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The alarm woke Alex up earlier than he wished. Slamming his one hand across the snooze button, and rubbing his eyes with the other, slight peaks of daytime reminded him of yet another morning. Instead of getting up, he rolled over to his left side and slowly let his body wake up. It was a tedious process, and he continued to cover his naked torso with the warm blankets until the alarm went off yet again. He lunged out of bed to pull out the lighting plug.
Annoyed at the now blank alarm clock, Alex gazed out of his window to see snow piling onto the ground. Most students went back home for Christmas break, but irritated over the fact his parents wouldn't lend money to travel, he didn't bother to save any, deciding to instead stay on campus. Trying not to let it ruin his mood, Alex threw on a sweater laying on the ground and lightly combed his messy bob with his fingers.
He marked off the calendar near his door, signifying Christmas day, put on his sandals, and headed down to the communal kitchen. Not many people were there, luckily, but a few students roamed around, burning their eggs or moping over the fact they aren't back home. Deciding against making something too complicated, Alex followed suit and made scrambled eggs for himself, trying to prove to the other kids he could at least not burn them to a crisp.
"Surprised you are up this early, Als."
A familiar voice rang through his ears and an immediate smile spread across Alex's face.
"More surprised you aren't pissed, Gra," he retorted back as Graham stood in the doorway. He was still in his pajamas and barely awake himself, Alex noted. The few students cleared out by the time Graham entered, so he took a seat in one of the empty chairs.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm more so planning to do it tonight. Good way to celebrate baby Jesus' birth," he said in a sarcastic tone, tracing the random etchings atop the table.
Turning off the stove and grabbing a plate to place his eggs, Alex replied, "You must've got nothing else planned, might as well."
He sat down across from Graham and dug into his grub as he felt eyes watching him intensely. Looking up from his better-than-ever eggs, Alex made direct eye contact with Graham.
"What's the matter? Want me to make you a cuppa?"
Graham just lightly shook his head. "'ts all good." He tapped his fingernails against the table. "Just wondering if you perhaps would wanna hang about in my room."
Alex stopped mid-chew. Graham was never this upfront about anything. Normally, Alex was the one who would force himself into his mate's dorm and initiate going out.
"Sure you didn't drink a pint this morn'?"
Graham just chuckled. "Meet me there after you're done." And off he left just as soon as he came.
After heading back to his room to change into something more presentable and grab some beer, Alex stood outside Graham's dorm, rather hesitant to knock on the door. It wasn't like him to act this way, but he had a strange feeling in his chest. Shaking his head, ignoring his idiocy, he didn't bother to knock and instead barged right in as Graham was perched over his record player. I Bleed by the Pixies was quietly filling the room. He was changed out of his pajamas and now wore one of his thousands of striped shirts with a simple blue jeans.
Graham looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Had to set some ambience."
"I think you just wanted an excuse to play some Pixies records," Alex responded, placing the beer case on Graham's messy desk. His room seemed to have become even more chaotic than the last time he visited, but he just assumed an art project was due as paint tubes covered the hardwood floor. Graham stood up and took a can Alex was holding out.
"Thanks, mate."
For a bit, they both sat down on the ground in front of Graham's bed, sipping their beer in silence. Alex was the first to break it. "Can't believe we are spending Christmas in such a place." He looked over at the open window and grabbed a cigarette pack and lighter from his jean pocket. Placing the cig butt into his mouth, he lit the lighter after a few tries and offered Graham one. Without hesitation, Graham took the last one out of the pack and tried to use the lighter Alex handed him.
"Shit. Think it's out of fluid." Graham proceeded to look around the mess of his room and search for his own lighter, but Alex grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Come here," Alex said as he joined the end of his cigarette with Graham's, bumming his light. He kept a hold Graham's face in order to keep him still, but he noticed the other's wide eyes staring back at him once again. Once the cigarette was lit, Alex pulled back, but still rested his hand on Graham's cheek. The rough sound coming from the record player should have ruined the moment, but it was rather Graham who nodded in thanks which made Alex drop his hand.
The smell of smoke instantly filled the room as Graham showed Alex his old yearbooks.
"This bloke was hell to deal with," Graham emphasized by aggressively tapping on the picture of his face. He took a swig of his beer and slammed it on the ground as he flipped to the next page.
"Ohhh.. and don't get me started on her. Couldn't take a hint for her life."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "She hit on you?"
Graham sighed in response. "Yeah," he laid back on his arms and put out his cig. "I mean, first thought she was trying to get with me to later shag Damon. But, she was persistent and asked me to the school dance."
