, it just came naturally to him. xander's innocent eyes and naïve energy drove alfie crazy, made his skin crawl whenever he thought of someone harming him — or even merely touching him. alfie knew it made him sound psychotic, which was what everyone thought he was anyhow. "i have not been staring at your ass!" he protested. "when you think about it, cambridge is a likely place for count dracula to be... he likes his old buildings, doesn't he?"

"you wear me out enough as it is, can't imagine what it'll be like when you've got a little spunk in you," alfie said, regretting his choice of words immediately. "wait, that's... that's not what i meant." his mind was a mess. he was stuck between desperately wanting to take advantage of the odd situation and feeling like he was doing something wrong. if not to xander, then to himself. alfie promised that he wouldn't get involved with anyone else, that he would keep to himself for the remainder of his time at the prestigious university. xander had taken a sledgehammer to all of that. "my socks would work, too... and you'd look real pretty with 'em hanging from your mouth," he hummed. "i didn't... i didn't think that you were looking, to be quite honest with you. i wasn't doing it to turn you on, i just like being comfortable. you could've always just asked for a taste, if that's what you wanted."

alfie's reputation wasn't as pristine, shiny or brand new as xander's. he didn't have the luxury of walking around campus without peering eyes on him, thoughts loud enough to hear. it was isolating, to always be alone but never feel alone. he lived with the constant fear that someone would get into xander's ear about him, and their current peace would cease to exist. "i've heard that before, haven't i?" alfie scoffed. "whether you hate me or you don't, the important thing here is that y'wanna fuck me, right?" the burning pile of garbage that was alfie's social life wasn't what he wanted to talk about. he didn't really want to do much talking at all. "yeah, you say that now," he warned. "but you don't know what it really looks like when i 'go crazy,' xander. you're giving me free access to the one thing i want more than anything."

alfie's breath hitched as their lips pressed together, caught off-guard by such boldness from his innocent little roommate. he lapped the remnants of his own release from the xander's lips, swallowing it down with a hum. "what do you wanna hear, xander?" alfie breathed out. "you wanna know how i sat in my bed and jerked off 'cause they were hanging off the edge of yours the other night? or do you wanna hear about how i think i could probably bust a nut just from tasting them, without even touching my cock?" alfie's forehead pressed against xander's, a contorted sigh falling from his lips. "i... xander, i'm sorry. but i can't fuck you tonight," he said, cupping the smaller boy's cheek with his large hand. "believe me, i really want to. you're perfect and just milked the fattest load outta me, but i can't take your virginity after you've been drinking. i'd hate anyone else who did that to you, and i'd hate myself if i did it... i want you to be sure, and i want to be sure that you're sure — but what i can promise you is that i'll let you sleep in my bed tonight, and we can revisit this in the morning if you still feel the same."

[ryanlockheart]

xander knew he might be a little naïve or gullible, but he had alfie to protect him. he might have underestimated how cruel cambridge could be, but his handsome roommate was always there to remind him to trust no one. there was something so genuine about it all that he had no choice but to believe him. for that very reason, xander was weary to trust anyone except alfie. it had been one hell of a night, one that he wasn't exactly prepared for... but in the end, he wanted nothing more than just to get back to alfie. "i don't think anyone sniffs hair like that, alfie! you're making that up," xander countered with a chuckle. some might have been scared off by alfie's protective tendencies, but the redhead found it endearing. plus, it was fun to tease him about it. he liked seeing alfie squirm just a little bit. "yeah, yeah... you can deny it all y'want, alfie, but i can tell," xander hummed. he giggled softly, shaking his head. "i don't think you'd be half as devoted to makin' sure 'm safe if y'didn't like me like that. 's okay... y'don't have to admit it." "how's milkin' you for every load ya have sound?" xander questioned, wide green eyes peering up at alfie. he didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but it was very much needed. he had no choice but to act on the burning desire that had been building up in his chest for so long. "is that a bad thing?" he hummed, wiggling a brow. as the older male started to lay out his fantasies, xander could feel something awaken inside of him. he was tired of being the poster child for being well behaved and doing good. he wanted to be bad, to feel a little dirty — and alfie did just that. "sounds like the best way to shut me up... ya've got free pass to do it, alfie," he giggled. xander crawled a little closer to the ridiculously tall boy, his plump ass on full display in the process. "might be the best idea you've ever had," the ginger chirped, his eager little fingertips danced across alfie's thighs. there was nothing but want and need for alfie in his chest. "i've thought about your tongue more than you could imagine," xander admitted, pale cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "i'd be begging you to fuck me, daddy. been tryin' to catch your eye this whole time."

