Crown Of Hearts
Chapter 50: Very good thoughts

Chapter 50: Very good thoughts

"Why do I have a feeling that I am being scolded?" Alexander asked as he made Damon straddle him.

"You are." Damon confirmed as his mind played out all the worst case scenarios that could happen if Alexander’s mom walked in on them again.

The very first one was of him being kicked out of the house and banned from seeing Alexander.

Damon knew he was probably exaggerating but he didn’t want to take his chances.

Alexander’s mother was not really on speaking terms with him and he didn’t want to complicate things further.

"Hey, relax. I just want to hold and kiss you. Nothing more for now." Alexander whispered as he placed soft butterfly kisses on Damon’s neck.

Damon sighed in pleasure as he tightened his grip on Alexander’s soft hair, feeling his body relax as he kissed him.

"Okay." Damon agreed in a breathless voice as he pulled Alexander’s head up.

Their eyes met in a passionate gaze as Alexander’s hands tightened around Damon’s hips, holding him steadily.

"Kiss me." Damon whispered seductively as he leaned in, their face mere inches apart.

Within a second, Alexander’s lips met his in a soft exploratory kiss. He kissed him with a patience and skill that was entirely intoxicating and Damon moaned softly as he mimicked his moves.

Their kisses grew hotter and more demanding after a while and Alexander felt his restraint hunging by a thread as his rock hard member strained against his breeches.

This was torture. Sweet torture.

Any second longer and he was going to lose his sanity.

"Damon we have to stop." Alexander forced the words out of his mouth even though he wanted the complete opposite.

"Why?" Damon asked innocently as his dazed eyes met his in an alluring gaze.

Alexander chuckled, his laughter both frustrated and amused.

Damon looked quite dazed and flushed and Alexander wanted nothing more than to pin him to the wall and ravish him.

"Because we are in the same house as Aya and my mother." He explained and Damon froze, his mind returning.

"Oh..." He sounded breathless as the realization hit him.

"We should go down for lunch, it’s almost ready." Alexander said as he reluctantly put Damon down.

After making sure that they looked presentable, they left the room and headed downstairs for lunch.

"Alex...?" Damon’s voice stopped Alexander in his tracks as he stopped walking and turned to look at the man that was walking a step behind him.

"Yes." He replied, giving him his full attention.

"Are you going to tell your mother about our visit to the witch?" He asked and Alexander swallowed.

The idea of telling his mother that he could die while on a quest did not sound very appealing and he wanted to put it off as long as possible.

"Can we keep this between us for a while. I will tell but just not today." Alexander replied and Damon reached for his hand.

"Alex, you know you can tell me anything. You look a little pale." Damon reached for his hand, his eyes brimming with concern.

"I am a little scared of what her reaction could be." He explained and Damon through all caution to the wind and hugged him.

"You’d be crazy if you weren’t." He consoled and Alexander smiled as he wrapped his arms around him.

This was one of the many reasons why he loved Damon. The man was so understanding.

"Thank you." He whispered as he placed a kiss on his silver hair.

"You are welcome. I will be with you if you want." Damon offered with a soft smile.

"No, it’s alright. I think I can handle it." Alexander replied as they pulled away from their hug and continued their journey towards the dinning hall.

By the time they arrived, dinner was already set on the table.

They took their seats with Aya seating between Damon and Alexander.

The dinner table was just as quiet as it had been at breakfast and Damon could hardly eat because of nervousness.

Alexander noticed this and frowned.

"Aya, can we switch seats?" He asked his sister who turned to Nadine for confirmation.

He knew it was improper to switch seats while at dinner but he needed to get Damon to relax and eat something.

Alexander was aware of his mother’s watchful gaze as he stood up from his chair and sat next to Damon who was looking at him like he had grown two heads.

"What are you doing?" Damon mouthed silently and Alexander smiled innocently.

"I am sitting next to you." He whispered as his hand reached for Damon’s beneath the

table.

"If you don’t eat your food, I will be tempted to feed you in front of my family." Alexander warned and Damon swallowed at the realization that he could really feed him.

"I will eat." He replied as the tips of his ears burned.

Alexander’s thumb gently made circular motions on Damon’s wrist, an action that made him more relaxed.

Damon had eaten more than he had expected by the time lunch was done and after helping Alexander with the dishes, they headed out into the woods to his favorite spot.

The view was just as Damon remembered and his cheeks burned as his mind recalled what had happened the last time they had been there.

"Your face is a bit red. Is it a little too warm." Alexander asked Damon as he spread out a blanket under a large tree canopy

"No...I was just... thinking." Damon stuttered and Alexander gazed at his with curious eyes.

"Thinking about." Alexander asked, finding himself with a compelling desire to know what went on in Damon’s mind.

Damon’s cheeks were nearly as red as a ripe tomato as he searched for words.

"You." He whispered and Alexander smiled as he fully turned to face him.

"Good thoughts, I hope." He replied as he stepped closer to him.

"Very good thoughts." Damon smirked as a hot image of Alexander’s chiseled torso flashed through his mind.

Alexander smiled seductively as he closed the distance between them.

"I want to make those thoughts a reality." He breathed beside Damon’s ear, sending a delicious shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Yes, let’s make them a reality." Damon agreed as he pushed Alexander into the carpet and straddled him.