TW: Real Person Fic,  Sloppy sexy times ... I'm a sucker for weird parings so. . .Ship name?

Title: ~Better Believe It~

“You know,” Lewis suppresses a belch as he throws an arm over the backrest of his chair and grins lazily at Alex, “you are a very handsome man.” Hand flailing out to stroke his fingertips over Alex’s arm, Lewis tilts his head forward and looks up at Alex through his eyelashes in an attempt to be enticing. Alex raises an eyebrow, feeling flattered and amused and ever so slightly interested.

“You’re not so bad yourself, mate,” Alex drawls back, carefully shifting himself towards Lewis and mimicking his seating position; one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. Lewis blushes and grins widely, licking his lips and flicking his dark brown eyes over the curves and edges of Alex’s face. Eyes lingering over Alex’s mouth, Lewis speaks again in a hushed tone.

“I’ve lost count of- of how many times I’ve thought about kissing you,” Lewis whispers, “and- and-” When Lewis’ voice drops away, as does his gaze; sweeping down over the curl of Alex’s body. The corners of Lewis’ mouth twitch upwards when his eyes pause over the creased denim over Alex’s groin.

“Lewis,” Alex murmurs, unable to keep from smirking as he watches Lewis quite obviously check him out, “are you hitting on me?” Lewis shrugs, eyes dark and fixed on Alex’s as he shifts in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. Head tilted back, bottom lip tucked demurely between his teeth, Lewis shrugs.

“Depends.” Looking quickly around the room to make sure no-one is listening in, Lewis reddens and feels his heart race in anticipation as he once again makes eye contact with Alex.

“On what?” Alex purrs, now leaning almost completely towards Lewis and gripping loosely at the back of Lewis’ chair. Not looking away from Lewis’ face, tracing the smudge of his lips with his eyes, as Lewis once again checks that no-one is paying attention to them, Alex waits for an answer.

“Meet me in the garden in five minutes,” is Lewis’ parting utterance, before he pushes carefully out of his seat and walks away from Alex as though making his way to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath and gathering his senses, realising what has just happened, Alex waits a few seconds before getting to his feet as well - making his way to the drinks table and getting a quick shot of whiskey down his throat before nodding to himself and following Lewis out of the door. Pausing only to check over his shoulder to make sure no-one has noticed his leaving.

The garden is cold, as usual for December, and it takes Alex a moment of standing with his breath clouding in the air in front of him before he sees Lewis waving him over from a dark corner of the back yard. Half jogging quickly over, there is a moment of cold nervousness - the only warmth from each other’s bodies and the alcohol in their stomachs.

“Hey,” Alex’s whispered greeting fills the air with warm breath.

“Hi,” Lewis responds, before licking his lips and reaching up to hook a hand behind Alex’s neck. Pulling him roughly downwards, Lewis barely gives Alex time to react as he crashes their lips together in a sudden, hard kiss. After the initial moments of carefully shifting mouths to press soft and eager against one another, Alex groans and Lewis whimpers when Alex’s hands find Lewis’ rear and squeeze gently.

Tasting whiskey on Alex’s tongue and being dizzied by the whole experience, Lewis moans and tugs at Alex’s hair whilst shamelessly rubbing himself against Alex’s front. Pulling back from the kiss, gasping when Alex’s lips brush over his cheek and down over his jaw to kiss and nip at his neck, Lewis clutches hard at Alex and moans in his ear.

“I want you so much,” Lewis whines, inhaling sharply when Alex groans against him and pulls him closer. One hand smoothing around Lewis’ hip, stroking up to the softness of his belly beneath his shirt, Alex sucks a mark into Lewis’ throat and relishes the taste of his skin as well as the gasps and moans of his name that pepper Lewis’ lips. Lewis’ hands find hold on Alex’s shoulders, pushing him temporarily away so that he can make fierce eye contact and speak to him properly.

“Take me back to yours,” Lewis trails a hand down Alex’s front, fingers lingering over the buckle of his belt, and Alex needs no further invitation - kissing Lewis once, hard, before curling his fingers around his wrist and leading him towards where he had parked his car.

Alex’s front door slams shut behind the two as they tumble into his flat, joined loosely at the mouth and moaning between open, heated kisses. As Alex backs Lewis into his bedroom door, rattling it in its frame upon impact, his fingers fumble with the buttons on Lewis’ shirt. Following his fingers, Alex drops to his knees and kisses a trail down Lewis’ chest and stomach; smoothing his hands over Lewis’ hips and biting deep marks just above the waistband of Lewis’ low-slung jeans.

“Smith,” Lewis gasps, hips bucking forwards and head rolling back against Alex’s door. Looking up at Lewis, Alex has to stop himself from turning Lewis around and taking him there and then - his head swimming with the image of Lewis pinned against his door begging him for more. Lewis’ arousal is a clear line at the front of his jeans, and when Alex runs his fingers over its length he can feel fantastic heat seeping through to his touch.

Lewis curls his fingers into Alex’s hair, pulling his head back gently and grinning lazily down at him. Breathlessly requesting that Alex stand, Lewis hums desperately against Alex’s lips when he rises and kisses him; the sound of the door opening behind him muffled by the white noise of pleasure as Alex rubs his hand over the front of Lewis’ jeans.