his own crush had been getting worse and worse with each passing day. it had taken him getting buzzed a little to work up the courage to even think about mentioning it to alfie. things had just turned out more in his favor when he'd caught alfie in a compromising position. "you'd have to be like... an axe murderer for me to hate you, so i think 'm good, alfie," xander hummed, his pale face flushed. he had alfie right where he wanted him. he was eating right out of the palm of his hand, and xander couldn't have been happier. "my little feet are all yours, daddy," the smaller boy promised with a smirk on his lips. "y'can do whatever ya want to 'em! if you wanna get your tongue all on 'em and get 'em nice and sloppy or if y'wanna get 'em drenched in your cum... y'get to use 'em however ya want!" xander was new to it, but he was having the time of his life. alfie suddenly bucked up into his wet heat, and the younger boy struggled to keep things cool. he choked a little, drool sputtering all over the place... but he really liked the feeling. he liked having a throat full of alfie's cock — something about it was exciting. "don't be sorry," xander assured him, slapping the tip against his extended tongue. he then let his face nuzzle in those low-hanging balls, breathing in that manly musk. he pressed delicate kisses to the soft flesh. "fuck, daddy, y'smell so good," he whined. his wicked little tongue was lapping stripes along the soft sac. his green eyes never left alfie, watching eagerly as the older male brought his sweaty socks to his nose. he never would've taken alfie to be into feet, but it made sense in hindsight — xander had caught his eyes on his feet a few times but had just written it off. he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard alfie's yelp of pleasure. white ropes painted his face, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to catch any excess. xander moaned out in pleasure, hips rutting against the mattress for some friction. "thank you, daddy," xander giggled. he suckled at the tip after all was said and done, lapping up the last bit of cum. he swallowed it right down. "do i look pretty?" he questioned. "you ready for my feet? or maybe i should get a taste of yours since i've been so good..."

on the outside, the university of cambridge was a prestige institution with a reputation for molding young minds. its buildings were handcrafted and hundreds of years old. generations of his family's men had walked its halls and studied in its many libraries. the carmichaels had a pristine reputation, and then alfie came along. no one had warned alfie of the darkness that loomed over the campus, that possessed its student body and turned them into carnivorous beasts with a lust for blood. he learned that the hard way, by having the details of his personal life feasted upon and best friend's life drained from his body. alfie would be damned if xander met the same fate, no matter what he had to do to stop it.

"trust me, i'm gonna," alfie assured. he wasn't going to let just anyone fall into xander's life. "when day he's your lab partner, and the next he's snuck into our room and stolen a lock of your hair to sniff while he sleeps. there are weirdos out there, xander." whilst alfie was sporting a sizable soft spot for his new roommate, he wasn't exactly thrilled to have xander call him out so blatantly. "i don't have a crush on you!" he protested. "so what, i want to ensure your safety at all times, and i'd murder anyone who messed with you. that doesn't mean i have a crush on you."

"—and how are you gonna do that?" alfie asked with a lifted brow. xander had no idea that he'd already proven it, and alfie didn't care to fill him in. the last thing he needed was for xander to get an even bigger head. "you might wanna kill me after i say this, but... you talk a lot during films," alfie said, bracing for impact. when it didn't come, he carried on. "it's a lot less, well, coordinated than that. i just wanna push your face into the mattress, rip your knickers off, and pound that sweet little ass 'til you can't make out proper sentences." his cheeks flushed soft pink at the revelation, but once he started, he couldn't stop. "there are other times, though... like when you do homework, and i can tell you're getting frustrated," he said, swallowing a gulp. "makes me wanna throw everything off your desk and spread you out on top of, get down on my knees and eat you out until you can't think about your studies anymore. god, y'just look so soft... i'd take my sweet time worshipping every inch of your body."

perhaps that wasn't something that someone without a crush would've said, but why should he care?! alfie was pretty sure that xander knew his denials were a crock of shit anyway, and he could no longer contain himself. alfie was down bad for xander. he couldn't hide it. "i didn't mean... i just meant that you still have a lot to learn about me, before y'go claiming you could never hate anything about me," alfie chuckled softly. "you're doing great at all the other stuff... just so you know." he couldn't take his eyes away from xander — well, he could, but only to lust after those tiny little feet. xander might not have the most experience, but he knew what he was doing. "do whatever you want, baby," alfie groaned. "just know i'm gonna be doing a lot more with your feet, blowing a load on 'em is just the start."

