Alexis
Unlike in the movies where one good night banishes the worries of the world from the couple in love, life did not immediately become easier after our first successful public date as a couple.
Julian’s interview and wise words about coming out gave him and the Sharks an enormous amount of solid positive press, which also means he was met with a negative reception from a small portion of people. The looks that I received when simply leaving the apartment building didn’t diminish; in fact, I was almost certain they increased, although I was happy to note that I was met with a lot of smiles and waves. The simple task of accompanying Julian to our favourite cafe was either a cake walk or a daunting exercise that almost kept me at home, but the energy that Julian gave me simply by holding my hand gave me all the strength I needed.
The NFL pre-season was soon about to start, which meant Julian was often at training, various other camps, or doing press to hype the upcoming season for the Sharks. While the players were met with inquiries about their plans for the season, how the Sharks were going to make it to the Superbowl, or how they stayed in top shape during the off season, Julian was often met with questions about his relationship with me or whether his coming out would somehow affect his form on the field. It was ridiculous, and I could see how tired Julian was growing from the personal prying into his life.
After a particularly grueling training session, Julian slowly trudged into the apartment with his bag slung over his shoulder. He saw me and his face lit up with his beautiful smile, but his eyes drooped with his obvious fatigue.
I slid my bookmark into position and snapped my book shut.
“Hello my love,” I greeted him in a sing-song tone.
“Hi baby,” he replied.
“Frank made the best dinner tonight. I wrapped the leftovers and put it in the fridge for you.”
“Thank you baby. I’m too tired to eat, so I’ll probably just shower and go to bed.”
Knowing how much my man loved to eat after a long day of training, it shocked me that he was willing to skip a meal due to his fatigue.
“Is there anything I can do or get for you, Julian?” I stood up from the seat and turned to face him.
“I’m okay, baby,” he offered me a small smile.
He stalked over to me, pressed a kiss on my forehead, and disappeared into our bedroom without another word.
I didn’t consider myself a codependent person by any means, and I knew that time away from a partner was very healthy for the relationship, but my intuition told me that this was definitely a moment where I needed to be there for my man.
Hearing the shower turn on, I followed him into our bedroom, stripped myself of my clothing and lightly pushed the bathroom door open. I peeked my head around the corner and saw my handsome fiance with his back to me, the water pouring down his big, sculpted back. Even though the sight of his naked marble sculpted body usually set my body on fire, especially when water was cascading down the rippled muscles in his body, the weight of simply being there for my exhausted partner kept my heart rate (and my cock) down.
Without a word, I stepped into the shower and wrapped my arms around his waist. My almost silent appearance startled him, but very quickly I felt his body completely relax into mine. He craned his head upwards and closed his eyes as the shower beat down on his face.
“You okay?” I said softly in his ear.
“I’m exhausted, baby,” he replied. “Both physically and mentally.”
I knew that the physical aspect of Julian’s training was tiring, especially for the average human, but Julian’s inhuman fitness meant that he was able to keep up with the demanding requirements. Immediately, I understood that the weight of coming out, and the neverending pressure of the press prying into his life, was what had drained the life out of my fiance.
I grabbed the bottle of shower gel and poured a generous serving into my free hand. I began massaging it into the ridges of his back muscles, liberally spreading the soapy mixture across the planes of his shoulders and down his spine. Julian let out a deep sigh as I moved my hands under his arms and across his chest, gently squeezing his firm pecs and caressing his sculpted abs.
Julian lightly hummed his approval as the soapy water dripped down his body. I squeezed more shower gel into my hands and got into a low squat, washing the mounds of his ass and the mountains of muscle in his thighs and calves.
He turned around to face me and his stiff cock stood tall in front of my face. Usually when he was hard in my presence, my job was to take care of it in any way that I could. Now, my job was just to take care of the entire man attached to the stiff cock.
I lathered the soapy water over the front of his legs, moved up his shins and over his thighs. I made sure that my movements on and around his crotch were strictly for the purposes of cleaning, and then glided my hands across his abs.
When I stood up straight and finished massaging the gel into his pecs, his eyes opened and he looked down at me with a soft smile.
“How did I get so lucky to have you?” he asked.
