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Alejandro was hot. At least, Tyler thought so.
But does anyone else know that Tyler has thoughts like that? No? Then what’s the issue?
The issue is that Tyler is a man, first of all. A man who had never seen other men as attractive up until Alejandro helped him up on that damn runway. Bridgette and LeShawna may have been charmed and eliminated by him, but at least they were women. He also fumbled the challenge in Area 51 today big time. Thank goodness he and Alejandro are in an alliance and together they’ll vote out Duncan, because otherwise, Tyler would be a goner.
He and Alejandro are in an alliance, right?
Sometimes he thinks so, but other times he gets a sneaking suspicion that the Spaniard kind of hates him. Like he could swear he caught the male twitching in ire toward him on multiple occasions. But then he gets in his ear with that slithery Latino voice of his and Tyler melts, feeling stupid for ever thinking Alejandro hated him.
Heather has made it abundantly clear how much she distrusts him, and Tyler agrees with her. But then again, he doesn’t. Having feelings for another man was throwing him for a loop.
Oh, and he’s also dating Lindsay if that makes anything more complicated. Tyler has just been suffering in silence and trying to keep his eyes on the prize.
He knew he messed up today. He also knew he’d surely be in the bottom two come voting. That land mine almost fucked his ass up. He nearly landed on the hard earth; a conveniently placed mud bog saved his clumsy self. He could’ve ended up in casts and bandages and then he surely would’ve been eliminated with his athletic prowess handicapped.
Tyler sighed, not one of relief since the weight of the elimination ceremony hung over his head like an anvil, but he still sighed, content after a long shower to scrub off all that mud and gunk. He changed into a fresh red tracksuit and adorning headband before making his way toward the confessional.
The jock entered, slumping onto the toilet. This time he sighed with relief. He was sore all over the place after today and plopping his rear down never felt more rewarding. He tried to organize his thoughts to the best of his abilities before speaking.
“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ there’s a good chance this is where I get booted.” He looked into the camera with his arms crossed and legs spread wide. “This game has gotten way too stressful for me to handle. I want the money as much as the next person, but…” he trailed off, eyes flickering downward and then back up at the camera.
“Like, I love Lindsay. She might forget my name all the time, and she might’ve called me Alejandro, and she might’ve openly drooled over him when I was around…” his gaze looks far away for just a moment, “but, I still love her. And yet, I have these stupid feelings for Alejandro.” He shifted his rear against the seat; he was uncomfortable talking about this.
“I’d never cheat on Lindsay. But it gets exhausting being with someone who forgets your name all the time. Like, I’m supposed to hate Alejandro, he kept flirting with my girl!” His brow furrowed and he jerked his thumb toward the door like the man was right on the other side. He took a deep breath. “But I dunno, it’s like he’s Medusa. He stares at me and I go frozen. Except, instead of turning to stone, I melt into some lame puddle.” The jock put his chin in his hands. Airing it out to a wall made him feel better. He can get away with this; Chris made a promise not to air any confessionals that got too personal.
Another sigh and Tyler got up to take a leak. He undid his drawstring before pulling his pants and underwear below his junk.
Knock-knock-knock.
“Just a second,” Tyler said as he aimed his stream at the side of the toilet.
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock.
“One-sec dude, pissin’ here.”
The person started jostling the sliding door and Tyler’s eyes snapped to it. The fuck? Does anybody have manners anymore?
“Hey what the hell man—” the boy was rudely cut off when the door gave out and started sliding open. Shit girlfriend, shit competition, shit plane, shit sliding bathroom door. Can’t have anything on Total Drama.
Tyler adjusted his stance, facing away from the door as he peed to hide his privates from whoever the hell opened the accursed sliding door. “Get out I said one sec—” Tyler puffed up a sharp inhale when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder. His eyes followed to find a spotless bronze hand gripping his shoulder. Noah was out; there’s only one person this could be.
Shoot him.
“Al? What the hell?” Tyler shook his dick clean and shoved it back in his pants. The last thing he needed was his sexy man crush to literally catch him with his pants down.
Tyler flushed the toilet and went to turn around to confront the Spaniard, however, he was pushed forward by him and he stumbled into the wall. Dazed, Tyler whipped his head around and regained his balance to find Alejandro cramming his way into the bathroom with him. He slid the door closed behind him and locked it. The two made eye contact.
“What’re you doing, dude? Am I invisible to you? I was emptying the tank! Ya can’t wait to use the bathroom?” Their chests were almost touching and Tyler couldn’t shuffle his heels back any further.
