Model Behaviour - 4. Chapter 4

Absolute perfection.

Despite all the times Harry had seen Alex shirtless on Instagram, or seen him in person wearing a Speedo, or even seen his bare ass on display in the changing room, he was still wholly unprepared for the sight of Alex Wyatt fully naked.

He was absolute perfection.

Harry watched as Alex kicked his skinny jeans off and stepped into the shower, immediately reaching for a bottle of body wash. He placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s lips, then turned him around and started lathering his shoulders. He kissed each area as it was rinsed, then started working his way down Harry’s back, being careful not to touch the boy’s ass without permission.

Once completed, he invited Harry to return the favour.

Holy shit.

Harry stared at Alex’s body for a long moment, then squirted a generous amount of gel into his palm and began lathering Alex’s back. He massaged the gel into his broad shoulders, across the plains of sun-kissed muscle, before descending to Alex’s narrow waist. He then turned Alex around and enjoyed an obstructed view of his front, watching as warm water sluiced over each abdominal muscle before trailing along his v-lines and down into his well-trimmed pubes.

There awaited the object of Harry’s desire.

Generously proportioned, with criss-crossing veins and a gentle upward curve, Alex’s erection was truly a sight to behold. Harry spent a long moment just staring at it, admiring the way the upward curve seemed to point directly towards his lips, before a familiar self-doubt started to creep in.

He’s bigger than you. Way bigger, in fact.

In that one moment, the confidence he’d spent an entire week building up began to ebb away.

“Harry?” Alex recognized the shift in Harry’s mood. He stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Look at me.”

Harry looked up, and saw an expression more serious than he’d ever expected.

“Stop over-thinking it. I’m here because I want to be.”

He then gave Harry another gentle kiss before turning him around.

What followed was the most concentrated sensual assault that Harry’s body had ever known. It started with Alex shampooing Harry’s hair, massaging his scalp with tender care as suds trailed their way down Harry’s back.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the contact, reveling in the sensations as the older boy continued his massage. Alex then rinsed the shampoo off and reached for his body wash, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before spreading the gel across Harry’s shoulders.

“Mmm…”

Harry leaned into the contact again, this time supported by Alex’s broad chest. The closer proximity allowed Alex to reach around Harry’s front, massaging more gel into his torso before sliding upward to tweak Harry’s nipple.

“Oh Alex…”

Harry arched his back, leaning in more forcefully as Alex’s erection poked against his hip. Any last trace of doubt was removed in that moment, as Harry felt the physical confirmation of Alex’s earlier words.

“Fuck—”

Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotion, he leaned his head back and searched for Alex’s lips. The all-too-brief connection was then abandoned as Alex’s soapy hand slid back down Harry’s torso and took his erection in its grasp.

“Oh Alex—”

“It’s okay. Relax.”

Harry braced himself against the shower wall as Alex settled into an intoxicating rhythm.

Back and forth, back and forth, Alex continued to stroke Harry as he kissed the back of his neck.

“Oh--”

“Let it out, Harry. Let it out.”

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Harry was now thrusting his hips with urgency as rational thought became a distant memory.

“Oh God!”

Everything seized.

…

Fuck.

Harry arched his back and crushed Alex’s lips against his own, spasms overtaking him as he painted pearly white streaks up and down the tiled wall.

Oh my fucking God.

Harry leaned against Alex’s chest, catching his breath after his earth-shattering climax. His head fell forward like a puppet without strings, exposing his neck to gentle kisses as warm water continued to cascade over them.

“That was… wow.”

“Yeah.”

Harry finally arrived back on earth, grounded by an awareness of Alex’s lingering erection.

“Did you—”

“No. Not yet.”

Harry slowly regained his co-ordination, then reached back to take a hold of Alex. The older boy turned his body away slightly.

“You didn’t—”

“The night isn’t over yet.”

Harry was unsure of what to say. He turned to face Alex and found the older boy rinsing off, paying no attention to the erection that still bounced with his every movement.

“I can take care of it for you.”

“All in good time.”

Alex continued to rinse off, eventually prompting Harry to do the same.

They then stepped out of the shower and patted each other dry, before Alex took Harry’s hand and led him back into the bedroom.

* * * * *

It was there that Alex took the lead again.

Pulling back the covers and inviting Harry to join him, he quickly took the younger boy into his arms and began kissing him with intensity. For endless moments, his mouth made the journey from Harry’s lips to his collarbone, searching for all the pleasure-inducing spots in between.

Then, finally convinced that Harry was ready, he slipped a thigh between the boy’s legs and rolled him onto his back, placing him in a submissive position that Alex planned on taking full advantage of.

“Alex?”

“Mmm?”

“I think I’m, uh—” Jesus. “—ready for more.”

Alex stopped dead, rearing back to make eye contact. Just how much was Harry ready for? How much more was Alex himself ready for?

“Okay, baby.”

Alex gave Harry a soft smile, then claimed possession of his lips once more. This time, he settled his full weight on Harry, causing the younger boy’s legs to snake around Alex’s hips. He then used their natural lubricant to assist their rhythm, rubbing their hard cocks together against Harry’s lower belly and quickly taking both boys to the precipice.

“Alex, I—”

“Let it go.”

Alex felt Harry's legs wrap around him tighter. He then locked onto a spot just above Harry’s collarbone, before hooking his chin over Harry’s shoulder and driving them both breathlessly over the edge.

…

Holy shit.

Harry lay beneath Alex’s panting chest, enjoying the incredible afterglow. He’d never felt more warm, more safe. In that moment, wrapped up in Alex’s arms, his physical deficiencies no longer mattered.

“Are you okay?”

“That was amazing.”

Harry looked into Alex’s eyes, still barely believing where he was. He then wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck and drew him into a deep kiss. They alternated soft and deeper kisses until Harry finally became aware of the mess they’d made.