"you're evil," alfie moaned out, struggling to remain still under such intense pleasure. his hips bucked forward as xander suckled at his tip, sending the massive length down the younger boy's throat. "sh—shit, sorry!" he yelped, running a hand through his hair. "just... feels really good, won't do it again." xander's socks hadn't even landed on his lap before they were pressed to his face. they were ripe, just as xander had described, and his scent was intoxicating. "fuck, thank you," alfie replied. chills traveled down his spine as xander's face pressed into his heavy sac, cock twitching in his soft hand with every stroke of his tongue. "keep going, baby... 'm gettin' close," alfie warned, eyes clenched shut. his toes curled in his own socks as xander's were brought to his mouth. as xander's sweat resonated on his tastebuds, alfie was cumming with a pathetic yelp. "shit... there y'go, princess. take daddy's load, you earned it," he hissed, white spurts coating xander's pretty face. "st—stick your tongue out, make sure you savor it."

[ryanlockheart]

maybe xander did need alfie's protection. he was naïve and new to his surroundings, but that didn't mean he was all that innocent. like alfie, he had needs too. it didn't exactly help either that his roommate was probably the hottest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. he couldn't remember a crush this fervent ross lynch in austin and ally... but that was childish, and this crush was very much real. "knock yourself out, alfie," xander said with a giggle. "well, i didn't bring 'im around, did i? and i probably wouldn't... so yeah! i think y'do like me. some might even say ya had crush," he teased, scrunching up his nose at the older male. "and now 'm gonna prove it to ya," xander hummed, a soft smile curling up on his plush pink lips. he might have looked like an innocent angel on the outside, but on the inside, he had a lust burning for xander. "you're not crazy... y'just get me goin'," he admitted, his pale face turning a bright shade of red. he was nestled between alfie's muscular thighs, his rightful place. he wanted nothing more than for alfie to stop treating him like a kid. they both knew that alfie wanted him, so why keep on pretending like they both didn't want each other? "hm... i definitely wanna hear the second one," xander breathed out, green eyes sparkling as they peered up at his roommate. "like, how's it start? d'ya just rip my clothes off and bend me over, or d'ya tease me a little and eat me out 'fore you fill me up? wanna know all the details. tell me how dirty you want your good boy to be." he wouldn't have chosen anyone else to be his first than alfie. he was soft and sweet but experienced enough to guide him along — not to mention xander was head over heels for him. he was the perfect boy. "then teach me, alfie. you're not gonna scare me off," xander promised, smacking alfie's cock against his tongue. his toes wiggled in his socks playfully. now that he knew they got alfie going, he was going to use that to his advantage. his head bobbed along the older boy's cock, taking as much as he could comfortably. his green eyes were tearing up, but he didn't care. he'd never felt prettier than with alfie's eyes looking down up on him with lust. "let me milk a load outta you with my mouth first, daddy! please," the redhead whined. "wanna be drenched in your cum... and then i'll let you have m'sweaty little feet." his eyes were glassy, and his chin was covered in slobber... but xander didn't care. he'd never felt more alive in his life. he could tell he was doing a good job, that alfie was enjoying his lips. "won't be happy if i don't get a load in m'mouth... or all over my toes to clean up," xander said with a smirk. he suckled at the tip of alfie's cock, lapping up the pre-cum dripping from the head. "y'gonna take a picture? i know y'don't wanna forget it," he mewled. he reached to pull his sweaty socks off his dainty feet and immediately handed them over. "they're real sweaty... i wore 'em yesterday too, and i walked all the way across campus in 'em today so, be careful," xander warned with a giggle. his face dipped down to alfie's low-hanging balls, nose pressed against the soft flesh. he took a deep whiff of his scent before letting his tongue swipe across the sweaty sac. once he got a taste, xander just couldn't stop. he was delivering stroke after stroke of his tongue to the sensitive skin, moaning wildly as he did. a delicate hand came to wrap around alfie's shaft, slowly stroking his massive length. "c'mon, daddy... give your pretty girl your load. paint m'face. pretty please, daddy."

alfie couldn't shake the feeling that xander needed protection. he was pure of heart, had it written all over his cherubic face. every promise alfie made to himself after last term had gone right out the window. he couldn't — he wouldn't — sit by and watch another innocent boy fall victim to cambridge. "even if i have to stoop as low as weeding through his old tweets, xander. you'll never be able to look at him the same after finding out he was one of those dweebs protesting tomb raider 'cause laura croft's tits weren't big enough," alfie scoffed. "even if i was being protective, that doesn't mean i like you... just means i don't want my roommate bringin' around asshats."

