Chapter 5: The Reveal
The door slammed open hard enough to rattle the hinges, and Jack stormed in with sweat still dripping from his temples, his practice jersey clinging to his chest like a second skin. His lungs were burning. His legs were jelly. Coach had screamed at him for twenty minutes straight—suicides, sprints, the whole fucking gauntlet—and all he could think about was getting back here, getting in the shower, getting his head straight.
That plan died the second he looked up.
Alexis stood in the middle of the room with her back to him, mid-change. The oversized t-shirt was rucked up around her ribs, exposing the smooth plane of her back and the delicate ladder of her spine. Her leggings were peeled down to her knees, and she was bending over to step out of them, one hand braced on the edge of the desk.
Jack's brain short-circuited.
Because there it was. Between her legs. Bobbing against her thigh as she shifted her weight. A cock. Small, maybe three inches soft, pale and smooth and unmistakably, undeniably male. The sight of it hit him like a physical blow—a sucker punch to the gut that knocked every ounce of oxygen from his lungs.
His gym bag slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud.
"What the fuck."
The words came out strangled.Broken. His voice cracked in the middle like he was fourteen again, like his balls hadn't dropped, like the entire foundation of everything he knew about himself hadn't just been ripped out from under his feet.
"You're a—" He couldn't say it. Couldn't form the word. "You're a dude?"
Alexis didn't flinch. Didn't even turn around. He stepped out of the leggings with a casual grace that made Jack's stomach clench, kicked them aside, and straightened up. The t-shirt fell back into place, covering his flat chest and the slight curve of his waist, and when he finally turned to face Jack, he was completely naked from the waist down.
Nothing hidden. Nothing apologized for.
Just that small cock, half-hard now, resting against his thigh like it belonged there. Like this was normal. Like Jack was the one who was losing his mind over nothing.
"Breathe, Daddy."
Alexis's voice was soft. Soothing. The same voice he'd used last night when Jack had been buried inside his throat, when he'd been calling him Daddy and begging for more.
Jack's back hit the door. He hadn't realized he'd been retreating. His hand found the doorknob, fingers wrapping around it, ready to twist, ready to run—
"Don't."
Alexis closed the distance between them in four steps. Five. Jack watched him move—the sway of those hips, the smooth glide of those thighs, the way his cock bounced with each step—and his body reacted before his brain could catch up. His own cock twitched in his shorts, already half-hard, already aching. Traitor.
Alexis pressed a palm flat against Jack's chest. Right over his heart, which was hammering so hard he was sure Alexis could feel it through his ribs.
"You're panicking," Alexis said. Matter-of-fact. Like he was diagnosing a cold. "Your heart's going crazy. Your pupils are dilated. You're sweating more than you were when you walked in."
"Because I just found out my roommate has a fucking—"
"A cock?" Alexis tilted his head. The movement made his hair fall across his eyes, and he didn't bother pushing it back. "Yeah.I do. So what?"
"So what?" Jack's voice climbed an octave. "So I'm not—I'm not gay. I don't do that. I don't—"
"You don't what?" Alexis stepped closer. His bare thigh brushed against Jack's leg, and Jack felt the heat of him through his shorts. "You don't let me suck your dick? Because you already did that.Three times. This morning. Remember?"
Jack's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"That was different."
"How?"
"You were—" He gestured vaguely at Alexis's body. "You looked like—"
"A girl?" Alexis smiled. That same predatory smile from the gaming tournament, the one that had made Jack's stomach flip. "I know. I'm pretty. I've always been pretty. But I'm also a boy. And you let a boy suck your cock, Daddy. You begged for it. You came down my throat and told me you didn't care that you were late for practice."
Jack's cock throbbed. He hated himself for it. Hated the way his body responded to Alexis's words, to the memory of those lips wrapped around him, to the way Alexis was looking at him right now—like he was prey. Like he was already caught.
