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Alex paced the hotel room. "I can't believe we're locked in here until they're ready to film," he grumbled.
"Yeah, you'd think they'd let us go sightseeing or something." Conor kicked a chair, sending it skidding a few inches. "Stupid secrecy."
They'd arrived in Reykjavík yesterday and had promptly been informed that they were not to leave their room. Room, as in singular, with two beds. Sure, Conor had been living with him for a while and before that, they'd both been living with James, but they had their own bedrooms and a whole house to avoid each other in if they wished. Alex sighed, pausing to stare out the window as Conor flopped onto a bed.
Alex's bed.
"Oh no! I sat on Blue." Conor yelped, scrambling to the side and scooping up the ball.
"We're not naming it Blue."
Alex had brought the lacrosse ball to roll out the tension in his shoulders and neck, which he sorely needed. Being in close proximity with Conor, as much as Alex loved his friend, was getting on his last nerve.
Mostly because Conor never shut up unless he was sleeping.
"He's a he and we're not naming him Wilson. That's stealing." Conor said.
Alex rubbed the bridge of his nose. Conor had discovered the ball that morning and it was a sign of Alex losing his mind that he'd allowed Conor to take it, babbling about how it could be their Wilson, like in the Tom Hanks movie. Worse yet, Alex was starting to think he might like talking to the ball more than Conor. He really needed to figure out a way to work out his tension. That did not include talking to inanimate objects. Or Conor. And he needed Conor to shut up. He couldn't even turn on a movie. They'd taken the remote away.
He stalked over to the bed. "Get off."
Conor scrambled over to his own bed, taking Blue with him. "You don't have to be so rude, Alex."
Alex threw himself down, gathered his pillow to his face and screamed into it.
"Alex?" Conor asked softly, coming over to kneel next to the bed, thankfully leaving the ball behind. "What's wrong?"
"I just need some quiet." It came out as more of a whine than Alex intended.
"Oh. I can do that."
Alex seriously doubted it.
Conor returned to his bed, curling up on it, back to Alex.
And was quiet.
It was a miracle.
Alex rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the silence. Slowly, the tension drained from his shoulders and he relaxed, closing his eyes. Maybe he'd make it through this isolation after all.
"Alex?"
Alex would live through it. Conor might not.
"What?"
"Can I cuddle with you? I'll be quiet. I promise."
Alex sighed. "Yeah."
It wouldn't be the first time. Conor often crept into Alex's bed at night when he had trouble sleeping. Sometimes they just slept. Sometimes, if Alex was also having trouble sleeping, more happened. Conor crawled onto the bed, nestling into Alex's open arm, breath puffing against Alex's neck as he settled in, fingers curled under his palm where it rested on Alex's chest. Alex wrapped his arm around Conor's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Truth be told, as annoying as Conor could be, Alex was very fond of him. And while he'd rather have been on this show with James, and Spencer would have been fun, he didn't really mind having Conor with him. He was seriously doubtful about their ability to solve puzzles together, but Conor would attack everything with enthusiasm and that would make for good TV. And bring eyes to the series, which was the whole point of this.
"Why won't they let us watch TV?" Conor whined, barely audible, like Alex wasn't supposed to hear.
"I don't know," Alex answered anyway. "Probably to make us bored and sniping at each other. Drama for the audience."
"It's working." Conor popped one finger out to rub on Alex's chest.
Alex caught Conor's hand with his free one. "There's something they don't know."
"What's that?" Conor lifted his head, blue eyes peering up at Alex curiously.
Alex shifted his grip to rub his thumb on Conor's inner wrist. "We have ways of working out our irritation."
Conor snorted. "I don't think what we do can be called hate sex."
"More like mildly annoyed sex," Alex smirked, bringing Conor's wrist up to his lips and licking it.
Conor's breath hitched. "Not sure we can even call it that."
"Whatever we call it, you game?" Alex licked again, holding Conor's gaze.
Conor moaned softly. "Yeah. Better than staring at the walls."
"You know it'll be way better than that."
With those words, Alex pushed Conor onto his back and straddled him.
"Hey, pretty baby." Alex cooed, grinning as the very predictable blush rose on Conor's cheeks.
Alex only called him that during sex.
"Alex!" Conor whined. "I'm not pretty."
"You are pretty when you're underneath me like this."