"the best boy," alfie agreed, lips curled into a smirk. his head was spinning with the knowledge that his roommate was a sultry little minx. he would've never thought the younger boy had it in him. "no, honestly... call me crazy, but i thought you were as innocent as a care bear," he chuckled. the idea that xander was purposely tempting him had never crossed alfie's mind. he seemed too sweet, too naive; but then again, alfie had never been a great judge of character. "what do you want to hear, xander?" alfie asked, tilting the boy's chin upward. their lips were just close enough to feel the other's breath against his skin. "y'wanna know about how many times i've thought about putting you on your knees and shooting a load all over your face? or fucking you through one of those shitty horror movies y'make me watch?"

alfie wasn't cruel, regardless of what people said about him. if he was to be xander's first, he wasn't going to be callous about it. alfie massaged the smaller boy's scalp with his fingertips, humming softly with every stroke of his tongue. "is that so? you still have a lot to learn, y'know," he said with a grin. as the minutes ticked by, the muscles in alfie's body slowly began to unwind. he was starting to feel comfortable with alfie, and he didn't know whether that was a very good, or terribly bad, thing. "gimme your sweaty feet then, xander. let me feel 'em around me cock," alfie replied. "let me shoot a load on them — i'll even clean it up for you, love."

as alfie gently pulled xander off his cock, with great hesitation, he wiped a tear from under his eye. those emerald orbs seemed to gaze straight into the windows of his soul — despite how terribly corny that sounded. "you'll be slobbering on daddy's cock every mornin' from now on, babydoll," alfie assured, stroking his cheek tenderly. he slapped his cock against xander's soft tongue, pre-cum dripping from the leaking slit directly onto the smaller boy's tastebuds. "wanna feel your tongue on my balls, baby — and hand over those socks, i'll be nutting on that gorgeous face before y'know it."

[ryanlockheart]

at first, xander had thought he and alfie were oil and wine, but all it had taken was a little time for the older male to warm up to him. now, he was pulling out alfie's protective streak, getting him all worked up, and forcing him to watch all of his favorite movies. his master plan was going swimmingly. "i would expect nothing less from you," xander giggled. "sounds pretty protective t'me. 's okay, alfie. y'like me — even if ya don't wanna admit it anytime soon. i still think it's cute!" he was as giddy as a kid in the candy store. he had definitely cracked the code with alfie, even if the older male didn't want to admit it. "i am your favorite, alfie. if i really wanted somethin', i'd just bat my pretty lashes up atcha and pout my lips a little," the redhead replied. "how'd'ya think i got you to sit through all of the scream movies?" "the best," xander corrected with a little smirk on his lips. his curves were all out for alfie, and to make matters worse for him, one of his own hands came to smack at his pale globes. if alfie liked his ass, why not flaunt it? he wanted alfie weak in the knees for him. "d'ya ever think i did it on purpose?" questioned xander with a cocked brow. "i was waitin' for the day i bent over to pick up somethin' and you ripped in half and slid right in me... at least, that's how it happened in my dreams." his sly hands crept up alfie's smooth thighs, taking their time to explore. "now's your turn. tell me whatcha wanna do to me — and i wanna hear it all." xander wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be his very first than alfie. he was experienced, and xander had just got the feeling that he knew how to please someone. he didn't know what he was doing, but alfie was there to guide him. "i don't hate anything about you, alfie," the redhead replied softly. his green eyes rolled playfully, but he was more than confident in his abilities. he knew that no one would ever see this side of alfie — so soft yet in control — except him. his plush lips were sinking down the older male's cock, feet kicking wildly in the air. he hummed around his cock to send vibrations around the sensitive head in a bid to drive alfie mad. "if y'want 'em sweaty, daddy, y'just have to ask for 'em," xander replied. "then corrupt me. ruin your lil' princess. lemme make you cum with just my feet. then ya can make me clean up your mess m'self." there was a small whine of disappointment as alfie pulled him off his cock, but xander knew alfie was going to take care of his needs. his green eyes locked with alfie's gaze, twinkling in the dim light of their bedroom. "daddy, i was made for it," xander hummed. "i should've been down m'knees every day for ya. 've got lots of time to make up from." his tongue slipped past his lips, teasing the tip of alfie's cock ever so slightly. "can'tcha see how bad i need it, daddy? i wanna make you feel good. promise i'll be a good girl. i've been dyin' to get a taste of you. please, sir. lemme make you cum, a-and i'll let you sniff my socks! for a whole week if you want!"

