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ALEKSANDR POV

River and I spotted Jasper and Dima cueing to get something to eat; it was nice to see that the little kid overcame the fear and tension for my best friend, Dima was clearly happy about it. He’s such a friendly and outgoing person that it’s impossible to not like him, he is always true to his words and never fails anyone. Well, he drives insane basically all our teachers, because Dima doesn’t care much about studying, he loves playing hockey, weight lift with me, snowboarding. I chuckled, he wasn’t a model student for sure, but without doubt the best friend you could ever ask for.

I knew it bugged him having someone like Jasper not liking him; shit, more likely, hating him. Especially, considering Travis and Dima liked each other.

The idea of that bastard of Anatoly beating Jasper had me really mad and the fact that affected indirectly my boyfriend, well, that got me even more angry. He was a sick asshole without a ounce of honor and respect, he had no idea what it meant to play fair and behave like a decent person. He was all the opposite. He was dangerously disgusting and sick. Every time I had the damn bad luck to meet him or see him, my blood began to boil and many times me and my friend got into a fight with him and his useless pieces of shit.

Even their parents couldn’t stand his own son any more. They couldn’t believe their own  blood and flesh turned out into a complete delinquent, because that’s what he was. He joined a gang, I mean, a damn gang. How can someone be more stupid and sick? All a bunch of losers, anyway, which I enjoyed to beat and punched few times.

I think Dima’ parents were planning to kick him out as soon as he had a damn diploma, so he was at the legal age to get out and get a job and do whatever he wanted with his life. Natasha, their mother, was suffering about that, it was impossible for her to believe one of her sons was like that. I felt sorry for her, because she was such a sweet and caring person.

However, I was pretty sure Dima would kick the shit out of his own twin today, if he were to catch him at home. I knew very well my friend.

What had made me happier, was Travis, the fact he decided to talk to me about the problem, the fact he said I made him feel better after hearing my voice, the fact he had doubts on Dima being a complete asshole. It meant he trusted me, shit, he told me so himself, just minutes ago.

I was completely gone for him.

I almost feared this feeling, it was overwhelming, burning, taking control all over me, it was irrevocable. So strong and powerful, what I felt for my Travis was so strong and true that sometimes it was almost intoxicating, taking away my air and breaths. I have never felt like that.

It scared me at first seeing how possessive I became of him, but not like a control freak. I had to know he was ok, nobody was bothering him, nobody dared to even try anything with him, his closeness drove me crazy and hard every single time, I couldn’t resist him and never had enough of him and his touch, his lips, his kisses and his eyes.

I should have thanked that asshole of Collins for bumping Travis against me, but I was too enraged with him and honestly couldn’t wait to find the right occasion to tell him few words.

I felt hands slipping, from behind, in my front jeans pockets and a firm and sensual body press on my back. Hmm, Travis. Baby, you have no idea how deeply I feel for you and how crazy you are driving me just with your scent.

“I’m happy now Jasper and Dmitri are fine.” He whispered on my neck.

“Me, too.”

“So, are you excited to see me dance?” His voice was now seductive and inviting.

“Hmm, very much, baby.”

Travis purred happy and I had to suppress a groan. Then I saw that dickhead of Collins being almost lifted by Dima, him snarling something on his face. River exchanged an amused and wicked glare with me, winked and nodded towards them. I smirked, told Travis to wait a minute and then prayed that dimwit would be that stupid to start a fight or react in some way, right here, right now.

Too bad, they didn’t even react nor said anything. Seeing my two friends and me had them pissing their pants. Argh, what a bunch of losers.

School was over and I was leaning with my back against the wall, waiting for Travis. Then I saw him. He was walking to me elegant and sensual like a feline, a sexy cocky smirk on his gorgeous face and his eyes glistening with an alluring and playful light. I drank completely his breathtaking view, getting blissfully drunk from it and then smiled, kicking myself up from the wall. I was crazy about Travis. Could anyone be crazier about someone else, than the way I was for him? I doubted so. He laced his fingers around my neck and pecked my lips softly. I love the taste of his lips and how soft and smooth they felt on mine.

“Ready to go?” I asked him.

“Yeah, ready.” He grinned and then playfully licked my lips, just like a teasing cat.

He explained where the dance studio was and we drove there, in silent, just listening to some music he chose from my selection of CDs. The studio wasn’t in Brooklyn, but on the other side of the city, near Manhattan, thus it took us a bit to reach the place, because the traffic today was hectic.