"I thought you were a girl," he managed. Weak. Pathetic.
"And now you know I'm not." Alexis's hand slid up his chest, over his collarbone, to the side of his neck. His fingers were cool against Jack's flushed skin. "Does that change how good it felt?"
Jack didn't answer.
"Does it change how hard you are right now?"
Jack looked down. His shorts were tented obscenely, a wet spot already forming at the tip. He hadn't even noticed. Hadn't even realized his body had already made its decision while his brain was still scrambling for the exit.
"It's okay," Alexis murmured. "It's okay to let me suck your dick. You already know how good it feels—that doesn't change because of what's between my legs.So calm down. We've got a rematch to get started on."
"Rematch."
"Three wishes. Remember?" Alexis's thumb traced the line of Jack's jaw. "I won last night. Three rounds. But you were so worked up about being late this morning that I didn't get to claim my prize. So we're going to play again. Right now."
Jack's back was still against the door. His hand was still on the doorknob. He could leave. He could walk out, go to Tanya's dorm, pretend this never happened. Pretend he didn't know what Alexis looked like naked. Pretend he hadn't spent the entire walk back from practice thinking about that mouth.
"I'm not gay," he said again. Quieter this time.
"Okay." Alexis shrugged. "You're not gay. You're just a guy who likes getting his dick sucked. By me. Specifically. And you're going to let me do it again, because you're already hard and you're already thinking about it and you already know you're not going to say no."
Jack's jaw tightened. "You don't know that."
"I know you." Alexis's hand dropped to the waistband of Jack's shorts. His fingers hooked underneath, brushing against the damp skin of Jack's hip. "I know you better than you think. I know you're a total fuckboy, even if you don't admit it. I know you like it when someone begs for your cock. I know you like being called Daddy, even though you'd never say it out loud."
Jack's breath caught.
"And I know," Alexis continued, pulling Jack's shorts down in one smooth motion, "that you're never going to be able to look at another girl the same way after this. Because none of them are going to make you feel the way I do."
Jack's cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already leaking. Alexis wrapped his fingers around it, and Jack's knees nearly buckled.
"See?" Alexis stroked him slowly. Base to tip. A twist at the top that made Jack's eyes roll back. "You're already mine. You just haven't admitted it yet."
"Alexis—"
"Shh." Alexis dropped to his knees. The movement was fluid, practiced, like he'd done this a thousand times before. His face was level with Jack's cock, and he looked up at him through those dark lashes with an expression that was equal parts adoration and hunger. "Let me take care of you, Daddy. You've had a rough morning."
Jack's hand found Alexis's hair. Fisted it. Pulled, just a little, and Alexis moaned like it was the best thing he'd ever felt.
"I hate you," Jack whispered.
"No, you don't." Alexis kissed the tip of his cock. Licked the precum from the slit. "You love me. You just don't know it yet."
And then he swallowed Jack down, all the way to the base, and Jack stopped thinking about anything at all.
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Alexis worked him like a instrument. Like he'd been studying Jack's body for years instead of days. Every drag of his tongue, every hollow of his cheeks, every moan that vibrated around Jack's shaft—it was all designed to drive him insane. To make him forget about practice, about Tanya, about the fact that he was standing in his dorm room getting his dick sucked by a boy while his back was pressed against the door like he was guarding against intruders.
"Fuck," Jack breathed. "Fuck, Alexis, that's—"
Alexis pulled off with a wet sound, grinning up at him. "That's what?"
"So good. So fucking good."
"Yeah?" Alexis stroked him with his hand, slow and lazy. "You like my mouth, Daddy?"
"You know I do."
"Tell me."
Jack's hips bucked. "I like your mouth."
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it."
"Beg me."
Jack's eyes snapped open. "What?"
Alexis's hand stilled. His lips hovered just above the head of Jack's cock, close enough that Jack could feel his breath on the sensitive skin. Close enough that if he just pushed his hips forward, just an inch, just a little—
"Beg me," Alexis repeated. "Tell me you need my mouth. Tell me you'll do anything for it."