alfie carmichael came with a lot of baggage. his parents' expectation hung heavy on his shoulders, as did the fact that his peers thought that he was a cold blooded killer. xander was a fresh face on campus. he was not yet familiar with cambridge's social game, therefore he hadn't been warned to steer clear of alfie at all costs. if he had, he was doing a pretty shit job of it. alfie couldn't seem to get rid of him.

"i'll get something on him, don't you worry," alfie scowled. "even if i have to go to unsavory measures to get it." alfie hated the idea of xander with total strangers, uncertain of what their true intentions were. no matter how seemingly innocent and nerdy they appeared to be. "that's not— i'm not— i'm not getting all protective, xander. i just want to make sure that you're not hanging out with weirdos. that's not protective," groaned alfie, running a hand through his messy hair.

alfie and xander had a natural chemistry about them. alfie was adamant that he didn't want a roommate, but — as reluctant as he was to admit it — he was grateful to have xander in his corner. even if he did force alfie to watch some of the worst horror films he'd ever seen. "no, you're right! it's a sequel to a remake, which is even worse," said alfie, lips curled into a sarcastic grin. "you really think you're my favorite, xander?"

"good boy," alfie smirked, watching intently as those pale globes jiggled. he nearly reached out for the white briefs, to bring them to his face and inhale xander's sweet scent — but alfie kept his composure, surprisingly. "fine, but i'm only telling you because i ruined your shorts," he chuckled. "which, by the way, are the reason i wanted to do it in the first place. you're always running around in them, like you don't know that your ass looks like it's gonna burst out. i just knew it'd be pretty."

"oh, so that's what you've been staring at. i thought you just hated my choice in trousers, mate," said alfie with a grin. with every stroke of the smaller boy's tongue, praise fell from alfie's lips. he could tell that xander didn't exactly know what he was doing — but, somehow, that inexperience made it hotter for him. for the moment, at least, xander was all his. "eh, it could be better," he teased. as xander's feet grew increasingly distracting, alfie was finding it hard to believe that his roommate wasn't doing it on purpose. his cock twitched in xander's grasp, imaging the filthy things he would do to those pretty little feet. "that's— that's even better, mate. look like they'd be so soft on my cock," stuttered alfie, stroking his fingers through xander's fiery locks. "y'might be too innocent for that, doll."

a soft sigh of pleasure fell from alfie's lips, nodding gently as xander slowly worked his cock. "you're doing amazing, love. like y'were made for it," he replied tenderly. alfie tightened his grip on xander's hair, guiding him along the shaft languidly. "stick your tongue out for me, doll," said alfie, voice deep and rough. "keep those pretty eyes on me, and tell me how badly y'want my cock. y'came in here on a mission to get a load on your face, prove to me that you deserve it."

[ryanlockheart]