We ran few minutes late and his dance teacher, a beautiful woman with black hair pulled back in a messy bun and deep green eyes, skinny, but less skinny than Nichole was, shouted at Travis in a pitched high voice. All right, she was already annoying me and very damn much. I hated when people began to yell out of the blue, without giving you first the chance to talk.

“Travis, why on Earth are you this late?” Her voice was like a pneumatic drill.

“Natalia, chill, will you? We just had the damn luck to be stuck in the traffic. If you stop your yelling, we won’t waist more time.” He retorted, rolling his eyes in exasperation. I see, he was used to that.

She snorted something, and then shifted her eyes on me and she literally scanned back and forth with her eyes, first narrowing them, and then widening. She looked between Travis and me and then smiled sardonic.

“And who is this super handsome guy?” Ok, I could see she really was sister of that guy, the one that owned a club and tried to hit on Travis.

Travis grabbed my arm in a possessive way. Hmm, I liked my baby jealous and possessive.

“Wipe your mouth, Natalia. He’s Aleksandr, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Aleksandr.” I said politely.

“Nice to meet you, Aleksandr. I am Natalia, Travis’s dance teacher.”

“I thought so.” She smirked and then winked at Travis.

“Relax Travis. I was only teasing you for being late, but hey, your boyfriend is hot. Now, move your butt and get ready.”

She walked inside a large room with light and shining parquet on the floor, large windows on one side of the room, with long poles and handrails, which I guessed they used for their basic exercises. The front wall was covered entirely with mirrors and on one side stood a grand piano. She gestured for a chair, right beside the entrance door. I sat and thanked her.

Other students were already stretching and warming up their legs and arms. It wasn’t many of them, but they all seemed good and older than Travis. Only a couple of girls were probably few years younger. Two guys were there as well, I could see they had similar shape of muscles as Travis, but nothing compared to him. When they stretched, they didn’t flex like Travis’s did, they weren’t that elegant and powerful at the same time like he was. I felt their eyes on me and I casted one of my best glacial piss-off glare and they immediately looked away. The girls had stopped their stretching when I had entered the room, eyed with huge eyes, almost stripped me with their gazes and then Natalia barked at them to resume work.

Finally, Travis joined them and shit, I had to swallow hard to suppress a sure growl of pleasure.

He gracefully walked fast towards the handrail, wearing nothing but super adherent black pants, which wrapped his gorgeous muscular but sinuous legs in a dangerous tempting way; long sleeve tight black t-shirt that revealed perfectly the god-like shape of his torso and back and dancer shoes, black as well. Oh. My. God. He looked fucking astonishing, the most gorgeous, hot, elegant and charmingly strong man I have ever seen. He completely overshadowed the other people in there.

Shit.

It’s going to be hard, in any meaning, to simply seat here and look at him dance around.

Travis winked and blew me a kiss. All the girls dropped their jaws on the floor. I got the impression that some of them had quite a thing for my boyfriend.

Well, who wouldn’t?

Watching Travis stretch his legs and arms and arch his back was a breathtaking experience. He was incredibly flexible, but that I already had the chance myself to notice it. I grinned inside at the idea, hmm, couldn’t wait to have him all for me. I snorted under my breath. Shit. I completely turned into a sex addict. Whatever. His legs flexed their lean and powerful muscles in a sensual way and his arms accompanied the movements with the same grace and precision.

Then they began to try a dance routine and shit, I had to stand up to relax a bit. His entire body was dancing and moving, his hair, his nose, his lips, his eyes, his torso, legs. Everything. It was dazzling and exciting at the same time; it drew me crazy and completely hard, but it dazed me and entranced me like at the same moment. Travis moved his body with incredible passion and precision, every movements and step were perfect, were speaking about the music and routine, were telling their story. His eyes were piercing and they felt like pitch black chains, locking me there, watching his every single step. His look was intense and fierce, it was alluring and inviting, like he wanted to bewitch everyone in the room. And, he did it.

I could see drops of sweat running down his neck and making his hair stick to his forehead. Overall, he looked mind blowing. After a long while, maybe over a hour, he threw away his t-shirt and kept half naked.

Shit.

The jeans were getting fucking uncomfortable right now.

His chest exposed his pierced nipple and his sinuous abdomen, his perfectly shaped and carved abdominals flexed at every moments, twist, flexion, and step. The music filled the room, but it was as if it came directly from Travis, as he was playing an invisible flute while dancing. When he leaped, he looked so powerful and strong, so confident. He was mesmerizing.

