fredbassett

Title : Chilli and Chilling
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Alex Rider
Rating : 18
Characters : Alex/Tom
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Chilli and chilling. And a shag in the shower.

“Hi honey, I’m home!” Alex yelled as he toed off his trainers, chucked his jacket on a hook, and wandered through to the kitchen, his nose twitching appreciatively.

“Good day?” Tom was busily stirring a huge pot of chilli con carne with one hand and waving a can of beer around in the other.

Alex snagged the can off him and finished the beer in one long swig.

“Oi!”

Alex silenced him with a beery kiss. “You don’t begrudge me a drink after putting up with the day from hell, do you?”

“Probably not. There’s more in the fridge.”

“Thank fuck for that. I’ve had a long afternoon with Jones and Crawley talking about risk assessments.”

“Since when have MI6 ever given a flying fuck about how risky your missions are?”

“They haven’t, but they’ve now got to fill in a form to make it look like they’ve thought about it. Apparently, it was easier when I was under 18 as all they had to do then was pretend I didn’t exist and that everything happened by accident.”

“Mate, you’ve saved the world by accident more than anyone I’ve ever slept with.”

Alex slid his arms around Tom’s waist and nuzzled the back of his neck. “Tom, I hate to tell you this, but I’m the only person you’ve ever slept with.”

Tom elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “I was saving myself for you.”

“You mean you couldn’t get laid.”

“I had plenty of offers!”

“Yeah, mostly from me.” Alex plucked the wooden spoon out of his hand and plonked it down on a saucer then spun Tom around, kissing his way along his boyfriend’s jaw.

Tom tilted his head back, letting Alex work his way around to his mouth. A mouth that tasted pleasantly of beer and chilli. Tom’s hands snaked around Alex’s back and his mouth opened under the kiss. Focussing on snogging Tom senseless, Alex took the hassles of the day and dropped them into the bin at the back of his mind where he’d learnt to dump all the memories he didn’t want to carry around with him.

All that mattered now was the softness of Tom’s lips, the tongue that circled his and the hands that were burrowing underneath his teeshirt to rub teasing circles on Alex’s back.

“How long before dinner’s ready?”

“Fifteen minutes for the rice if you’re starving, or longer if you want a shower first.”

Alex nipped lightly at Tom’s earlobe. “Shower and a shag?”

“You need to work on your chat-up lines, sunshine.”

Alex’s pressed their hips together, feeling his boyfriend’s cock already starting to harden. “Do I?”

Tom grinned. “Maybe not. I was just playing hard to get.” He turned the heat on the cooker right down and made a dash for the stairs with Alex in pursuit.

They tumbled through the door of the bedroom, shedding clothes like a couple of horny teenagers but with far fewer inhibitions. Alex’s days of being self-conscious because of his numerous scars were long gone. Tom had mapped every single one with fingers, lips and tongue, demanding the story behind every mark. At first Alex had been hesitant and Tom hadn’t pressed, but as time went by, he found talking really did help, as long as the person doing the listening didn’t belong to MI6.

Tom wrapped himself around Alex like an excitable octopus slippery with pine shower gel, his hands tracing the hard planes of Alex’s stomach and dipping low to slide slick fingers down Alex’s rapidly hardening cock. Alex bucked into his grasp as Tom’s kisses left him breathless under the teeming water.

The tension of a long afternoon dealing with governmental hypocrisy started to slip away as Tom’s fingers closed around him and started to jerk Alex off with the same single-minded determination he applied to his editing and film-making projects, batting away Alex’s uncoordinated attempts to reciprocate.

Alex gave in with good grace, letting Tom take the lead, enjoying the firm grip with just that faint hint of too much that always took him close to the edge with almost indecent haste. He could already feel his balls tightening and heat coiling low in his guts. Christ, he was acting like a kid who’d never been on the receiving end of a hand-job before …

At the last moment, Tom released his grip and pulled back. “Want to come in my arse, Rider? Or I could just finish jerking you off...”

Alex huffed a breathless laugh. “Fucking hell, give me some warning before you pull a line like that.”

“Well?”

“I won’t last long either way.”

“Your choice, but I warn you, either way, I’m going to shag you senseless in a minute.”

“You’ve definitely been practising the chat up lines. OK, my vote goes to coming in your arse.”

“Good choice, if I may say so.” Tom reached for the tube of lube they kept next to the shower gel.