xander didn't care what other people thought of him. alfie had never done wrong by him, and he couldn't find it in himself to think anything but the world of him. alfie was protective of him, but he was also his best friend. he wasn't sure if alfie saw it that way, but who else would you sit through eraserhead for? it didn't hurt that xander may or may not have developed a giant crush on the older boy — and it was finally rearing its head. "okay, okay... if your little background check thingy comes out bad, i'll stay away from him," xander conceded. he couldn't help but beam at his roommate, his cheeks flushed bright pink. "i hope y'know my whole takeaway from this is that you're really hot when you get all protective," the redhead chirped, a trickle of laughter falling from his plump lips. he was at home with alfie. it was the only thing that felt any sort of semblance to the farm... except the farm didn't give him butterflies. "well, lucky for you's not a remake so... you win either way," he teased, scrunching his nose up. "i know what 'm doin'. i still got common sense," xander assured. "ridiculous but still your favorite!" "yessir, don't have to tell me twice," xander hummed. all alfie had to do was say the word, and the white briefs were sliding down his thighs — discarded somewhere on the floor of their room. his voluptuous curves on full display now, only left in a t-shirt that rode up just a little too much. he couldn't have cared less. all his attention was on alfie. "but y'do have to tell me what you were thinkin'," said xander, a little pout on his lips. "wanna make 'em come true, daddy." "i mean, i knew it was big 'cause i may or may not have looked at your bulge a couple hundred times... but 'm not a perv! 's just that big!" xander admitted. he couldn't believe everything that was falling off of his tongue. all of his twisted fantasies just might become a reality. as his lips sunk down on alfie's massive cock, it dawned on him just how close he was to getting everything he wanted. "well, just think about how good it is when y'tell me yes," he said, letting the tip slap against his tongue once again. his toes wiggled as his feet dangled in the air. now that he knew it was something that alfie liked, he was going to put his all into it. "oh? 'm not sure you'd want my feet right now... they're really sweaty," xander said, feigning obliviousness as best as he could. those green eyes were peering up at him like a puppy dog, waiting for its next orders — even as he struggled down that massive length. he nodded slightly. his head slowly started to bob along his shaft, taking his precious time. he teased the tip with his tongue every now and then, lapping up his pre-cum. he had no clue if he was doing good, but given those fingers threading through his silky locks, he reckoned alfie was liking it. the mere thought had xander's hip rutting against the bed gently. he was a complete mess, but he was all alfie's mess. he pulled off his length with a slight pop, his cherry red lips glistening with saliva. "tell me if 'm doin' good, daddy. wanna be a good girl for you, your lil' princess."

alfie had a world of wealth and privilege at his fingertips. even he didn't realize how deep it went, until his feet touched cambridge grass. his family legacy was inescapable — it had it's perks, but only when he was following in those footsteps. the moment shit hit the fan, his last name was wielded as a weapon by everyone around. alfie was the black sheep of the entire carmichael clan. it made sense that he was drawn to xander, the only one around who didn't have preconceived notions about the carmichael heir. "that's what you think, which doesn't necessarily mean it's reality," replied alfie, skepticism written all over his face. "being a nerd doesn't mean shit, mate. i'm still having a background check ran on the little douchebag." he only wanted to ensure xander's safety, and he couldn't exactly do that from his bed. alfie made a mental note to meet this kid from xander's chemistry class first thing in the morning. "you know that i hate remakes, but... if it would keep you from getting drunk with strangers, then fine," said alfie, eyes rolling back. he was more than happy to hear that xander had gotten his fill of cambridge parties. he was far too sweet, and innocent, for that scene. "drunk, buzzed, tipsy. whatever y'wanna call it," alfie replied with a smirk. "you're ridiculous... you know that?" xander might not have realized it, but it took every bit of strength in alfie's body to keep himself under control. whenever xander was around, he could feel his temperature rising. treating xander like an innocent scholarship kid was all alfie could do to keep himself from acting on his temptations. little did alfie know — xander was out to make that impossible. "maybe i have," smirked alfie. "lose the panties, too. 'less y'want those ripped to shreds." "wouldn't you love to know," he grinned. alfie was running on nothing but lust and adrenaline. his head fell back as xander's soft, pursed lips pressed the leaking tip of his cock. the sight of that beautiful, innocent boy's face so close to his cock was almost to sinful to look at — though alfie's eyes shot open as it was slapped against that warm tongue. "i say no to you plenty, xan. just too horny to really give a shit right now," corrected alfie, toes curling in anticipation of the pleasure to come. "y'keep waving those little feet in my face and i'm gonna want something a lot kinkier than a blowie, mate." it came out breathless and choppy, as xander's plush lips sunk down his aching cock. alfie's fingers pushed through the boy's ginger locks, massaging his scalp gently with a sigh of relief. "fuck, xan... slowly," groaned alfie. "quit tryin' to impress me, you twit. i know you've never sucked cock before — just focus on enjoyin' yourself. savor it."