Alejandro only stared at Tyler, those olive-green eyes stabbing straight through Tyler’s. The jock swallowed hard and was suddenly struck with the urge to leave the bathroom, but Alejandro was in the way.
“Earth to Al—”
“I heard you venting in here.”
“Um—” Tyler felt like he actually would melt into a lame puddle by the way the man in front of him wouldn’t direct his gaze anywhere else. He was just staring, coaxing the truth out of him with silence and those knives for eyes. “—what did you hear?” the jock managed to choke out.
Alejandro crossed his arms, hands brushing on Tyler’s chest in the process. “Well, I was walking by and I heard my name. I listened in and was surprised to hear it was you.” That was a lie.
“So you couldn’t just wait until I was done peeing?!”
“I wanted some privacy. I’m sure you of all people would know that we’re in economy class today. This is the safest place to talk without interruption.”
Tyler bit his tongue and flushed. So he is upset with him? He couldn’t really blame him, anyway. “Yeah, well, I wanted some privacy too, but I guess we can’t all have nice things.”
Silence followed and Alejandro was still staring into that closeted-bisexual soul of his. “You know that you’re the very reason our team is in economy class, yes?” That snake-like slither was starting to slide into his tone; Tyler felt ashamed of the way it made him feel. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Um, yeah…”
“And you know that Duncan and Owen will vote for you, right?”
“Look, it was an accident. I wasn’t watching where I was going! You and I can vote for Duncan, right?”
“You mess up a lot, Tyler. Surely you know that?” Ouch.
“Hey, answer me first!” Tyler jabbed a blunt finger into the other man’s chest. He kept ignoring him and it was pissing him off.
Alejandro glanced down to the finger that was sunken into his well-built chest, then back at Tyler’s eyes. The Spaniard grabbed Tyler’s wrist and leaned forward, pinning it over his head. He would’ve concluded Tyler’s expression to be one of fear if not for the red that spilled across his cheeks.
“I’ll answer you, just tell me one thing.” Their noses were close to touching. Tyler felt the heat of Alejandro’s breath as his demand lie just centimeters away from his face. Fuck. Men as good-looking and suave as him should be outlawed.
Tyler nodded slowly, swallowing. He would break eye contact with Alejandro if he didn’t feel as though he’d get smited for doing such.
“Do you really like girls?”
Tyler tried to gasp but only got more scared when he found he couldn’t. There’s no way Alejandro heard him spill his feelings; he said he only heard Tyler say his name through the door. Suddenly every remark Heather had made about the man played like a broken record inside Tyler’s head. Heather knew how to play the game, she’s got to be onto something about Alejandro, right?
Or what if Alejandro really didn’t hear him and he was just that intuitive? No, that can’t be. Tyler has been more discreet than anyone about his feelings for him.
“Uh… yeah. I-I’m dating Lindsay.” He swallowed hard enough for the other man to hear. Tyler has never felt more transparent than he does right now.
“Do you remember what I said to you in Jamaica? Trust your instincts?”
Tyler’s brain was burning up. Burning and burning until it turned into a charred crisp that couldn’t think for itself. “Stop asking me so many questions,” he mumbled.
“Tyler?”
He was going to explode.
“Do you like me?”
Tyler realized he can bullshit his way through this.
“UH—as a friend? O’course, Al!” An awkward chuckle and a sheepish smile followed. Tyler found out at that moment that he could not, in fact, bullshit his way through this.
“Oh, yeah?” Alejandro had bonfires behind his eyes, illuminating them like two consuming high beams. Their noses touched and Tyler popped an embarrassingly quick boner.
Tyler’s breathing quickened. He felt like a dream would be the only logical excuse for this event, but Tyler is smart enough to know that this was reality, and Alejandro is standing before him trying to lull the forbidden truth out of him and succeeding at it. He nearly forgot he was in the bathroom because he couldn’t snap his eyes a millimeter away from this deliciously swarthy man, taunting him with his hand pinned above his head and enough deep and breathy talk to make Tyler come. Their combined body heat had effectively boiled Tyler’s brain into a bubbly pink purée. A lame puddle.
Only one thing you can revert to when your brain melts. Instincts.
The truth comes out. “All right! All right, I like you! I think you’re hot or somethin’. Ever since the season started I’ve thought you were cool. But I’m not supposed to think that—you basically stole my girl! My girl kept making eyes at you and I was supposed to be upset but I couldn’t because I liked you, dammit!” Tyler used his free hand and pushed the man off of him. His back collided with the door and he uttered a few swear words.
