Pillars Of Creation

Alex compares SecUnit to Eric Northman!

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Oh. My. God. Becky! Do you see the do on that may-snake?

Justin Timbersnake

He is well hung - and apparently hungover! I was sure he’d been roofied in this one!

The Well Hungover

An Alex fic - NC-17

Alex had slept like the dead.  Only now he sensed the broad daylight and heard a jack hammer deconstructing something close by.  Where was he?  His groggy brain was opaque with fundamental wonderings best illuminated by opening his light-sensitive baby blues.  He cracked his eyelids and waited for the scene to unblur.  He knew his condition could make nothing clear.  Oh, oh a hotel room like any hotel room.  In some cerebral crevice he reasoned that he was on the press junket for his latest movie.  He calmly realized there was no construction noise only the pounding inside his skull. 

I wish I were home, either home, any home, with my Jamesy.  She would fix me.  Alex silently pined for his beloved, all the while knowing he was alone and must comfort himself.  He was forlorn lying on his right side under the blanket.  He thought he might shed a tear or two for his unloved circumstance, if he had any moisture to spare.  He licked his dry lips and moved his tongue around his cottonmouth.  As he lifted his left hand to his face to rub his already red eyes, he noticed there was something in his bed he had been resting his arm upon.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.  He peered closely without moving.  The being was covered with the blanket and also lying on its right side.  Only a bare shoulder was exposed leading up to a head that was mostly covered by a pillow.  Alex stared at the shoulder.  It was graceful in its repose and smooth, soft looking.  Fuck.  He was not in bed with a man, goddamnit.  He stealthily checked his cock for prior partying, i.e. that bit of dried cum that attached his limp dick to his thigh.  His cock was a bit crusty.

Fuck me.  What have I done?  He cast his thoughts back, trying to remember such regrettable circumstances that led him to bedding – who?  It would have to have been whatshername, one of the co-stars on the movie.  She had been flirting and being touchy-feely with him since the press junket began.  Honestly, he barely remembered her from filming and spent too much effort discouraging her now – no, literally keeping her off him, without being mean and blunt about it.  He had complained to his Jamesy about it in his nightly phone calls.  She had vocally caressed him through a hard come and reminded him that he was a courteous gentleman who couldn’t help being so fuckin’ hot and was her Swede-ee-pie forever more.  He could almost hear Jamesy’s sweet southern drawl saying it.  And so now he’d been overserved and fucked the bitch?  Sweet Jeezus Jamesy, I didn’t want to, I didn’t mean it, oh fuck I’m so sorry.  He wished his cock had just refused to stand up.

Alex was so contrite and upset with himself, he felt nauseous.  That sleeping cunt be damned, he leapt and ran for the toilet.  Surely she would have the good sense to dress and go back to her own room.  He managed to hold things down and stuck his head in the sink, dousing his hair with cool water from that tall, wiggly, chic-ass, European faucet.  He drenched his face and drank gulps of water.  He did not doubt that Jamesy would forgive him this lapse.  There were degrees of fun sex that were so meaningless as to be immediately forgettable and so forgivable.  Jamesy trusted him to love only her and bring all his emotions home to her, except those that were Remy’s.  He loved Jamesy deeply and did not give anything to his tricks other than a reciprocal orgasm if he were feeling generous.  That’s why he played with men on the occasion he played at all.  He didn’t remember what really happened in his bed last night, but he knew from his soul he would not have cared one whit, one iota about that bitch’s orgasm or lack thereof.  Fuck her if she can’t take a joke.  And goddamnit, apparently he did.

He was feeling better.  He turned off the water and went to perch on the toilet to see what he could purge.  He was dehydrated, but not really so hung.  His headache had subdued itself to little more than a throb here and there.  He was not going to vomit.  He peed leisurely and grinned to himself about the joke of Jamesy’s desire and inability to hold it for him.  He got up and readied the shower.  He would bygod scrub every bit of her off him.  And he would talk to the director to keep her off him hereafter.  And he wouldn’t mention it to her ever – if she did, he would tell her it was regrettable.  Certainly they were not a thang.  Alex smiled.  He would make it as right as he could.  He had so disappointed himself, and he didn’t remember consuming such overservice.