Now I understood what Nichole meant.

Travis had an incredible and natural talent. It was a gift, what he had.

I was glad for my natural coldness and poker face, because otherwise I would be here staring at him with open and drooling mouth and huge eyes. Instead, I was sitting composed and apparently calm. Shit. Apparently, because inside I was literally burning. Natalia shot me a look and winked. I see, she saw through my apparent composure and me.

They took a break and Travis elegant like a cat, like a wildcat, tapped towards me, his eyes shining with excitement and adrenaline. Shit, I wanted to take him right now, right here. Shit.

“Alexi, what do you think? You are not bored, right?” I scanned him with a questioning look and arched one of the eyebrows in a frowning way.

“Bored, baby? I am far from bored, believe me. You look mesmerizing, Travis. I can’t take off my eyes from you.” I took his waist in my hands, now sleek with sweat, a complete undoing for my self-control, and pulled him close. He slipped his hands on my arms and purred satisfied.

Shit, he really resembled a cat, a wildcat.

“You like it?” He asked eager.

“Yeah, you are amazing. Nichole told me and I see now what she meant. You have the power to daze people when you dance.”

His smiled grew bigger and sweeter; his pitch-black eyes gleamed with thrill and satisfaction. He tiptoed slightly and kissed lightly my lips, whispering his thanks. We exchanged a long glance and then turned back to dance.

Again, he bewitched me and made me fall even harder and deeper for him, my boyfriend, my Travis.

When practice was over, Natalia explained them something, said what they needed to improve, what their weaknesses were, and so on. Eventually she dismissed them and exchanged few words with Travis. Her eyes had a kind and pleased light, she liked and cared for Travis. He then danced in my way and cascaded in my arms. I grinned and shook my head, repressing a loud chuckle.

“I am fucking beat today. Hell, she made us spit blood.” He rolled his eyes. “Like usual.”

“She is a fair match to our coach.” I joked and he smirked.

“Going to take a shower and then I am ready.” He grabbed his bag and threw over his back, then turned again. “You stay over for dinner, right?”

“Travis, yeah, let’s say for dinner.” I smirked my usual one side smirk. He narrowed his eyes in a tempting and sinful way.

“Back soon.”

I walked out of the room and waited there for him.

We reached his place and when we got inside, the apartment was silent and dark. He checked his i-phone and found a missed call from his mum. He dialed her number and they talked for a couple of minutes. He nodded, kissed her good-bye through the phone and threw it somewhere on the sofa.

“My mum is coming back even later than I expected.” He said and shit, his eyes were burning like dark and black fire, just like mine.

“I’ll wait with you.” I simply said.

He smirked and sucked a bit his lower lip, as if thinking about something. I took his chin and leaned on him, parting his soft and dazzling lips open, and slipped my tongue inside, not wanting to wait any longer to kiss him. Travis reacted at the same instant and we locked ourselves in a crazy and lustful twist of arms and tongues, both of us hungry and wanting dominance.

I wasn’t going to grant him any, right now.

My tongue pushed deeper in his mouth, rubbed harder his pierced one, and then I slammed him down on a sofa. He moaned in my mouth and the sound reverberated through all my body, sending me even crazier and making my member strain harder.

Travis wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me lower, now our hips and erections rubbing and grinding together. Overwhelming electricity of pleasure ran over my body and my breath grew faster and heavier. I wanted Travis, since I saw him stretch and dance, since his very first step, I had wanted to take him and make him scream my name in pure ecstasy.

We kissed longer and harder, rubbing our rock hard cocks together faster and more wildly, like in a sexual trance. Travis moved his hips in such a sensual and enticing way that I growled in his throat like a lusty wolf and then thrust harder against him, more waves of crazed pleasure invading Travis and me.

He grinded and twisted more, now his tongue sucking mine and his hands running my back, lightly scratching my skin. We moaned together, our member harder and hotter, we rubbed and rocked harder. Our breaths grew faster and my sexy baby’s moves got feral and out of control, hitting more and more my erection with his own, stroking it harder. He moaned and dug his nail deeper in my flesh. Ahhh… that drew me insane.

“Ahh, Travis …” I groaned in his mouth.

His hands travelled down my back, out of my shirt and grabbed my ass, to press me harder against him. He hissed in pleasure, sucked my tongue more and rocked stronger his member on mine, already leaking pre-cum. I gripped his arms and shoved them away, pinning them over his head, stopping our grinding. He winced and gasped.

