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Until We're Even, or Romantically

Full Title: Until we're even, or romantically bored

Part 4 of Only In Dreams

"You're in a nasty hole, Greg. I've been there, stuck in depression, and if you'll let me, I'd like to help you get out."

Greg stared at him, mutely.

"Right. Let's get you cleaned up. You deserve better than this."

It wasn't too difficult to gently cajole Greg into brushing his teeth. Alex was willing to bet it was a case of it taking minimal effort to fix a major embarrassment.

"Alright, and now let's get a shower in."

Greg stood, staring into his mirror, but seemed like an empty puppet. Certainly not a person ready for the proposed undertaking.

Two pieces of Alex warred within him. He knew what he needed to do next, but he needed to know, all the way down, that his reasons were pure. Because if they weren't, and he went forward with this, he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror ever again.

"Greg, can I.... can I help you? Get set up for a shower? Please, just shake your head, and I'll step right out. Immediately. But Greg... I know where you are right now. Inside. And I just... I can't bear you spending another second there. Please. Please let me help you."Until We

Greg slowly looked down at Alex. For a moment, his eyes were still the blank gaze of an automaton. Then, his expression cracked, all of his facial muscles tightened, and the pain was clear again. He closed his eyes and nodded.

Alex took a deep breath, and helped undress Greg. He felt guilty doing it after so many scenes in his mind of this happening under very different circumstances. He kept his eyes averted from Greg's cock. No matter how deep his curiosity - and borderline need - he knew that was the ugly line between doing this for the right reasons and being the lowest of the low.

Alex began running the tap in the tub, feeling out the right temperature. Greg slumped in... and sat down.

"Yes, okay, bath and not shower," Alex said lightly. "How's this for the temperature?"

Greg nodded.

Alex stopped up the drain and took in the tools around him. There was a detachable sprayer, which would make his work here easier. And then the usual cleansers. Alex took the sprayer down from its hook. "Alright, let's get this figured out...."

Soon, he was running warm water down Greg's body. He knew that sensation alone would be such an important start to this process, and kept running the sprayer round and round almost hypnotically.

Alex's eyes did wander, some. He longed for his hands to replace the water... He tried to give himself grace.

"I hope you're starting to at least feel a little better, Greg. Hopefully you can feel the mess of the last couple of days washing away - physical and mental."

After a moment, Greg nodded slightly, his eyes filling again with tears.

"Is it okay if I apply shampoo? And some conditioner after? It's okay to say 'no.'"

Greg nodded again, and Alex reached for his shampoo. As he lathered, he breathed in its slightly spicy smell.

Greg didn't have long hair, but Alex found himself lingering over it anyway. He felt a little guilty about that, the two sides of him warring again. There was the honest reason that a scalp massage, with serious attention to deep thumb-work, was absolutely the right idea in the situation, and the very dishonest reason...

"Feels nice," he finally heard Greg say softly, almost a whisper.

Alex's heart seized up in his chest. He took a deep breath and said "I'm really, really glad to hear that, Greg," then continued working the shampoo. Alex repeated the entire over-long process with the conditioner.

"Do you want to wash your face, or shall I?" Alex asked. "There's no wrong answer."

"It's... soothing when you do it, if that's okay," Greg said. "I.... I think the food and water might be helping."

Alex closed his eyes to contain the relief and joy that admission kindled within him.

Greg used a clear amber bar soap for his face. Alex lathered his hands again and...

As he brought his hands up to Greg's cheeks, sparks seemed to jump from one man to the other. Alex's eyes closed of their own volition, and he savored the feeling of working the soap into Greg's cheeks. He then worked the soap onto Greg's broad forehead, his chin, behind his ears. He tried to avoid getting too lost in it, tried not to read too much into Greg's slight mood shift...

When he opened his eyes, he jumped slightly. Greg was staring at Alex's face with an unreadable expression -

Not unreadable, part of Alex's mind whispered to itself.