“We should probably get cleaned up.”

Harry tried to roll out from beneath Alex’s hips, but Alex wouldn’t let him move. He took both of Harry’s wrists and held them pinned above his head, before looking down into Harry’s eyes again.

“We need to get cleaned up, Alex.”

“I agree.”

Alex looked down at Harry’s cum-streaked torso.

“I need—”

“Just lay back, Harry. Let me take care of it.”

Alex dipped his head and began cleaning Harry’s torso, using his tongue in lieu of a wash cloth. Their combined ejaculate tasted sweeter than Alex could have ever imagined, and he fed it back to Harry in a series of creamy kisses.

Eventually, once Harry’s torso was clean, Alex turned attention to Harry’s erection, which hadn’t gone down since they’d climbed into bed.

“Alex, you don’t have to—”

“It’s okay. I want to.”

Alex took Harry’s erection between his lips and began to give him the ultimate pleasure. He soon had Harry back to the very brink, using his tongue in ways Harry had only ever dreamed of. He soon felt Harry’s fingers thread through his silky hair, as the younger boy’s entire lower body tensed.

“Alex—”

The words had barely left Harry’s mouth before he went fully rigid, and started bucking against Alex’s face. His moans echoed off Alex’s bedroom walls as the older boy stayed the entire course and swallowed everything Harry had to offer.

…

Fuck.

Harry sagged against the pillows, barely able to catch his breath. He felt a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration, underpinned by a lingering disbelief.

“Are you okay, Harry?”

Alex crept up and pushed Harry’s hair back off his forehead, exposing his beautiful eyes to the world again. The moment Alex saw those sparkling blue pools, he knew everything would be okay.

“Thank you.”

They shared one more gentle kiss, before Alex thought about getting cleaned up for real this time.

“Come on, let’s go take another shower.”

Harry didn’t object, allowing Alex to pull him to his feet and practically carry him to the bathroom. This time they only washed each other, but the experience still left Harry feeling every bit as loved.

He could only imagine what the rest of the night would bring.

* * * * *

“So what made you get into modeling?”

The boys were now laying side-by-side atop Alex’s bed, clad in nothing but boxer briefs. Alex would have happily stayed naked all night, but after Harry reached for his underwear post-shower, he thought it wise to make a concession to the boy’s modesty.

“I dunno. I was just bored, taking selfies around the house, and somebody spotted my pics on Instagram.”

"An agent?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

Alex shrugged, not really thinking much of it. "I don’t really talk to them often, though.”

Harry shook his head, still not quite believing he'd had sex with a *represented model*.

“What do your parents think of it all?”

“Dad doesn’t seem too bothered. He’s only home about ten days a month though, so I’m not sure how much he’s even aware.”

“And your mum?”

“Oh she loves it. Talks about her ‘super model’ son at charity dinners and tries to set me up with her friends’ daughters.”

Harry had no idea what to say. Even though his mum worked way too many hours, especially for a single parent, she at least knew what was going on in her son’s life.

Well, except for this.

“I’m guessing your parents don’t know about… ‘us’ then?”

“Jesus no.”

Harry was momentarily offended, but the sincere regret on Alex’s face soon changed his mind.

"I'm sorry. It's not because of you."

"I get it. I understand. Sorry for asking so many questions.”

“No, it’s okay.” Alex shook his head, frustrated more with the truth than the boy who sought to discover it. “It’s not your fault.”

Harry then looked toward Alex’s alarm clock, surprised it still read only 11:15pm.

“Should we lay out a spare mattress or something?”

“What for?”

“In case your mother walks in on us.”

Alex briefly considered it, before shaking his head with mirthless laughter

“She won’t come in here. She’ll probably pass out the moment she walks in the door.”

Again, Harry had no idea what to say.

He’d seen Alex on Instagram and assumed he had a perfect life. He wore the coolest clothes, had all the coolest electronics, spent his weekends flitting between modeling shoots. It was clear that Alex’s life was anything but perfect, though. Even as Harry sat inside the dream house that Alex called home, he could see that parts of Alex’s life were more akin to a nightmare.

“Do you want a drink or anything?”

Alex stood up, putting his crotch directly in Harry’s eye line. Harry thought about pulling Alex straight back into bed, but another type of thirst got the better of him.

“Yeah, sure.”

The boys walked out to the kitchen and grabbed orange juice from the fridge.

They briefly chatted about Alex’s nutrition plan, before a throwaway comment about pineapples and the taste of semen had them rushing back to Alex’s bedroom. There, Harry set about returning the favour from earlier.

“God, are you sure this is your first time?”

Alex moaned as Harry continued to suck him, making sure that Harry got every bit of encouragement he deserved. Then, after seeing Harry reach for his own erection, Alex swiveled around and turned the encounter into one that delivered mutual satisfaction.

“We’re totally doing that again tomorrow,” Alex promised, as the boys cuddled together after their perfectly-timed climax.

They then slowly drifted off to sleep, with Harry snuggled against Alex’s chest.

Both boys were dead to the world by the time the taxi’s headlights made their way down the winding driveway…

* * * * *

“Alex, what have I told you about leaving the juice out—”

Jennifer Wyatt stopped dead in her tracks, positive that she was hallucinating as she walked into Alex’s bedroom and found him in the loving embrace of another boy.

“Mom? What the—”

Alex sprang apart from Harry, instantly wide awake.

“What are you—”

Jennifer trailed off. She opened and closed her mouth again, but no sound came out this time. She remained wide-eyed as she stared at Harry, who remained paralyzed beneath the duvet.

“I can’t deal with this. I’m going to bed.”

Jennifer threw her hands up and walked out, leaving an upset Alex and terrified Harry in her wake.