Jack swallowed. His throat was dry. His heart was pounding.
"I—"
"Say it."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please suck my dick." The words tumbled out of him, clumsy and desperate. "Please, Alexis, I need it. I need your mouth. I'll do anything. Just don't stop."
Alexis smiled. That same dangerous smile. And then he took Jack down again, deeper this time, and Jack's head fell back against the door with a crack that he barely felt.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"
Alexis moved faster. Harder. His hand cupped Jack's balls, squeezing in time with the rhythm of his mouth, and Jack felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He was going to come. He was going to come down Alexis's throat for the second time today, and he wasn't even fighting it anymore.
"Not yet."
Alexis pulled off. Again. And Jack actually whined.
"Please—"
"Not yet." Alexis stood up. His knees were red from the carpet, and his lips were slick with spit and precum, and he looked absolutely wrecked. "I said we're having a rematch. And I'm not going to let you off that easy."
"What do you want?"
Alexis's eyes glittered. "Everything."
He took Jack by the hand and led him to the bed. The sheets were still tangled from this morning. Still smelled like sex and sweat and something sweet.
"Sit," Alexis said.
Jack sat.
Alexis climbed onto the bed, straddling Jack's lap, and Jack's hands automatically found his hips. The skin was warm.Smooth. The curve of his ass fit perfectly in Jack's palms, just like it had last night, and Jack felt a strange pang of familiarity. Of comfort.
"I want you to touch me," Alexis said. "I want your fingers inside me. I want your mouth on my ass. I want you to get me ready."
"Ready for what?"
"For your cock." Alexis leaned in close, his lips brushing Jack's ear. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. And I want you to do it while you're looking at me—really looking at me—and knowing exactly what I am."
Jack's hands tightened on his hips.
"You want that?"
"Yes."
"You want to fuck a boy?"
Jack's jaw clenched. His cock was aching, pressed between Alexis's thighs, slick with spit and precum. He could feel Alexis's own cock against his stomach—small and hard and leaking—and the sensation made his brain stutter.
"I want to fuck you," he said. The words were rough. Honest. "I don't care what you are."
Alexis's smile softened. Just a little. Just enough that Jack saw something real underneath all the bravado.
"Good answer."
He leaned back, spreading his legs, and Jack's eyes dropped automatically to the space between them. To the small cock bobbing against Alexis's belly. To the smooth, hairless sac beneath it. To the tight, pink pucker just below, already glistening with lube.
"You're already prepped," Jack said.
"I've been waiting all day." Alexis reached down and spread himself open with two fingers. "I knew you'd come back. I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."
Jack's mouth watered. He leaned forward, replacing Alexis's fingers with his own, and pressed the pad of his thumb against that tight ring of muscle.
Alexis gasped. His hips jerked.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Daddy—"
"Shut up."
Jack pushed his thumb inside, just to the first knuckle, and Alexis moaned. Long and low and shameless. His head fell back, his hair spilling across the pillows, and Jack watched his own thumb disappear into that tight heat.
"You're so fucking wet," he said.
"I prepped for you." Alexis's voice was breathy. "I wanted to be ready. I wanted you to just—"
Jack pushed deeper. Two fingers now. Curled them up, searching, until he found that spot that made Alexis arch off the bed.
"There?"
"Fuck yes. Right there. Don't stop."
Jack didn't stop. He worked his fingers in and out, slow and deliberate, watching Alexis come apart beneath him. Watching the way his mouth fell open, the way his eyes rolled back, the way his small cock twitched and leaked against his stomach. He'd never seen anything like it. Never seen a body respond like this.
"More," Alexis begged. "Please, Daddy, more—"
Jack pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.
Alexis screamed.