- that left Alex a bit dizzy. Alex quickly broke eye contact to hold the detachable sprayer in a shower-like position. "You, err, should probably take the charge on rinsing that off" he laughed faintly.

Greg smiled - he actually smiled - and leaned forward into the spray. The water washed off so much more than the soap. The Greg that came out was lighter, gentler.

"Hmm. Well... now we come to the crux, don't we, Alex? How far do we take this?"

Hadn't that always been the question?

Alex felt like he was balanced precariously on the tip of a mountain. Which way would he come down? There's no coming back from here, either way.

Alex took a slow breath. "I... would love to carry on with my task here, with your permission. I'm only part way done, after all. Not how I tend to do things. But if you'd rather I stepped out, you need only ask."

Greg raised an eyebrow, only slightly. He stood up, rehooked the detachable sprayer, and switched on the main shower head. He reached for his shower gel and a hand brush. Handing them to Alex, he smirked a little as he instructed, "Yes, partway won't do at all. Finish the job, Alex."

Alex felt so light he might float away as he applied the shower gel - also scented gently with spice - to the hand brush. He brought the brush up to eye-level to begin thoroughly scrubbing Greg's shoulders. Greg winked - actually winked - before he turned around so that Alex could scrub his back.

As Alex scrubbed lower, he felt an embarrassed smile creep onto his lips. After convincing his friend to strip and get into the shower, now he felt prudish? How ridiculous could he get-

"Horne, you're leaving something out back there. Finish the job."

"Are- Are you sure, Greg? Just trying to protect your modesty, and all that."

Greg's barked-out laugh actually shook the space, and hurt Alex's ears. It was Real Greg. It was wonderful. "We are well past protecting my modesty, friend. Finish. the job."

Alex was too embarrassed to linger, but made sure to give each cheek its due.

Greg turned around with a shocked expression. "Little Alex Horne! Giving my arse a proper scrubbing!"

Alex found himself falling into his persona. "It's only right for the Taskmaster's Assistant, I should think."

Greg's expression melted, he bent over, and their lips finally came together.

It was a kiss that was chaste by any basic definition, perfectly still. And yet... the most emotionally intense imaginable. In that stillness Alex willed through all of his love, admiration, and care for Greg. And Greg willed his right back.

Then Alex reached up with both hands, again cupping both sides of Greg's face, thumbs running softly through his stubble, and the kiss grew much deeper.

After a moment, he pulled away for air. Greg stared at him with something approaching awe.

"Did you ever notice," Greg asked, "how you smile after one of our goofy public kisses? I love that look. I could bottle that up and take it out on one of these dark days, and be right as rain."

Alex felt wobbly all over. Defensively side-stepping the compliment, he confessed, "Breaking that kiss Thursday was one of the hardest things I've done in a long time."

"Is that so?" Greg purred. "Let's do something about that. But first, Horne, you have. a job. to do." He handed Alex the shower gel and brush again.

Alex accepted them with a trembling grin as he thought through the next few steps ahead of him...

He lathered up the brush again. He felt his smile grow almost uncomfortable as he turned to his work. He'd been ignoring sensations in his own body to this point. That was becoming rather difficult...

Alex was thorough with Greg's chest, and then his belly - small, sudsy circles lovingly covering every inch. He smiled, and planted a kiss on Greg's sternum after.

Greg looked down at him, and his eyes began to smoulder. His grin, predatory.

Alex bowed his head, and gently lowered himself to his knees. It was awkward, him outside of the tub, Greg staring down from within, but it also didn't matter. The opportunity was all that mattered.

Here, at last, he took in Greg's most private of places. And it was framed beautifully. His cock was at half mast; soap suds were sliding down from above, tracing over each revealed vein, curling lovingly over the slightly-sheathed head, before slipping past his balls and making a lovely show of his legs.

Alex sat up on his knees, taking in this moving painting, breathless. Then he looked up. And up, and up.