Alejandro was taken aback, not anticipating a response like that. The jock was breathing heavily, face red with anger and embarrassment, and he’s got a stiffy wouldn’t you know it? What a trio.
“That’s what I meant by trusting your instincts, was that so hard?” Alejandro regained his balance. “That’s telling, isn’t it?” he gestured to Tyler’s hard-on as if he wasn’t red enough.
“Stop ignoring everything I say! And that’s not telling anything!” Tyler shoved it between his legs and squished his thighs over it, then hovered his hands over the area. If there’s one thing Tyler wanted, it was for a black hole to open up beneath his feet so the void can consume him and his brain can re-solidify and go back to thinking absolutely fucking nothing.
“And whaddya mean, ‘was that so hard’? What didja know I—” he swallowed the blush that tried to crawl across his neck, “—had feelings for you?”
“Tyler, in Jamaica I caught you on several occasions looking at me in my speedo.”
“Dick. Insult me again.” Tyler feigned a dominant front, but it was difficult when he still stood like he was holding in a piss.
Alejandro frowned, brow furrowing. He liked Tyler, too. The boy probably thought he dragged it out of him so he had dirt on him later in the game. Tyler confessed his feelings for me! Gross! Everybody shout homosexual slurs at him! But all the women he has flirted with and gotten borderline cozy with have only been to further himself in the game. His intention isn’t to leave ireful boyfriends in his wake.
Ireful boyfriends who turn out to be crushing on the appointed “Mr. Steal Your Girl.” Tough one.
Alejandro was a deft thinker and didn’t have to stand in silence for long before he came up with a way to see this situation through. In fact, a smile was already playing across his lips as it played out in his head.
“Relax, you’re redder than my shirt.”
“Stop with that smile!” Tyler shouted.
“Seriously, relax. Do you want someone else to hear us?”
The gears turned in Tyler’s head and he looked away. “Yeah, whatever,” he said in an inside voice. He was still awkwardly standing with his boner between his thighs.
Alejandro shuffled an inch closer. “I don’t mean to embarrass you.”
“Bullshit. Why’d you hafta get that outta me, anyway? I’ll bet you’re gonna use that against me like when you made me spill the beans about Duncan and Gwen. Heather’s warned me about you.”
There it is. Alejandro gulped, those lean throat muscles working. He wasn’t the greatest when it came to conveying his true feelings or intentions. His home life is so competitive that he often forgets he doesn’t need to manipulate others for them to walk into his hands. Maybe he messed up, flustering the jock like that. It wasn’t a lie that he ticked him off sometimes, but Alejandro honestly sees him as something of a friend—even if he manipulates him to his benefit. His borderline stupidity was endearing and Alejandro felt a brief pang of regret in his chest when he focused on Tyler’s red and offended face, scrunched up like a dog who was mad at its owner.
The feeling was gone as quickly as it came and Alejandro forgot all about it.
Alejandro had the urge to confess his feelings, too, but decided against it. The teams haven’t even merged yet; if Tyler lasts long enough, maybe then Alejandro could tell him.
“I just—don’t want you to lie to yourself. Letting it out feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess so—could ya turn around real quick?”
Alejandro wasn’t sure why he requested such, but regardless, he turned around and quickly heard Tyler’s movements. The ruffle of clothing was too minute for him to be taking anything off. He’d wager the jock was pinching his dick tip right now. The Spaniard willed away any compulsion to sneak a peek and waited impatiently.
“Okay, you’re good.”
Alejandro turned around carefully, briefly flickering his eyes to the softening bulge in the jock’s joggers before making eye contact with him. He still appeared upset; he’s calmed down, though. Alejandro didn’t want this to end, not when he was millimeters away from having the boy. Any internal infighting he had done had fizzled away in the air like a cobweb, he needed to try something.
“So, anyway, the vote later will definitely be a tie if we vote Duncan.”
“Right.” Tyler crossed his arms.
“If.”
The color drained from Tyler’s face. “Huh?”
“I could easily vote for you and save you any trouble.”
“‘Save me any trouble?’ Dude, I wanna win just as much as you.”
“We all do. And, logically, I should vote for you since—again—we wouldn’t be in economy class if not for your kludgy tendencies.”
“You know what?” He was getting fired up again, temper flaring. “I don’t needa take this from you! I can’t believe I considered you a friend and crushed on you for half a season.”
Pang. Gone as quickly as it came.