[ryanlockheart]

xander couldn't lie; he'd thought about this moment a billion times at least. nothing could've ever prepared him for the actual thrill of it all. his heart was racing in his chest, and there were a million sordid things floating around in his head — all starring alfie, of course. this had been weeks in the making, and xander had no clue that this was all it would take. "i promise he's okay! i'm, like, his only friend. he's kinda nerdy, so i figured it was safe, y'know?" xander explained. the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint alfie, and there was an unshakeable feeling in his gut that he had. he was going to make it up to him, in one way or another. "i think 'm good on the parties. i would've much rathered stayin' home and forcin' ya to watch evil dead rise," the redhead replied with a chuckle. he already felt back in his element back in their own little world... and with the way that alfie was looking at him, he'd never felt so powerful. xander had every bit of his attention on him, and he couldn't have been prouder. "'m not drunk! just buzzed," he corrected with a small pout. "besides, i never think straight. 'm gay!" xander wanted nothing more than to change how alfie looked at him. alfie saw him as some doe-eyed, innocent first year... and sure, he might've been a little more wide-eyed than most people at cambridge, but he had his own wants and needs — most of which included them both in far less clothing. this was his chance. his magic seemed to be working by the way alfie tore his shorts right in half, leaving him in nothing but his white briefs. ample curves were on full display, just for alfie. he giggled to himself, pleased with himself. "something tells me you've been waitin' to do that," xander teased. "no, it is. i mean, how do you fit it in your pants?" xander questioned, his cheeks flushed bright pink. his teeth caught his bottom lip, watching with anticipation as alfie smacked his cock against his hand. his own cock was stirring rapidly, and he wasn't going to be able to hold off for much longer. finally given alfie's permission, the redhead wrapped his hand around the base. he pressed a kiss to the tip soft and gentle, green eyes looking up at alfie. the tip smacked against his extended tongue before lapping up a bead of pre-cum. "uh-huh, i make the rules... 'cause you can't say no to me, daddy," xander mewled. "rule number two is that you get whatever you want. 'm here to make it happen, to make ya happy." with that said, his plush lips sank down onto alfie's cock. he made it about a quarter of the way down; he was going to let himself work up to anything further. he'd never gone down on anyone before, never had anyone touch him... but every part of his body had alfie's name on it. xander was simply all his.

alfie had a million choices at his fingertips. he could have turned over and went to sleep, paying xander no mind; or he could have ran to the shower and tortured himself until he stopped thinking about his roommate. he had full autonomy of his own body — or at least, he thought he did, but when xander was involved there was no telling. "you went with some kid from your calc class?" asked alfie. the last thing he wanted to do was come across as controlling, but he couldn't stand by and watch xander be chewed up and spit out by cambridge. he had a soft spot for his roommate, he couldn't hide it. "do whatever you want, xander. i can't stop you," said alfie with a shrug. before alfie knew it, xander was perched at the end of his bed. he couldn't figure out whether he was the luckiest chap or the poorest bastard in the world. "honestly? no, it's not obvious... especially since you're too drunk to think straight," he replied, brow lifted. alfie knew that he should have directed xander to his own bed and head to sleep. he vowed never to get involved with another cambridge student, much less his own roommate — but how could he resist xander, who had the most tempting curves and the cutest little feet? "well, since you gave me permission... don't mind if i do," alfie replied with a smirk. he could've gently pulled xander's shorts down his supple thighs and tossed them onto the floor, but alfie was far too gone for that. it took the slightest bit of strength to split them in half. xander had his face between his thighs, whilst alfie's never left those dainty feet. "you think it's the biggest you've ever seen?" asked alfie, slapping the heavy shaft against the palm of his hand. his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, a million filthy ideas floating through his head with the smaller boy's innocent face so close to his cock. "go ahead, baby. get your hands on it," alfie shrugged. "you're the one who made this no clothes rule, so i guess you can do whatever y'want — to an extent."

[ryanlockheart]

the last thing that xander wanted to do was make things awkward. of course, walking in on alfie in the most intimate of moments would've been, by all other accounts, catastrophic. maybe his tipsiness was emboldening him, but the redhead just knew that he could fix it. maybe alfie would see him in a completely different light, which wouldn't have been completely horrible. he wasn't some innocent little thing that needed protecting all the time — just some of the time. "i was there with this kid from my calc class. i promised you i wouldn't do anything stupid," xander said softly. alfie seemed a tad bit disappointed in him, which made his heart sink a little, but he was still moving forward with his little plan — full steam ahead. "i don't even plan on doing it again. the party sucked. the music's awful," he lamented with a little sigh. atop alfie's bed, which was twenty times comfier and cozier than his own, xander felt right at home. "uh, isn't that obvious?" the redhead replied with a little giggle. alfie was full of surprises, and it showed on xander's innocent little face. was he flirting back? maybe he hadn't be crazy after all. "well, i wanted to properly appreciate the view," the redhead replied with a little smirk on his pink lips. he could tell alfie was watching his every move, and he'd never felt more powerful in his life. "well, take 'em off me then if you're so offended by 'em," xander challenged. the next thing he knew, alfie was on full display — just for him. his wicked grin just grew wider as he inched closer to the older male. he fit perfectly between his thighs, face just inches away from alfie's sac. "definitely never gonna forget this," xander hummed, his tiny feet still kicking in the air. "'s so big. i think 's the biggest one 've ever seen... c-can i play with it? please, daddy?"