Greg looked down at him, towering in a commanding way that grabbed Alex by his own cock and squeezed. Alex felt an almost high-pitched hum leave his lips. At this, Greg's eyes glowed brighter.

"Like what you see there, Alex?"

"Yes, Gr-"

"Hush. You don't need to speak a word. I can see your erection from up here."

A soft whine escaped Alex as he brought his eyes back to Greg's three-quarter-mast erection. His hands on the side of the tub, he leaned his head in, almost in a daze.

Greg took a step back. "Ahh, bup bup bup bup! You've not earned that yet, Horne. You've not finished your job!"

Alex nodded, rapid and wobbly. He picked up the brush and gel again, then brought the brush in to scrub the magnificent legs before him. Greg did the favor of stepping back into reach, but it was still incredibly awkward to be kneeling from the outside, around the lip of the tub, to scrub Greg's legs. His knees and back ached in different ways. Some of the shower spray was now hitting his head and shirt unevenly. And it was magnificent.

The mixture of discomforts and eagerness tempted Alex towards spending less time on this part of Greg's cleaning. But his sense of pride outweighed all. Pride and the teeniest fear his opportunity might disappear in a blink. What if this, too, was all a dream?

So he savored every inch of Greg's legs just as much as he had savored his back. And perhaps more than he'd allowed himself to savor his arse.

Greg's feet were absolute peak misery to get to, but that just made the event the perfect finale. Bent fully over the lip of the tub, soap and water streaming down the top of his shirted back and around his head, Alex now had to position himself carefully in order to breathe around gaps in the running water. He carefully scrubbed the tops of each one, then risked running his hands along them.

He startled when Greg lifted one up to rest on the side of the tub. Alex backed out of the tub quickly and looked up, past Greg's erection.

Greg still sported The Grin. "I suppose I could've brought them out sooner, but what's the fun in that?" he shrugged.

Alex smiled. "Your feet are beautiful. So solid, shapely."

Greg's tough façade cracked for a moment. "Big, fat, ungainly," he dismissed forcefully.

But Alex's voice was forceful in return. "No, that's not what I said. I said they are beautiful - solid and shapely," and without taking in Greg's response grabbed his brush and paid action to his words. He scrubbed gentle circles on the first, indicated that they were to be switched out, and repeated the process.

He jumped, slightly, at the sound of the water being shut off. The silence after so much running water was loud.

Alex looked up again, and basked in Greg's warm smile like a cat in the perfect sunbeam.

He looked again at Greg's cock, and was immediately interrupted. "Bup bup bup! I'm still not dry, and if I'm going to let you suck me off, I'll damn well get it from the comfort of my own bed!"

Alex nodded quickly, and pulled his aching body upright again. He grabbed the towel from the rack and began giving Greg's body another round of loving care - until Greg snatched the towel away from him.

"Good grief, Alex. We'll be here all day," and Greg rapidly ran the towel over his body. He finished the job with a sly smile, snapping the towel onto Alex's hip, the latter immediately jumping.

Greg leaned forward and kissed Alex deeply. "I had no idea my own shower was some fucking faerie fountain or something, but I certainly feel 'magically restored.' Now, get in there!" and before Alex could catch what he was up to, Greg had stepped back and snapped his hip with the towel again, this time eliciting a whimper from Alex that charmed another grin out of Greg.

"Get! Go!" Greg snapped again, and this time Alex got his thoughts together fast enough to dance out of range of the towel.

They nearly raced each other to the bed - Alex wasn't sure, but he might have heard Greg giggling - and Greg immediately rolled onto his side, beckoning Alex into his arms. When Alex shook his head, Greg's eyebrow took off almost into his hairline.

"I don't give out fake compliments," Alex said firmly, his voice tinged with hurt. "Ever. I don't have time for being fake. I've never seen any part of you as 'big, fat, ungainly.' I've only seen a beautiful You. Your face is so handsome it leaves me absolutely breathless. But let's start with the feet you rebuffed me on."