Alex laughed from his drag. "Why are you so surprised someone might find you attractive?" He nudged Graham's shoulder. "You're a cute fella."
Graham looked away. His face turned cherry red, and he adjusted his glasses nervously. "Don't know. Everyone was after Damon. Just couldn't imagine anyone going after me, I guess."
Alex pushed back his bob in frustration. He, too, smushed his cigarette onto the tray. "Listen, Gra. There are girls dying to get into your trousers. I always notice those cute, mysterious girls staring at you while we walk to our classes." He places his arm around Graham's shoulders. "Come to realize it soon, okay?"
Alex was close enough to see his own reflection from Graham's glasses. Graham looked up at him with those wide-eyes yet another time.
"I swear, you look at me like that more than you even smile at me," Alex stated as he removed Graham's glasses, distracted over seeing himself. "Don't know if it's a good or bad thing."
The new record Graham had changed in was no longer spinning, leaving the only sounds they could hear being their own breaths and annoying students a couple dorms down having a party.
It wasn't a pleasant taste as Alex captured Graham's lips. He tasted of smoke and alcohol, but his natural scent still radiated off of his body. Alex always loved how Graham smelt. Graham, surprisingly, didn't push him away, and instead grabbed at Alex's jeans, unaware of where to place his hands. Alex had him by the waist, leaning Graham against the side of his bed. The hard framing pressed against Graham's spine, but he didn't make a fuss. Alex grazed his tongue across Graham's teeth and a hand flew to his hair, pushing their mouths impossibly closer.
Both of them continued snogging one another until Graham pulled back to catch his breath. Alex's head rested against Graham's, lightly kissing his cheek. He felt fingers slowly graze his crotch, and Alex chuckled, amazed at Graham's boldness.
"What is it, Gra."
Graham didn't look at him, instead, buried his face in Alex's shoulder. "Wanna.."
Alex tilted his head in question, even though he know Graham couldn't see it. "Wanna... what?"
Graham slowly raised his head and whispered against Alex's neck. "Blow you."
Caressed the other's head in response to his submissiveness, Alex replied with two words. "Go on."
Alex situated himself on the bed, sitting at the edge as Graham palmed at his dick. He leaned back with one hand, and used the other to stroke Graham's hair. Alex's jeans were to his ankles, and his dick was hard in his boxers, but he played it cool, not wanting to worry Graham over his racing heart. Not once had Graham looked up at him, attentive to the cock in front of him. Slowly, he tugged on the boxers to signify Alex to lift his hips, and slid them down to his jeans. With no hesitation, Graham dryly stroked Alex's dick, making the other groan. He spit on the head and swirled his pointer finger around it. Alex threw back his head in return.
"Come on, Gra. Don't be shy."
It was the first time Graham had looked up at Alex since their make-out session. With his glasses off, Alex could see his warm brown eyes even clearer. Without a reply, wet lips made contact with the head, and Alex let out a grunt.
"There you go."
Testing out the waters, Graham let go with a pop, and licked the base Alex's dick up to the tip. He continued to do so until Alex's entire dick was covered in his saliva. Graham looked up at him almost in search for an approval, so Alex nodded. Wrapping his lips around the head again, this time, he had a hold of the base and slowly inched his way down.
"Fuck."
Alex tightened his grip on Graham's hair and a whine came out of him. That encouraged Graham to go faster, upping the teasing pace he started. He tongued at the sensitive parts he noticed Alex flinch at, and even moaned around the dick, sending vibrations.
Alex wasn't much of a talker, quietly giving praises here and there, but much rather preferred to hear Graham's moans as he palmed his own dick. Graham stopped for a second, moaning as he stroked himself in his pants, and proceeded to lick at Alex's balls. Alex began to breathe heavier, noticing how aroused Graham was just from stimulating himself as he blew off his best mate.
Graham fully lifted himself from his knees and tried to fit as much of Alex's dick he could into his mouth, covering up the rest with his unoccupied hand. He was going at a faster pace than ever before, and Alex let go of the grip in his hair to take hold of the bedsheets. Graham frantically jerked himself off as Alex's groans increased. Cum spurted inside his pants as he loudly moaned, followed by Alex cursing whilst cum shot inside Graham's of mouth.
Alex rubbed at Graham's forehead while the other calmed down from his orgasm. He expected Graham to run out of the room or spit out the window, but Graham rested his mouth on Alex's cock as he swallowed the cum in his mouth, and licked the remained off his dick. Lifting Graham from the ground, Alex wrapped his arms around the other's slender waist and kissed him. The taste of his own cum didn't bother him as much as he expected it to.
Once they pulled away, Graham smiled at him. He quietly spoke, "See, I can smile more at you now."