Alex didn't give him time to respond, leaning down to capture his lips. One of the things Alex enjoyed the most about Conor was that the enthusiasm that Conor brought to other things in his life - such as the show - he also brought to times like this, wrapping his arms around Alex's neck and kissing back hungrily. Too hungrily, actually. Alex slowed it down, pulling back to suck on Conor's bottom lip, teasing his tongue in and out of Conor's mouth. Conor whined, muffled by Alex's lips, but still a whine, squirming under Alex.
"We've got all the time in the world, baby," Alex murmured, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Entirely too much time, but Alex would find ways to fill it.
Probably by filling Conor. Would be a good way to shut him up when he wouldn't stop talking. Alex almost smacked himself for not thinking of it earlier. He'd just shove his cock between Conor's lips and that would be two birds with one stone. Blessed silence, aside from moans, which Alex enjoyed, and his cock sucked, which Conor was very good at.
"What's so funny?" Conor asked as Alex chuckled to himself.
"Nothing."
Alex distracted him with more kisses, his lips, his jaw, down his throat. Conor moaned, tipping his head back, as Alex made his way down, licking and sucking lightly, mindful not to leave marks.
Which was a pity. Alex did love seeing his partner all marked up.
Another time, when it would be easier for Conor to hide them. There were too many unknowns on this show. The last thing they needed was for there to be some reason for Conor to be shirtless with a dozen marks on display when they'd only had contact with each other for weeks.
He sat up. "Shirt off, baby."
Alex whipped his off, smirking as Conor struggled to get out of his while still lying on the bed.
"You could get off," Conor grumbled.
"I intend to."
Conor groaned. "Not what I meant, asshole. Move and I'll get completely naked for you."
Probably not a bad idea, truth be told. Alex wasn't in the mood for finesse. So he got off the bed, shucking off the rest of his clothes, giving Conor room to do the same. He pushed Conor over to the other bed when they were done.
“Ow!” Conor rolled to his side and grabbed Blue out from under his back.
Alex laughed. “Serves you right.”
Conor made a face at him and held out the ball. “Put him on the floor? His innocent eyes shouldn't see this.”
Alex snorted. “Seriously, Conor?”
Whatever. He set the ball on the floor and nudged it to roll under the bed before crawling over Conor.
"By the way, what's wrong with your bed?" Conor asked.
"If there's a wet spot, you're sleeping in it."
"Mean."
"You'll just end up back in my bed anyway."
Conor didn't have any retort for that, mostly because Alex started flicking his nipples, amusing himself by making Conor squirm and gasp.
"They're not fucking switches to flick on and off." Conor gasped after a minute.
No. They just turned Conor on and then more on, no off at all.
"Come on, man," Conor whined.
"You're no fun."
Alex chuckled at Conor's glare but did move on, leaning down to kiss and lick where he'd just been flicking. He'd been getting bored with that anyway. Eventually, once Conor was practically pushing his head, Alex shifted down, nipping at the pudge around Conor's stomach - earning himself a hiss and a bat to the shoulder. He knew Conor hated it, but Alex thought it was cute and really, it wasn't like Conor didn't work out. He was strong, sturdy, and fit. A little extra in the belly didn't detract from that.
Conor sucked in a breath when Alex nosed at his cock. "You going to…?"
Alex was going to. He didn't often, not with Conor, usually more interested in getting himself off. But he had plenty of time to waste. And maybe Conor would sleep better after two orgasms.
See, Alex could be altruistic.
With that thought, Alex licked from base to tip, watching Conor's blue eyes widen, his lips parting on a gasp. He licked again, and again, holding Conor's gaze until the man let his head fall back with a moan. Chuckling, he wrapped his lips around the head of Conor's cock and started working his way down the length, taking more and more, holding it steady with one hand.
"Alex. Fuck. You're killing me."
Alex pulled off. "Should I stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare," Conor growled, glaring down at him.
Alex chuckled and went back to it. But not very fast. And not very deep. He wanted to draw it out, take some time, hear Conor whine, which he was doing a lot of.
Was Alex a bit of a sadist? Probably.
Which was why he backed off, spreading Conor's thighs to nip at them. Should he leave marks here? If Conor's inner thighs were on display, the show would be exceeding its network rating, so yes, he should. Alex sucked a mark on one thigh, very high, grinning against Conor's skin when his breath hitched. A matching one went on the other side and Alex sat up for a moment to admire his art.
"Pretty."
Conor whined, rocking his hips, clearly signaling where he wanted Alex to be. Which made Alex want to not do it. He did it anyway. Sadist he might be, but leaving Conor hanging would be cruel and Alex was not that.
Usually.
He just didn't want to annoy Conor into not letting him do this in the future.