His knees protested another round of service, but he didn't care. Alex knelt at the foot of Greg's bed. One foot at a time received a careful massage, thumbs deeply working the soft tissues on the underside with small circles, and then all fingers pulling up the length of both sides.

At first, Greg tensed at this, and almost seemed on the brink of pulling his foot away. But after a moment he unwound slightly... And then even relaxed.

After both feet were massaged, Alex planted a kiss on the ball of each one.

He looked up over the edge of the bed to give Greg a warm smile. Greg's return smile was accompanied by watery eyes.

Alex pulled himself up into Greg's bed at last. He side-eyed Greg's erection - slightly softened but definitely not gone - and in a tone that managed to be impishly meek asked, "Have I earned it, Greg?"

Greg appeared to have been knocked off center a bit by the tenderness of the massage, but also seemed to pull himself together quickly to maintain his amused dominance. "I'm going to need you to spell out exactly what you're asking, sweet prince."

Alex blushed hard at both the pet name and the order. He took a deep breath, and his words spilled out like they were rolling off a cliff face. "Greg, may I... please... Suck you off? Take you into my mouth, taste you, please you?"

"Alex, you've done so much already...." was his gentle response. "Are you sure?"

"Oh please," Alex gasped. "Please."

Alex settled himself between Greg's legs, and despite the protests of his knees and back, bowed down to take the tip of Greg's cock into his mouth. He savored the taste, he savored the act, and he especially savored the soft moans that Greg occasionally rumbled in his throat.

He first worked the tip with lips and tongue with a care that caused Greg to shiver. Then he bowed the rest of the way down, pushing his tongue against the root of Greg's shaft and licked upward firmly.

Next he placed wet licks all over, so that everything was ready for him to get to the real work of sucking Greg in deeply...

When he could feel that Greg was close, Alex ran his hands up the great man's sides and held him. He heard Greg's stifled moan, tasted him coming down Alex's throat, and felt the beautiful tension running up through his torso.

Alex rested his head beside Greg's softening cock and basked in his own sort of afterglow.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm not quite done with you yet." and Greg's hands reached down and pulled Alex up alongside him.

"You've had your fun all over my body. My turn now!" and he kissed Alex fiercely, his tongue shoving in to dance with Alex's. Then Greg kissed Alex's jaw, his forehead, and placed a tender kiss on each eye.

He hummed deeply while kissing the edges of Alex's ears, eliciting a deep shiver. "Oh, you like that, do you?" he lilted, and proceeded to place growling kisses around Alex's ears and down his neck.

Alex's erection was impossible for him to ignore under this incredible sensory assault. He moaned and rocked his hips against his pants and trousers compulsively, toes digging into the mattress. Greg noticed the motion, and sat up.

"This needs to go, baby boy!" and he was pulling Alex's wet shirt off.

"Oh goodness, look at these ridiculous things!" off popped one sock at a time. Greg did pause long enough to press a kiss to the top of each foot.

"And we are Very Done with these," he declared, attacking Alex's flies, and yanking his trousers away, tossing them aside carelessly.

Then Greg took a moment to take in the sight before him. "Oh Alex," he purred. "I've only started on this beautiful feast." He started to lean forward, intending to plant growling kisses along Alex's chest - until he really noticed Alex's state.

Alex, who had spent so much time pouring his love and care and concern into Greg, was now in a state of wild need himself. He whimpered, still rocking his hips helplessly to get friction from his pants. His hands were slowly creeping downward, clearly embarrassed by his lowered control, but also at his limit. Greg almost felt himself getting hard again at the sight of it, no small miracle.

"Oh, my beautiful boy. You're worked into quite the state, aren't you? It might be time to pick up the pace."

Greg bent over next to Alex's pants, and breathed in. Alex was panting before Greg even touched him, when Greg nuzzled the middle of his straining shaft, he cried out and started reaching downward.