Alex took a quick look to make sure he’s picked the right tube up. Neither of them liked farting bubbles, plus shower gel stung like hell as they’d both found out the hard way at age 16.

Tom quickly slicked Alex’s cock then turned around to face the white titles, taking his weight on his forearms. Alex pushed the head of his cock against Tom’s tight hole and pressed himself home in one smooth movement, feeling the ring of muscle stretch around him as Tom gasped, tensed for a moment then pushed back.

He was about to slide his hand around to Tom’s cock when his boyfriend murmured, “Keep your hands to yourself, Rider, I’m saving myself for your delectable arse.”

“Delectable?”

“It’s another word for tight. I just thought it sounded more romantic.”

Alex snapped his hips forward. “Mmm, yeah, delectable.”

Tom grunted and pushed back again, clenching his muscles around Alex’s cock.

Alex gasped. “Really delectable, mate. Do that again…”

“Manners,” Tom chided.

“Please turn your arse into a vice again, darling,” Alex simpered, in his best Jilly Cooper novel voice. In his defence, Tom’s mum had kept a stack of the things and hadn’t realised two 13-year-old boys were spending quite so long wanking over the dirty bits. That was before Alex had learnt to get around the parental controls on Tom’s laptop and tablet. After that, they’d found a load of better stuff.

Tom obliged, and with an embarrassing lack of stamina Alex came hard, thrusting through his climax in his boyfriend’s very delectable arse.

Still shuddering from the force of his orgasm, Alex was quickly turned around so he was the one facing the tiles and with warm water cascading over his back and shoulders, he felt Tom’s slick fingers probing his arse.

“Get on with it, Harris,” he murmured.

“What about the foreplay?”

“I’ve just come in your arse, that counts as foreplay.”

“Good point…”

Alex felt the head of Tom’s cock nudge between his arsecheeks then his boyfriend’s hands took hold of his hips and held him firmly in place. The stretch and burn of a barely prepared penetration while his hole was still clenching from his climax drew a gasp of pleasure from him. Tom’s hands prevented him from pushing back and he was forced to hold still as Tom slid inside, inch by delicious inch.

The needy whine that escaped Alex’s lips didn’t go unnoticed and Tom mouthed at the back of his neck, nipping and kissing his way across Alex’s shoulders.

“Very delectable,” Tom said in a voice husky with need. “Christ, you’re fuckable, Rider.”

“Love the sweet talk, babe…” Alex huffed a laugh and did his best to tighten around Tom.

A gasp told him he’d been successful, and then Tom was fucking him in earnest in long, delicious slides angled perfectly to send jolts of pleasure straight through Alex’s cock. Tom was an expert in getting him hard again, even after he’d just come, and Alex looked down to see himself already starting to swell. He loved it when Tom just fucked into him like this, chasing his own pleasure, knowing that Alex could get it up again without needing a helping hand.

Alex pillowed his hand of his forearms and let the sensations flow throw him, a heady mix of pure pleasure and the equally pure spice of slight pain that always set his nerves of fire as he gave up control to Tom, trusting him to know exactly what he wanted and needed.

The water flowing over the joined bodies was starting to wash the lube off Tom’s cock, increasing the friction as well as the ever-rising heat in Alex’s belly. He wanted to come again so bloody much…

His stomach abruptly growled with a different sort of hunger and, laughing, Tom’s arms slid around his waist. “Was that a hint you want your dinner?”

“Want you more!” Alex gasped, shoving backwards now that he was finally allowed to move again.

“Good.” Tom drove into him harder, making good on his promise to shag Alex senseless.

Alex watched as his hard dick pulsed come over the tiles and his arse spasmed around his boyfriend’s cock.

Tom came with a porn video groan, plastered against Alex’s back, hugging him hard and panting against his neck. “Fuck, that never gets old, mate,” he murmured as he slipped out and they turned to each other for a wet, uncoordinated kiss, bodies pressed tightly together.

Ten minutes later, mostly dry, they pulled on comfy pyjama bottoms and settled down in the kitchen waiting for the rice to cook. Dinner was eaten curled up next to each other on the sofa mainlining Iron Man movies (Tom’s choice) and drinking beer (Alex’s).

By the time Alex sprawled out in Tom’s lap, enjoying the feel of his boyfriend’s fingers combing lazily through his hair, all the tensions and frustrations of the day’s bullshit had long gone, replaced by a warm, comfortable lethargy – and copious quantities of beer and chill con carne.