alfie was desperately wishing for the earth to swallow him whole. moments like these were precisely the reason he'd asked for a single. what was alfie supposed to do now that his roommate had seen him stark naked? as if he didn't have enough on his plate, now he had to deal with the awkward tension that would certainly arise with xander. great. "who were you drinking with, xander?" asked alfie, brow furrowed. "you shouldn't be drinking with people you don't know, or trust... and even so, you should watch your back." alfie could only watch, stunned to silence, as xander perched himself on the edge of his bed. his cock was as hard as it was when xander entered the room, eyes drawn to the smaller male's feet as they kicked playfully in the air. "are you... trying to hit on me?" he asked, cock twitching beneath the sheets. "pray tell, what fun am i ruining?" he hummed, arms crossed over his muscular chest. "you're the one who's still wearing clothes, after all." alfie slapped xander's pert ass, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as it jiggled in response. there was something so intoxicating about xander — he could lift alfie's spirits simply by walking into a room. before he knew it, alfie let the sheet fall from his grasp. his eyes never left xander's tiny feet, even as his cock bobbed freely in the air. "how's that for fun, xander?" alfie smirked, thirteen inches of hard cock out for xander's viewing pleasure. "maybe now the memory will last longer."

[ryanlockheart]

xander knew he probably shouldn't have gone to the party, but he was trying to branch out — make the most of his cambridge experience. all he could think about the whole time was alfie. the older boy had climbed inside his mind and made himself at home. it was no wonder why he'd left the party early. it was quite drab without the chestnut-haired boy by his side. even if alfie did pretend to hate his guts, xander could see it in his eyes that he had a soft spot for him. the last thing he ever expected to see when he made his way back into their room was alfie touching himself. it was something he'd thought about, but never did he think he would get to see it firsthand. xander would never forget it as long as he lived. it was going to play in his mind for years to come. xander couldn't have been more disappointed once alfie covered himself, and he couldn't help but let it show. "uh-huh! 'm fine. just had a little to drink," he said with a little giggle. the redhead crept over to alfie's beg and settled down on the edge. he kicked his shoes off and stretched out his legs. "if i'd've known there was gonna be a show back here, i'd've never gone out!" xander admitted, his pale cheeks turning pink. he sighed softly as he laid back on the older male's bed, making himself right at home. he kicked his feet up in the air playfully, plump curves barely hidden by his tiny shorts. "seriously, dude. i think there should be a new rule around here that y'are forbidden to wear clothes at any time!" xander hummed, newfound confidence clearly making itself known. "but i know you're a sourpuss, so you'll say no and spoil the fun... but 's okay." he hiccuped again. "i still got the memory." xander was real smooth.

alfie was wildly uninformed about the various festivities on campus. he was making it a point to be as far removed from cambridge as he could, which wasn't an easy feat — considering he was a student. his roommate wasn't anywhere to be found, which meant that alfie had the room to himself. he thought about venturing outside, asking around to see what could possibly have xander out so late. it was hard to turn off the nagging voice in his brain that kept telling him cambridge wasn't a place for a boy like xander. all alfie wanted was to make it through the term without any trouble, and rooming with xander was making that nearly impossible. from the shorts he wore around the dorm, to his infectious golden retriever energy, he had crept into alfie's head and refused to leave. just as alfie was about to let those thoughts take over and give into the pleasure, his pesky little roommate burst through the door. "shit — xander, hi!" alfie shouted, shooting up and covering himself with his sheets. there was something extra humiliating about being exposed in front of the subject of his fantasies. "no, you're fine. come in," said alfie, grabbing his pajama pants from the floor. "what were you—? have you been drinking, xander? are you okay?"