“Don’t stop, babe.” He pleaded, his face contorted with pure pleasure.

I arched my eyebrow devilish and licked my lips.

I wanted Travis in my mouth, now.

Swiftly I threw away his sweater and then undid his jeans. He in-took a long gush of air and we locked our gazes together for few seconds. We both were panting and strained with desire and passion.

“I want you, Travis.” I tossed down his jeans and he moaned in anticipation. “But I want to take you with my mouth.”

With a quick flip his briefs and jeans were gone and after admiring his perfect and marble-carved body, I enclosed my mouth around his throbbing shaft, tasting it and groaning for how much I loved his intoxicating flavor. It was like a drug for me.

I deep throat him immediately and let the tip hit the back of my throat. I was about to come just with that. Travis screamed and almost convulsed with pleasure. I looked up at him; he had his mouth open in moans, his head threw back and his back arched in ecstasy. Ahh, how I liked to see my boyfriend like that, driven crazy by me.

I pulled very slowly back, savoring every inch of him, sucking hard. Then let my tongue swirl around the tip, then wrapped it again with my lips, sucked harder and licked it at the same time. He grabbed my hair and thrust deeper in my mouth. He was so close to climax, I could just hear from his speed of panting and breathing.

“Oh baby, you’re amazing...” He whispered, contorting with pleasure. I smirked, had him call me “baby” in his ecstasy. Now I had to make him scream it.

I took him deeper, faster, while my tongue twisted around more possessive. I deep throated him another time and he scream, coming hard and hot in mouth. Nothing could gave me more pleasure than that. I was almost at my height, just at tasting and hearing him. He came very long and then fell back, mute for few seconds.

“Travis babe, you ok?” I teased, pecking his lips. His eyes were bewildered.

“That was, hell, really strong. The orgasm I mean, fuck, Alexi you are amazing.” I smirked.

He smirked back, energy flowing back to him and winked wickedly. He popped open my jeans and my forehead pressed against his one, I groaned. I was almost already done. He had simply to wrap his perfect and long fingers around my erection, stroke it once and then … shit.

Travis pushed himself lower on the couch and right down on me.

Oh. My. Fuck.

I supported myself on the couch with my arms, while he took me in his mouth. He was crazy. His magic lips sucked and moved slow and his pierced tongue rubbed my length, making me growl very loud. He took it deeper, sucked harder and I was completely done. He swallowed everything just like I did. He was incredible.

We collapsed for a while in each other arms and cuddled sweetly and tenderly, just staring at one another eyes. He was naked in my arms, his silky and marble-like skin under my fingers.

“I still have to make you scream it.” I teased, knowing he knew what I was talking about.

“Hmm, can’t wait, Alexi.” He snuggled closer in my arms and purred like a beautiful feline. “But, first, let’s kick those away.” He meant my jeans and boxers and in a blink, they were tossed on the floor.

He flipped me on my back and straddled me. Hmm, that was a very sexy and exciting view. I pulled up a bit to remove my shirt and chucked it over my back. I laid back and stared at him, feeling my inner lusting beast growl and howl, in desire and want for Travis. I was already hard and he was, too. I let my hands travel his thighs, feeling possessive of him and completely lost for him. Our eyes were locked and intense. He leaned down and kissed me, deeply and aggressive.

My beast and me growled in pleasure and satisfaction, we liked when Travis was aggressive and possessive and jealous. We loved it.  

Suddenly he pinned my hands over my head, kept kissing me, I felt his hips lifting from mine; I growled in protest and thrust them up, but what came had me shut. Travis slammed them back and pushed his back entrance against my hard member that soon it was inside him.

I grunted and forced my hands free, but his grip was really strong and firm. That was really hot and sexy and let him do whatever he wanted.  

Travis broke our kiss and grinned in a sensual daze. His hips moved up and down faster, taking me deeper inside him. I thrust mine harder and hit his sweet spot, and did it again and again, until he was a mess of moans and pants, just like me. I slammed my member harder.

“Travis, move faster.” I groaned.

He did so, driving me completely insane. The trance, in which we were locked, took over all my body and made me move more wildly, feeling more possessive of Travis, wanting to make him scream. I hit deep and hard again his sweet point, freed my hands, to intertwine my fingers with his, and then pushed him up. Travis plunged lower around me and threw his head back, his mouth open, but mute.