It was a sound Jack would remember for the rest of his life—raw and desperate and completely unhinged. He lapped at that tight hole like it was a fucking dessert, tongue-fucking him with the same enthusiasm Alexis had used on his cock this morning. And Alexis writhed and begged and pulled at Jack's hair, his thighs shaking, his heels digging into Jack's back.
"Please," he sobbed. "Please, I can't—I need—"
"What do you need?"
"Your cock. Your fucking cock. Please, Daddy, I need you inside me."
Jack pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His chin was slick with spit and lube, and he didn't care. Couldn't care. All he could think about was getting inside that tight, wet heat.
"Condom," he said.
"Fuck the condom."
"No." Jack shook his head. "I'm not—"
"Jack." Alexis grabbed his face with both hands. His eyes were wild, desperate, but there was something else there too. Something soft. "I'm clean. I've only been with you. I want to feel you. All of you. Please."
Jack hesitated. The condom wrapper was still on the nightstand. Still unopened. Still waiting.
"Please, Daddy," Alexis whispered. "I want you to come inside me. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up."
And Jack—fool that he was—nodded.
He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against that slick, fluttering hole, and pushed inside.
Alexis's back arched off the bed. His mouth opened in a silent scream. And Jack felt himself slide into that impossible heat, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, you're so tight—"
"Move." Alexis's legs wrapped around his waist. "Please, Daddy, move."
Jack moved.
He fucked Alexis with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Hard, deep thrusts that made the bed frame creak and the headboard slam against the wall. Alexis's nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. His heels dug into Jack's ass, urging him deeper, harder, faster.
"Yes," Alexis chanted. "Yes, yes, yes—"
"Shut up." Jack covered Alexis's mouth with his hand. "You're going to wake the whole floor."
Alexis licked his palm. Bit his thumb. Grinned up at him like the devil he was.
"I don't care. Let them hear."
Jack pulled his hand away and kissed him.
It was the first time they'd kissed. Really kissed. Mouths open, tongues tangling, the taste of his own precum still on Alexis's lips. And it felt—it felt like something. Something more than just fucking. Something that scared the shit out of him.
Alexis moaned into his mouth and clenched around his cock, and Jack's brain went white.
"I'm close," he gasped.
"Come inside me." Alexis's voice was ragged. "Please, Daddy, I need to feel it—"
Jack buried his face in Alexis's neck and let go.
His orgasm hit him like a truck. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he emptied himself into Alexis with a guttural groan that he was sure could be heard in the next building. His hips kept moving, pumping, until he was drained and shaking and barely able to stay upright.
Beneath him, Alexis was trembling. Coming. Eyes rolled back, mouth open, small cock twitching against his stomach. He came with a hitched cry that was almost a sob, and the sight of it—the sight of Alexis coming untouched, just from Jack's cock inside him—was enough to make Jack's spent cock twitch with interest.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Jack stayed buried inside Alexis, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Alexis's chest. The room smelled like sex and sweat and something sweet. The sheets were ruined. The bed frame was probably cracked. Jack didn't care.
"Jack?" Alexis's voice was quiet. Tentative.
"Yeah?"
"Was that okay?"
Jack lifted his head. Looked down at Alexis—really looked at him—and saw the uncertainty in his eyes. The vulnerability.
"You're a boy," Jack said.
"I know."
"I'm not gay."I know."
"I still—" Jack swallowed. "I still want to do it again."
Alexis's smile was slow. Real.
"You're late for something," he said.
Jack glanced at the clock. 10:47. He'd missed practice entirely. Missed two classes. Probably had fifteen missed calls from Tanya.
"Don't care," he said.
"Good." Alexis pulled him down for another kiss. Soft this time. Almost sweet. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Jack's cock twitched inside him. Still hard. Still ready.
"Round two?" Alexis asked.
"Round two," Jack agreed.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice that sounded a lot like his own was screaming at him to run. To get out. To save himself before this went any further.
But Jack had never been good at listening to his own advice.
Especially when it came to Alexis.