“Calm down. I was going to say, I’d be willing to vote with you if you did me a favor.”
A look of betrayal briefly flitted across Tyler’s face, however, that flinty look resurfaced before Alejandro could dissect it.
“Which is?”
“Let me kiss you.”
Immediately Tyler’s eyes shrunk and his cheeks were painted scarlet. He tightened his arms, squishing his pecs together unintentionally. “The hell do ya mean?” The hard-ass in him was fading fast.
“Allow me to kiss you, and I’ll vote with you. Owen could be easily convinced even, so there would be no doubt about Duncan’s elimination.”
“I-I’m confused. Why do you wanna kiss me? I was the one who confessed his feelings.”
Alejandro conjured up a lie so fast you’d believe it to be the truth. “Because it would be good for you. Don’t you want to relieve any tension? You’ve been suppressing it this entire time.”
Tyler looked to be considering it before his eyes snapped back to reality. “No. I’m dating Lindsay. I can’t do that.”
“So? She won’t know. She probably wouldn’t know if she were standing right here. It doesn’t have to mean anything; it’d be for your own self-indulgence.”
Self-indulgence. Tyler was fighting with every fiber of his being to block his nerves from enacting anything he knew he shouldn’t.
“C’mon, amigo.” Alejandro lowered his voice and closed the distance between them. Tyler slouched against the wall and looked up at the Spaniard, shrinking and flustered and his cock was beginning to twitch back to life.
Now watch Tyler fail.
“F-Fine…” It was happening again. The room was getting dark and Alejandro’s eyes were lighting up like two consuming hypnotic swirls, reaching through Tyler’s eyes and grabbing ahold of his soul.
No-no-no was all Tyler could mentally chant as the man dipped his head down. The ends of his hair were snakes and he could swear Alejandro’s tongue was hanging out of his head, hissing like an actual serpent as the combined stare of Alejandro plus the snakes made Tyler melt. Melt until he sunk into the floor like a lame puddle and all that was left was his clothes, headband, and the phantom calls of his dick chanting no-no-no because Tyler wanted it whether he could admit it or not.
Did Lindsay even love him, anyway?
Alejandro’s lips melded into his; smooth like butter. Tyler grunted into the other man’s mouth as he wasn’t ready for it. His world was moving in technicolor and something equivalent to a tipsy person’s vision. He felt warm, thick fingers under his chin as Alejandro angled him into the kiss so he could go deeper. Alejandro’s other hand hooked under Tyler’s armpit and that shit was wet. He slid his hand down Tyler’s side as he sucked on the jock’s lip. Another grunt from Tyler and he gently pushed Alejandro away; enough for their noses to still touch.
“Wait…” he breathed, eyes still closed as he panted, “this isn’t—Lindsay is—”
“Trust your instincts.” Alejandro’s breath moistened Tyler’s nose and cheeks and the two reconnected once more. The jock was shivering and exhaled shakily into the other male’s mouth. He felt his morality and loyalty seeping out of his ears and wafting into the hot air around them. His brain and his heart were having a no-yes-no-yes-no-yes duel and all the boy could focus on if anything was this slippery serpent on top of him that was tenderly shoving his tongue into his mouth. Slow, wet, hungry kisses that went on and on.
This was nothing like the many times Tyler had made out with Lindsay. Her lips tasted like peaches and Tyler hated peaches and she kissed him with such imprecision it was like she didn’t know how to use her lips.
Alejandro, though? The feeling of another man’s stubble against his chin and the feeling of his mouth and hands and fingers. It was so wrong and Tyler was shaking hard.
They pulled apart, and a string of saliva connected their red lips as the strand drooped and stuck to Tyler’s equally red jacket. Tears pooled in Tyler’s eyes but his face shone hardly any emotion behind it. No-yes-no-yesyesyes-nono-yes-no-yes-giveingiveingivein. He felt dizzy and he couldn’t stop shaking and shivering and clicking his teeth.
Alejandro brought his lips to the shell of Tyler’s ear. “Relax… and trust yourself.” His voice was like burning candle wax. Sweet and hot and lusty but don’t get too enamored or you’ll burn yourself—hurt yourself.
Tyler’s eyes closed as he controlled his shivery breaths. He almost achieved a sense of control of his body until he felt those strong, swarthy, candle-wax fingers hooking into his waistband.