The shower was hot and healing.  He soaped over and over, rinsing her away, never to be relived.  He took great mouthfuls of hot water and gargled and spat and drank the cleansing water to disabuse himself of any lingering kisses.  He knew if he had fucked her, he had certainly kissed her.  He liked kissing.  He thought about kissing Jamesy, and how sometimes he felt he had absorbed all of her that she lovingly gave him.  Ah, he could be a silly romantic.  He chuckled. 

He would call Jamesy as soon as he was himself, with no vestige left of her, and love Jamesy as best he could over the miles.  He began to hum like he did when he was happy and couldn’t shout about it.

Alex was feeling like himself when he heard the bathroom door open.  Oh fuck no, he would not play a love scene with that cunt flinging herself at him.  He turned off the shower and reached for a towel.  He spoke through the steam, “I’m sorry about last night [sorry I had no resolve to not do it].  I have no feelings for you [except disgust for myself].  Whatever happened is the past [and there it will stay].  Please just go [away, far away].  We will act professionally moving forward [and don’t fucking touch me again].”

The woman didn’t move.  Alex couldn’t see her through the lavish steam of his personal spa.  Then he heard, “Where is it you want me to go, Alex?  I have to pee.”

Oh my fucking god, it was Jamesy’s voice!  What?  How?  When?  Alex flung off the towel and ran to where she must have been, hidden in steam.  He did have a tear or two of amazement.  He grabbed her up and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her some more.  Jamesy sighed, “I love you, sweet man, but I do have to pee.”

Alex knew she was real then.  He carried her to the toilet, put her feet again on the floor, and bade her sit and expel.  He towel-dried his hair and tried to explain where his head had been that morning.  They decided between them that his beautiful head had been up his just as beautiful ass.

Alex sat on the vanity chair with his head in his hands, unable to speak, grateful to the Fates for delivering him from a sickeningly odious decision made in the heat of stupidity.  Jamesy got into the shower and began to narrate last evening:

“My Swede-ee-pie, you had sounded so down in the dumps when last we spoke, I thought I’d surprise you with a visit for these last few day of press questions and able Alex answering all sweetly.  I got your people to let it be a surprise.  I went from plane to hotel to find you alone at the bar, morose and tired.  Baby, you looked so tired and forlorn with those couple of tables of movie people laughing it up.  I watched a minute – long enough for me to see the actress of bitch-and-moan get up and stroll over to you, put her hand on your arm and speak in your ear.  You gave her a little fake smile and an ‘I told you no, just no’ said sweetly.  You shook your head a little as if to clear unpleasant thoughts and went back to nursing your beer.  I sat at a table next to your pretty admirer and asked her if she’d had any luck with the hot man at the bar.  She looked me over and saw that I was not in either the movie or the escort ‘bidness’.  She laughed a little and said she had not even though she had had the hots for Alex Skarsgård ever since they had worked on the movie.  She further needed a fool, i.e. me, to give it a try and be rebuffed royally so she could feel better about herself, I reckon.”

Alex was gazing at the shower when Jamesy looked around the glass block at him and turned off the water.  Alex got up with a soft towel to run softly over his beloved.  He kissed her hair and ushered her to sit with him on the bed.  Alex was feeling more like himself and kept his arm around her.  “It’s beginning to come back to me.  Tell me more, darlin’.”

“So I waltzed over to you and put my hand exactly where her hand had been.  You started to utter a more adamant negative (I imagined), and I said, ‘Don’t tell me I’ve travelled all this way for you to tell me you’re not in the mood, Swede-ee-pie.’  Sweet man, you went from night to day.  You grinned at me.  You hugged me close and maneuvered me between your legs.  And you bent to kiss me, not too much but more of an intimate peck.”