“Easy,” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. “You walked into a restaurant one night and you took me on as your sober companion.”
Julian
The fatigue of the day caught up to me very quickly, and with Alexis cuddled up to me tightly in bed, I was out like a light.
I figured a month on from my coming out announcement that the hype around my sexuality and relationship with Alexis would die down, but the questions, the poking and the prying continued, and any fantasies I had where that would ease up and I could ride off into the sunset with my fiance were constantly dashed.
When I would go to training, it was always the same song and dance. A strong majority of the team were supportive of Alexis and myself and the coaching team also vocalised their acceptance, but there were a couple of players I caught giving me funny looks or getting changed away from me in the locker rooms as if I was some sort of predator that couldn’t contain myself at the sight of any naked man.
These days were all blending into one long, exhausting journey of trying to get used to this new chapter in my life where everything was turned upside down just because I wasn’t in a relationship with a woman.
I knew I had it a lot easier than the teens who were kicked out of their homes by their close minded parents who chose their own warped views over loving their own flesh and blood, and I tried to keep that in mind whenever I felt the pressure of it like a weight on my shoulders. I couldn’t even imagine what it was like for Estelle when she came out as trans in her late teens at a time where society was a lot less accepting than they are now. I was always grateful that our parents were the kind and loving people they were, and I became a lot more appreciative of it now.
The next few days flew by, but they also felt like the longest days of my life. I tried my best to keep a happy smile on for Alexis whenever I got home, but just like the first night when he washed me in the shower because I was too exhausted to do it myself, he saw right through my facade.
I walked into our apartment and without even taking notice of where Alexis was, collapsed facefirst onto the sofa.
“Julian?” his angelic voice sounded in my ear.
I felt his weight press down on the cushioning next to me, and his hand began gently stroking my shoulder.
“Do you want to talk?” Alexis asked.
“I don’t want to weigh you down with my baggage,” I explained. “Especially when you have your own stuff going on.”
“Your baggage is my baggage,” he said softly.
A grunt was the only response Alexis received.
“Alright, big boy. Come here.”
I slowly turned to lay on my back and looked up at my beautiful fiance. He shuffled over on the couch and lifted my head up to lay on his lap. His fingers caressed the side of my face in a loving embrace, and he leaned down and kissed the top of my forehead.
This feeling of unconditional love, being cared for and feeling like the only person in the world was a complete first for me when I fell for Alexis. I had dated and had serious relationships with women before him, and I’m sure I had some sort of attraction and connection with them, but no one had ever made me feel like my happiness and wellbeing was their priority. Allowing myself to be this vulnerable with Alexis, laying across his lap and telling him my problems, was a place in life I thought I could never get to with anyone, yet here I was happily surrendering myself to the man I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with.
“You know it’s okay to feel drained from everything,” Alexis said as if he was reading my mind. “I know you’re the size of a small building, but at the end of the day you’re human, and humans are allowed to feel.”
“I know.”
Alexis didn’t prod me any further; instead, he continued gently gliding the tips of his fingers up and down my cheek and across my jawline. He would look down at me, smile, kiss me gently, and then he would stare off as he continued comforting me.
“I need to be strong for you,” I finally mumbled.
Alexis looked down at me and shook his head. “No you don’t. I don’t expect you or need you to be strong for me all the time, Julian. You’re allowed to have these moments where you aren’t strong, and when you do, that’s when I’ll be here to support you.”
I didn’t respond, but I knew he was right, and he knew he was right.
“I think what got to me the most was the press suggesting that our relationship was a sham and we’re only pretending to be together for cheap publicity,” I said. “I love you more than anything in the world, baby, and I don’t know how else I can prove it to these idiots.”
“We don’t need to prove anything to anyone,” Alexis said calmly. “I love you, and you love me, and the people we choose to have in our lives know that.”
“It just gets to me, you know?”
“I know, my love. Just try to shut it out and ignore it the best you can. You’re a great gridiron player and an even better man, and that’s all the world needs to know.”
Alexis leaned down and kissed me swiftly on the lips.
“Football player,” I corrected him with a smile.
“Same, same.”
From my view on his lap looking up at him, I watched his mouth form a small O and I swear I could see the metaphorical light bulb switch on over his head.