“Al…hey…” Tyler’s voice was hushed as he looked on, locked in his own body as his joggers were pulled down, pooling at his ankles with the rest of his body. His briefs were tight, shaft and tip visibly apparent running down his right thigh. A sizeable damp spot was spread around his head and Alejandro leaned in to take in that erotic pancake batter smell. Tyler’s legs shook terribly and Alejandro had to grip them by the thighs to steel his stance against the wall.
“You’re all right.”
Tyler, was not all right.
Alejandro squeezed those meaty thighs of his as he slowly slid his hands up to the band of his briefs. Tyler was silent, crimson with arousal and shame as his eyes concentrated on the Spaniard dragging his underwear down his thighs. Slow as a snail his penis was revealed to Alejandro. First the short brush of brown pubic hair, to his veiny shaft, to his head, which sprung out of his briefs like a loaded gun as the article was bunched at his knees. The tip was shiny and slick and the world around Tyler was crowded by demonic versions of himself chorusing the same mantra.
GIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEIN.
Then Tyler felt an undeniable warmth and he saw white; eyes gone blind like two exploded stars. His cock was in Alejandro’s mouth. Alejandro was giving him a blowjob. Tyler’s secret man crush was blowing him in the most high-traffic area of this accursed plane. Tyler could only stare dumbly, expression bovine.
Then the man going down on him went deeper, bobbing his head as more of Tyler’s cock was engulfed by the heat of Alejandro’s mouth. That tongue of his tenderizing and flicking at his frenulum like a tentacle, threatening to extend perversely and wrap around his privates ten times over and milk him like a fucking cow.
Oh, balls.
“Stop.” Tyler grabbed a fistful of Alejandro’s mane and pulled him off. The jock almost spewed his nut all over the bathroom and it hasn’t even been thirty seconds.
“Already?”
“Sorry…” Tyler had managed to get ahold of his shaking; the grip on his thighs certainly helped, but God the slightest bit of contact against his tip already was daring to bust down the dam in Tyler’s core.
Tyler swallowed hard enough for the sound of his throat to echo in the tiny bathroom, and he guided Alejandro’s head back to his aching cock. The male slipped the head between his lips and resumed his rhythmic bobbing. Tyler’s arms flopped to his sides like dead fish as he stared awestruck at what the fuck was happening. The buildup came back quickly but Tyler was frozen, affixed by the way this man worked his mouth around a penis. How was this possible?
In an instant, Tyler thawed out and burned up like a volcano on the brink of eruption. Alejandro slowly sunk down his length, and it didn’t stop when Tyler felt the head push against the back of his throat. It was when it squeezed down into Alejandro’s warm and wet heaven that was his larynx, that Tyler snapped.
Alejandro went to slide his mouth back up until Tyler grabbed two fistfuls of syrup hair and went ballistic. The jock screwed his eyes shut as he dragged Alejandro back down the base. The male gagged and sputtered but Tyler continued yanking his head back and forth. Like a robot that was programmed to do one thing and one thing only, Tyler vigorously dragged the Spaniard up and down his cock as he chased his orgasm, damn near animalistic. Alejandro kept gagging and slurping and up came a mouthful of thick and stringy slime; he sputtered around Tyler’s cock and sprayed throat slime on his balls, in his pubes, dripping down in globs on Alejandro’s shirt. Balls fat and high, Tyler did not stop.
“Just stop…” Tyler breathed as he fucked his face impossibly faster. Alejandro made several disgusting, sloppy sounds as his throat got used and obliterated. Then Tyler let out a groan, coming to a gradual stop and holding Alejandro’s face into his pelvis. The jock was unabashedly loud as he came into the man’s throat, bucking sporadically into his face as he rode it out. And then a satisfied moan followed and he pulled out, sliding down the wall until his rear hit the floor.
And then Tyler focused back on reality. The neon colors faded and fizzled back into the drab and dirty grays and browns of the bathroom. Alejandro was Alejandro and Tyler’s jaw fell open.
And then he realized how loud he was, how loud Alejandro was.
And then he realized anybody could’ve walked by at any moment. Someone could’ve tried to get in the confessional but couldn’t because Tyler was too busy cheating on his girlfriend. Izzy could’ve been venturing through the vents again and spied on their entire encounter.
Tyler felt like shit.
Alejandro had stabilized himself enough to stand up. He panted and slime and semen dripped down his chin as he turned the sink on. He cupped some cold water in his hands as he began smudging the fluids off of his face. A few moments passed before he said anything.
“Okay. Say goodbye to Duncan.”
His heart skipped a beat. Tyler started crying. Hot tears sliding down his face and chin melted him and turned him into nothing but a lame puddle.