"Absolutely not!" Greg barked out, and Alex's hands froze. "Over your head," he then commanded, and Alex immediately obeyed.

Greg turned back to Alex's captive cock with a dark smile, and began to mouth the tip through the fabric...

"Greg!" Alex shouted.

"Okay, okay," Greg laughed, and slipped off Alex's pants, throwing them aside as well.

Greg's body didn't want to be bent over for long... But he had a feeling he wasn't going to need to be there for long, either.

Greg kissed the tip of Alex's beautiful cock, then quickly latched on and swirled his tongue. Opening his eyes and looking up, he saw Alex fighting himself, panic in his eyes and fingers dug into the mattress. Greg purred into his mouthful, and Alex's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the vibration.

Greg's body couldn't take the position anymore, but he had a plan B he was quite happy with. He spat on one hand as he slid up beside Alex. The other hand reached under Alex's arm and behind his head, pulling him in for a kiss. The first one reached down and engulfed Alex's cock. Alex mewled into Greg's mouth as he began stroking.

Greg swung one leg around both of Alex's, and now had most of his body connected to him, a tender tangle. When he felt Alex's tension coming to a peak, he pulled away from his kiss just long enough to murmur roughly, "Come for me, my love."

Alex would've climaxed at that moment regardless - it was all he could do not to orgasm so much earlier - but Greg's words, calling Alex his love... He silently screamed into Greg's mouth.

Alex collapsed his head into Greg's chest, panting and shuddering slightly, but eventually growing still. Greg cuddled that head for a long time and thought. Some of it was on opportunities lost. Some of it was opportunities to come.

__________

Eventually, they cleaned up and reclothed - or, at least, redonned pants. They enjoyed an easy dinner of reheated spaghetti and breadsticks. This was followed by a long chat in Greg's living room about those opportunities, but also on their lives, and hopes. Things they'd always loved about each other. They started the joyful work of filling in the gaps in their knowledge of each other.

 

It was the most beautiful day in Alex's life.

Later, he dressed in one of Greg's t-shirts for bed. Greg had given him a naughty smile when Alex requested that the shirt come from his dirty laundry.

Every time Alex breathed in, he was surrounded again by Greg, and he grew joyously dizzy.

When at last they returned to the bedroom, Greg laid down with an arm out in a position that suggested he would pull Alex to his chest, but Alex shook his head.

Alex laid down next to Greg, slipped an arm underneath the larger man, and guided Greg around until they were facing each other. He pulled Greg's head into his chest, rested his own head on top of it, and wrapped his arms around him.

Greg tensed up. "I'm.... a big man, Alex. I must look ridiculous, held like a baby. I can't-" and he started to push away.

Alex couldn't help it, he wheezed a half laugh. "Greg, I gave you a bath today-"

"That's not all you did, mate!"

Alex wheezed another half laugh as a dozen memories of Greg's cock, his body, his face, flashed merrily through his mind. "You were in a dark spot. You're struggling your way out. You deserve to be held, and I am going to do the holding."

Greg looked at Alex with something like awe, which soon melted into gratitude, and he curled inward. He cozied his head into Alex's chest, and Alex rested his head on top of Greg's.

For a few minutes, things were still and beautiful. Then Alex whispered around a lump in his throat, "Greg, my heart is so full right now. Thank you for letting me in. I... I love you. Truly."

Greg pulled his head away and looked up at him for a moment. The raw emotions in his eyes could kindle Alex's spark for a lifetime, he knew.

"Thank you for insisting on this whole day, Alex. Thank you for hearing past my bluster, for hearing my heart. I... I love you, too. So much."

Greg curled his head back under Alex's chin, and cozied up to Alex's chest.

Alex slept the warmest, most peaceful sleep he'd had in a very long time. And in the morning, he awoke to warm sun on his face, filtered in through trees just outside of Greg's window. He curled himself up against Greg until he was the fullest spoon. And he breathed in...

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