“What are you cooking up there, baby?” I asked him curiously.
“Let’s get married,” he said casually.
“We are, baby.”
“No, I mean, let’s get married this week.”
Alexis
Julian shot upright and turned to look at me, his brows furrowed in confusion.
He was looking at me like I was out of my mind, and maybe I was, but I knew without any doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.
“I don’t need a big fancy wedding with hundreds of people there. I just need you, Julian.”
I could see in Julian’s eyes and the way they sparkled that he agreed with me and loved the idea, but a frown soon crossed his face.
“Are you only wanting to rush this marriage to shut everyone up?”
“A part of me is pushing it forward to shut them up, yes. But I’m marrying you because I’m in love with you, Julian.” I held my left hand up to him and tapped my ring finger where my simple diamond ring sat. “You’ve already promised yourself to me, and I’ve promised myself to you, so why wait?”
Julian’s big grin spread across his face and he shuffled over on the sofa so he could wrap me in his big arms. He pressed a sweet kiss on my lips and I felt his smile against mine.
“I’m in,” he said.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back so I could look at him in his beautiful cerulean blue eyes.
“Dad would never forgive me if we got married without him there,” I said.
Julian nodded. “Mom would disown me, and Estelle would never speak to me again.”
“Done. So we’ll just have our immediate families there and that’s it?”
“Absolutely, baby. Whatever you want.”
I tilted my head, my brow furrowed. “It’s not whatever I want, love. It’s whatever we want.”
Julian smiled and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “All I want is you, baby. If at the end of the day I get to call you my husband, then that’s okay.”
I crawled over to Julian and mounted him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “We’re really going to do this!”
Julian agreed with a nod of his head. “I can’t wait to take you to bed when you’re officially Alexis Ambrose.”
“That sounds fun,” I said teasingly. “But while we still have time left, Alexis Mendes wouldn’t mind being taken to bed by you.”
I could see the life in Julian’s eyes being restored with my sexual offer. If all I had to do to bring my zombie fiance back to life was promise him the gift of ass, I would’ve done this a long, long time ago.
“Before you go bury that big dick of yours inside of me, I have a proposition for you first.”
Julian kissed me on the corner of my mouth. “Your propositions tonight have been a hit so far. Let’s go two for two.”
“Make love to me tonight,” I suggested. “But while we’re having sex, we’re also going to be playing a game of Questions and Alexis.”
Julian raised his eyebrows at me in confusion.
Granted, like my offer to marry him next week, introducing a question style game into the bedroom did seem a bit wild. But I wanted to know what was going on in that big handsome head of his, what parts of the world were weighing him down the most, and what he most feared when he eventually married me.
Plus, it seemed like a full circle moment to play a sexy game of Q&A after the wild positions the game put us in last time.
“Just to refresh my memory: whenever I ask you a question, you can’t move until you give me an honest answer, and vice versa?” Julian asked.
“That’s right.”
A sexy smirk crossed Julian’s face. “Oh I’m going to have fun with this.”
Julian swooped me up into his arms and carried me into our bedroom, that dark and lustful look in his eyes never once leaving. He dropped me onto the cushioning of the mattress and reached the bottom of his t-shirt to pull it off.
“Can I watch you strip for me?” I asked him.
Julian froze when he realised the game had begun, and I stifled a giggle of my own as I crawled backwards on the bed to rest my head on the pillow.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, his voice silky and smooth.
With a subtle swivel of his hips, Julian slowly peeled the fabric from his torso and made it an effort to toss it next to my head.
“Can you slowly take your pants off for me now?” I asked.
“Of course, baby.”
My handsome fiance made an effort to put on a show for me, bending over and wriggling his pants down his legs before suddenly kicking them off his leg, his manhood protruding proudly in the confines of his boxer briefs.
God fucking damn. Even now, after all this time, the sight of his near naked body got me feeling a very certain type of way, and without even consciously realising, I had slid a hand down my pants and began rubbing my warm crotch.
“Stop,” Julian said.
Even though it wasn’t a question, I ceased my movements.
“Can you take all of your clothes off for me, baby?”
Julian
“Yes, love.”