“Let me hear it, baby…you know I love to hear your screams.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled, feeling me inside him and the pleasure taking over him. I slammed harder again and didn’t move for few seconds, buried deep inside my boyfriend. Travis opened wide his ink black pearls and squeezed my fingers stronger.

“Ahh…oh baby, like this Alexi. It’s fucking fantastic...” His jewels shut again and tipped his head on the side, biting his lips. “Ahh, more babe…ahh…”

I smirked, already at my limit: I had him scream it.

Another deep and strong thrust and we both came together, trembling for our crushing climax. Travis arched his back and threw his head behind, twisted sensually around me, screaming again. I screamed and moaned with him.

“Hmm…Travis babe, you’re incredible.”

He collapsed on me, our chests moving at the same rhythm and pace, in a perfect and harmonious sync. Our breaths matched and I felt his hair tingling my neck and chin. I hugged him tight and whispered him how much I liked him, how much he set me on fire, how much he drove me insane and wild, how I can never get enough of him.

“Travis, you have no idea. It’s almost scaring sometimes, I feel so strong for you. You drew out a complete new side of me.” I confessed with my lips on his hair.

He fell still for a long minute, almost holding his breath, then he pulled up and fixed his eyes on me, now smoldering in a tender and ardent black fire. He smiled a breathtaking sweet smile.

“Alexi.” He whispered, his voice trembling. “I feel exactly the same, like I can’t stay away from you, needing you and your presence beside me, your voice, your touch. Everything of you.”

He leaned down and caressed my lips with his.

“I am happy I drew out this new side of you, because I am the one I did. It’s only mine, now.”

“Yeah, only yours, baby.”  And it was true.

“And you have my new side.” I looked at him not understanding what he meant.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, how do I say it? Hell, I liked you so much and wanted to stay beside you and know everything about you, that I was ready to stay only friend with you. I was ready to try to suppress my crazy attraction and lust for you; and that only because I couldn’t think of losing you, especially after finally getting close.”

I could see a hint of shyness in his eyes, something I have never seen, he was softly trembling in my arms, slightly nervous. He eyes searched mine and smiled sweet and a bit tense. I cupped his face in my palms and drew him closer.

“Travis, don’t be nervous. You’re melting my heart, baby, do you understand? Thank you.” I kissed him a brief moment and locked his pearls with my eyes. “Your new side is mine, now.”

He chuckled and kissed back, with hot passion and tender sweetness all together.

After a long and hot shower, in every possible meaning, I helped Travis cooking something simple. We made some mixed salad and steaks.

“Should we wait for your mum?”

“Nah, she is coming home late and I’m sure she has already eaten.”

We sat in the living room, placed our dinner on a coffee table, and sat on the soft carpet, eating and talking about everything. No TV on or anything else, just he and me enjoying our meal and our chatting. My sexy boyfriend was also an awesome cook, shit, he was amazing in everything. Figures.

He told me more about his father, but there wasn’t much to say. I understood, somehow, how he felt, because it was close enough to how I felt more than nine years ago, when my biological mother left us, without telling us a damn word. However, he never liked his father. Shit, when he told me his father had a short and violent temper, it made me immediately angry at that man.

He asked me more about my family, but he didn’t say anything about my mother. For the moment, I let it go.

When we finished our food, we placed the dishes in the dishwasher and walked back in the living room, plopping down on a big and comfy sofa and cuddling. Shit, I couldn’t ask for anything better, because there was nothing better than this.

Travis opted for another Tim Burton’s movie, “Alice in Wonderland”, which I had missed to watch, and snuggled in my arms.

“Have you seen “The Night Watch”? I asked him, murmuring in hair.

“No, what is it?”

“It’s a Russian fantasy movie; they made a trilogy from a series of books.”

“Hell, sounds interesting. Do you have the DVDs?” He looked at me with curios and sparkling eyes.

“Yiest.” I said in Russian.

He grinned and decided we would watch them during the weekend.

Hmm, right, our first weekend together and alone. Alone.

An idea blew my mind.

I had never asked or took my mind-blowing and gorgeous boyfriend on a date.

Shit, that’s right. I rolled mentally my eyes at my complete lack of romance.

So, it was decided.

I would ask and take Travis on a perfect and romantic date this Saturday.

Well, knowing each other, we might end it something more than romantic, hmm, yeah, very much likely.

I smirked inside and began to think how to plan our very first date.

Ps. Next chapter ... extra about someone's afternoon spent wathing movie to celebrate a new friendship ... What do you think about it?