Alex nodded, “And you purred for me.  I don’t know what you said, but it was only mine.  I love you.”

Jamesy cuddled into her naked man and went on, “The pretty bane of your press tour came rushing over all in a dither.  ‘Alex, what in the world does she have that I don’t have?’  She whined at you and I know how much you hate that even with your dick in a mouth.  And you said simply, ‘Me.  She’s got me.  Everybody, this is my wife, Fischer.  She has surprised me.  Please excuse us.’  I hope she closed her mouth eventually.  And remember, you had us almost ‘nekked’ kissing me in the elevator.  You got my tits out!  We would have been fucking if your room was on the top floor!”

Jamesy giggled and Alex kissed her deeply, “Was I kissing you like this, fuckbunny?”  Alex asked and gave Jamesy no breath to answer.

Last night they had melded perfectly with obdurate orgasms that left them both breathless.  Alex mumbled that he hadn’t been sleeping and was tired to the bone on his way to the bathroom.  Jamesy went with him and held him up a little to aid his aim, then she peed.  They fell into bed, both nearly asleep.  Alex had slept hard and snored and dreamt of being chased or worse.  Jamesy left him alone and slept fitfully on her side of the bed until their gyrations left them close enough for Alex to turn toward her and fling his arm over her.

“I wasn’t so drunk, I was miserable,” Alex lamented.

Jamesy pushed her prize to lie down on the bed and proceeded to take him in hand.  “I’ve missed my cock,” she murmured, going down on him until he yelped that it was so good. 

She paused, “This is my cock, is it not?”  Jamesy used a scolding tone.  Alex whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.”

“No one shall ride my cock, is that not true?”  She scolded curtly like the sting of a lash.  “No one, no one, never,” Alex bleated as docile as a sheep.

Jamesy, with thumb and index finger, flicked the head of Alex’s hard, drooling cock, making him yelp and cry her name.  “Please, please, may I pleasure you, my Liege,” Alex sniveled and moaned her name reverently.  He started to touch her and she swatted his big Viking paw away.

“Keep still!”  She ordered her vassal who lay under her as she straddled him and took his leaking hardon into her heat.  Alex wanted to thrust within her; she flicked his erect nipples in turn.  Alex crossed his arms and put his hands over his stinging nips, moaning, “Please fuck me.  Please fuck me.”

Jamesy wove her calves under his legs and scooched her feet up to pressure Alex’s taint under his balls. She grasped his crossed arms and began to slide up and down his thick rod, lingering where she liked, moving her hips round and round, clinching her abdominal muscles and Kegeling his cock repeatedly.  Alex was moaning, begging to come, “I need to come!  Let me come!  I’m going to come!  I am!  Damnit.  Jamesy!” 

Jamesy leapt off his steel and flounced down on the bed, “Me first, you gorgeous fuck.  Fuck me hard with my cock!”  In a thrice, Alex was between her knees thrusting hard enough to make her pussy cry.  Now he touched all her spots consistently.  It was her cock, after all, and familiar with its feudal duties.  Then Alex slowed and made each thrust thorough and clit-grinding.  He smoothed her hair from her face.  He whispered, “My Jamesy,” as he kissed her gently, probing her psyche with his nuanced tongue in his kiss that found in her what made her heart beat so for only him.  He felt the first tremor and sped up his thrusts to gain his own apex.  They loved each other well, crooning to each other through the throes of their synchronous climaxes.

As they lay entwined, Jamesy declared, “Jeezus, I have such a nice cock.”

Alex agreed, “Your cock does good tricks …”

Jamesy interrupted, “No tricks, you hear me, Swede-ee-pie, no tricks – or I won’t let you come next time, my good man – well, serf really, but you do work hard, so hard just like I like it.”  Jamesy giggled.

Alex giggled too, “We’ll have to play that again sometime, my Queen.  I love you, fuckbunny.  It’s only you in my bed with your cock.”  Alex knew he dodged a bullet.

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