So it was back to Conor's cock, licking and then sucking, coaxing moan after moan out of his friend. Finally, Conor was trembling beneath him, making an almost continuous whining sound, fingers clenched in the bedding and Alex decided to put him out of his misery, taking all of his cock.
"Alex!" Conor gasped loudly.
Too loudly. They didn't need the whole hotel to know what they were up to.
"Shhh." Alex hissed.
Conor grimaced, feeling around for a pillow and pressing it to his face. Alex chuckled and kept going, the tip of Conor's cock sliding down his throat. He worked it in and out, while Conor's moans grew frantic, hips thrusting. A muffled shout and he came. Alex ripped the pillow away to kiss Conor, sharing the come he'd kept in his mouth. He licked at the corner of Conor's lips as he pulled away, catching a few drops that had spilled free, sitting up and gazing down at his friend.
"Errrghh," Conor said eloquently, flushed down to his chest, still breathing hard.
Alex smirked, sitting back on his heels, between Conor's legs and stroking himself leisurely to take the edge off a bit.
"Want me to do you back?" Conor asked, motioning toward Alex's moving hand and licking his lips.
"Want to fuck you," Alex growled.
"Like I'm going to stop you." Conor laughed.
What just might stop him was a lack of lube. Which was in his backpack, across the room. Yes, he'd packed it. While he hadn't been planning on fucking Conor, you never knew when you'd need it.
Alex sighed. "Don't move."
He ignored Conor's questioning look and got off the bed, making the trek and returning, holding the bottle triumphantly.
"Oh, you should have said." Conor pointed at his backpack next to the bed. "Mine's right there."
Alex grumbled under his breath, not bothering to answer beyond nudging Conor's leg until he spread and lifted them. Conor could have mentioned that earlier. Then again, they might yet need Conor's lube if they were sequestered like this at future stops. Trips to the store might be a little difficult to come by. He made quick work of prepping Conor. He liked a little burn, and anyway, torturing him was all fun and games until Alex was starting to feel tortured himself. His cock ached, red and hard. He needed to be inside someone and he needed it now.
"Ready?" Alex grunted, already lining himself up.
At Conor's nod, he shoved in, groaning as the tight warmth engulfed his cock. "Fuck, baby."
"Uh-huh." Conor gasped.
Alex bent to kiss him, thrusting slowly, muffling his low moans. He kind of forgot - more didn't think about it once it was done - about how good Conor felt, how much Alex did actually like fucking him, liked his noises. James had always complained about that when they were all living together. More that they hadn't invited him to join them than complaints about the volume, unless it was late and James had to be up early.
Come to think of it, Alex might want to keep that pillow handy to muffle those noises.
On the other hand...
Alex pulled out.
"Hey! What the hell? I was enjoying that." Conor glared up at him.
"Get up. I want you to ride me."
Conor blinked stupidly at him for a moment and then moved. "Why?"
"So it's easier to kiss you and keep you from yelling the hotel down."
"I don't...." Conor started hotly. Alex stared at him. "Okay, yeah. Fair."
Alex chuckled as he sat with his back against the headboard. Conor immediately crawled onto his lap and eased himself back down onto Alex's cock.
"You just want me to do the work," he grumbled.
"And who did all the work to make you come not long ago?" Alex shot back, settling his hands on Conor's hips. "Don't bother answering that. Just ride."
Conor huffed right into Alex's face but did as he was told, rocking slowly but soon picking up speed. Alex watched those pretty blue eyes - they were pretty, shut up, Conor - half closed, pupils wide with lust until Conor was riding him hard.
"Alex." Conor panted, "Better kiss me now so I'm quiet."
Alex laughed softly and raised a hand, cupping the back of Conor's neck and pulling him closer, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He took all of Conor's noises, the whimpers and moans and mewls, thrusting up as Conor ground down. He even added his own groans to the mix, sliding his free hand down to cup Conor's ass cheek, fingers digging in. Conor's hands tightened on Alex's shoulders. He slammed down onto Alex's thighs. Alex held Conor's head tighter, muffling Conor's moan with his mouth even as he came himself. Conor slumped against him, panting into his shoulder and Alex let his head fall back against the headboard, just as out of breath.
Sometime later, Conor raised his head, eyes now sleepy. "Shower? I wash you and you wash me?"
"Sounds good."
A shower, nap, and dinner and a blowjob - Conor repaying the favor as his dessert - later, Alex lay in bed, Conor curled up against him, already softly snoring. Maybe this whole being sequestered thing wouldn't be as bad as he thought.