I watched in excitement as Alexis took his top off and shimmied his pants and underwear down his toned legs. His cock sprang to life and, with a noticeable bite of his bottom lip, he lightly palmed it in one hand as his eyes trailed up and down my body.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked him.
Alexis froze mid-stroke of his cock, and he licked his lips in excitement.
“Just touch yourself while you watch me,” he instructed.
My fiance nodded his head and continued pleasuring himself, his brown eyes growing dark as he watched me take my underwear off and drink in the sight of my naked body. I licked my hand and began pumping my cock with my fist, starting off slowly to gauge Alexis’s interest, and as soon as I saw him jerking faster and heard moans escape his lips, I sped up to match his pace.
“Can I come for you?” Alexis asked.
In the heat of the moment, I almost forgot that his question meant that I had to freeze. But with my cock still firmly in the palm of my hand, I shook my head.
“Not yet, baby,” I said softly.
“Tell me what you want,” he almost pleaded.
“Put your legs up in the air and stick a finger in that beautiful hole of yours.”
Alexis nodded and lifted his hips up off the mattress, presenting that delicious fucking ass of his to me. With one hand still working his shaft, he sucked on a finger - which jolted an immediate reaction in my cock - and slowly slid it into his hole. He let out a moan that almost drew me to the edge and began fingerfucking himself.
God damn he was so fucking sexy. The way he would lightly trace around his hole with the tip of his index finger, staring me directly in the eye before plunging his digit deep into himself was the only image I needed for my mental spank bank. Who needed porn when I could just watch my fiance pleasure himself on our bed.
I slowly stepped back towards the single armchair in the corner of our room, never once taking my eyes off the sexy fucking show Alexis was putting on in front of me. As soon as the back of my calves touched the fabric of the chair, I sat down and began pumping my cock with one hand.
Alexis licked his lips and then replaced the one finger inside of him with two.
“Lean back and spread your legs,” he commanded me.
Like the obedient husband-to-be that I was, I parted my legs and leaned into the armchair to ensure that I was giving Alexis everything he wanted. The sight of me manspreading and presenting my full length to him must’ve spurned something inside of my fiance because he began fingerfucking himself faster.
I wanted this moment to last, but the sight of Alexis working his cock and his hole had me on the fucking edge. His sexual moans of pleasure as he fucked himself with his fingers didn’t help my case either. I didn’t want to cum just yet, but how could I not when the sexiest fucking human in the world was letting me watch his most intimate moments.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lex. I’m gonna fucking blow for you, baby,” I announced.
“Use two hands,” Alexis ordered.
“Where do you want me to cum?”
Alexis’s hands stopped what they were doing, and a cheeky smirk crossed my face when I realised my question had unintentionally edged him.
“Cum on your abs,” he requested.
“Alright, baby.”
With both of my hands, I began working my cock with long strokes and continued watching the Alexis show in front of me. I felt my climax nearing and Alexis must’ve sensed it because he soon replaced two fingers with three and thrust them inside of him. His eyes rolled back and he let out a moan that prompted my own, and the sounds he made soon spurned my own orgasm.
“Oh fuck!”
With one last groan, my eyes rolled back as I shot out a load that I felt I had held in for days. Spurts of my cum shot on my abs and some even landed on my pecs and the middle of my chest.
Taking a deep breath as I rode out the final waves of my orgasm, I opened my eyes and took in the sight of Alexis masturbating in front of me. I quickly grabbed a few tissues off the table next to me and wiped my load off my torso.
“Can I eat your hole, baby?” I asked him, staring longingly at his bronzed ass and his spread legs in front of me.
Alexis froze as per the rules of the game but he quickly nodded his head. He pulled his fingers out of his hole but still slowly jerked his hard cock with his other hand.
I pushed myself off the armchair and took the few long strides over to the bed before collapsing onto my stomach in front of him. I inched my way closer to him and placed my hands on his hips, preparing to spread his hole so I could dive tongue first insided of him.
“Do you love me, Julian?”
With my mouth now just inches away from his hole, I looked up at him and nodded my head.
“I promise I’ll love you until my dying breath, Alexis.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who has come along for the ride that is Julian and Alexis. As promised, I wanted to give you all the heads up that there are only two more chapters left in this story.