The both of them stumble once more as Alex’s bedroom door opens, dousing them in the scent of him that clings to his bedding and clothes. Lewis groans and, reluctantly pressing a few kisses to Alex lips, pulls away to make his way over to the bed - shucking his shirt off of his shoulders and fiddling with his belt whilst Alex watches on in awe. With a jangle of Lewis’ belt buckle and a thud of fabric, his jeans fall to his ankles and his eyes flick up to meet Alex’s, full of mirrored want.

Silently, Alex comes over to stand with Lewis at the side of the bed and cups his chin in his hand, tipping Lewis’ head back as Alex bends and kisses him deeply. There is no resistance as Lewis pulls Alex backwards onto the bed, his legs hooking around Alex’s still clothed hips and mouth breaking softly away from Alex’s as he moans loudly.

“Fuck, Lewis,” Alex gasps, nuzzling at Lewis’ throat and kissing at his neck as he winds a hand between them and grasps at the hot outline of Lewis’ cock through his boxers. “I wanna fuck you into this bed,” Alex growls, teeth catching Lewis’ skin and making him whimper in agreement.

“God, yes,” Lewis lifts his hips from the bed, rubbing against Alex hotly as he writhes and groans. Nose caressing a line from Alex’s temple to brush against his own when he pulls away to address Lewis, Lewis grasps Alex’s head in both hands and looks deep into his eyes as he speaks in a rough voice.

“Tell me what to do,” The intensity of the moment dazes Alex, his hands absently skimming over the bare parts of Lewis’ body as he pulls back completely and kneels at the edge of the bed. Lewis is so hard for him; straining against his boxers beneath a flushed chest and cheeks. His hand moves before his voice manages to escape his throat; making a turning gesture in the air whilst his eyes fix, nebulous, on the front of Lewis’ boxers.

“Move- move up the bed and- and turn over,” Alex stammers, and Lewis nods as he does as he is bid. Lying on his front, propped up on his elbows at Alex’s pillows, Lewis looks demurely over his shoulder at Alex and wets his lips in anticipation. Feeling suddenly nervous under Lewis’ scrutiny, Alex peels his t-shirt over his head and quickly unfastens his jeans. Boxer clad, head swimming, chest thudding, Alex reaches for his night stand and fishes in its drawer for a condom and lubricant.

Lewis watches as best he can as Alex clambers onto the bed, and arches his back when he feels Alex hand skim up his side gently.

“Are you sure about this?” Lewis nods his consent, flashing Alex a reassuring smile. Breath hitching with the sensation of Alex’s fingers on his thighs, Lewis lets his hips be lifted off the bed a little and groans when his boxers are carefully pulled down; the precome slick head of his cock brushing against Alex’s bedsheets.

Alex dips down, pressing a kiss to the very base of Lewis’ spine as he lubricates his fingers and presses one carefully, teasingly to Lewis’ entrance. Immediately, Lewis mewls and pushes back against Alex’s touch - making the both of them moan. Alex due to Lewis’ eagerness; Lewis due to the combined sensation of his cock against Alex’s bed and Alex’s finger pressing against him.

“Ready?” Alex murmurs against Lewis’ hip, and waits until Lewis has nodded before inserting a finger. Lewis gasps, his head falling forwards and his shoulders tensing between moans as Alex starts to finger him. Increasing pace with the first, Alex gradually adds a second and spreads them as he prepares Lewis. The reaction is almost too much, and Lewis’ moans and pleas for more bounce off of the walls and around Alex’s mind as he sits back on his knees and momentarily removes his fingers.

Rolling the condom onto his length, hissing with a sharp intake of breath as he does so, Alex spreads liberal amounts of lube onto his hands. Whilst stroking one over himself, soft gasping moans parting his lips, the other reaches around Lewis and carefully squeezes at the base of his arousal. Lewis bucks his hips and moans loudly in response.

“Plea-Please, Smith, I need this,” Lewis’ words make Alex swear under his breath as he sits up on his knees and gets himself into position behind Lewis. Supporting himself on one arm, his hand bunched in the bedding at Lewis’ left side, Alex moans as he rubs himself against the curve of Lewis’ rear and then, slowly and gently, lines his arousal up to press tentatively against Lewis’ entrance.

“Oh fuck,” Alex moans, voice thick, and loses himself in Lewis’ faint cries of ‘yes’ as Alex pushes inside of him. Hands either side of Lewis, holding him just above Lewis’ body, Alex fills Lewis completely and pauses with haggard breathing. Lewis tenses around him, his hips squirming back and forth as his chest and throat rumble with moans and words of encouragement.

Slowly but surely Alex begins to move; hips rolling back carefully and slamming forward again. Building up a steady rhythm with his thrusts, gaining decent speed, Alex knocks Lewis’ legs further apart as he spreads his own. Head lolling forward, brows creasing with intensity, Alex moans throatily as he looks down and sees Lewis grinning shakily over his shoulder at him, his hands bunched into the bedding and pillows and his body trembling with every slam and jolt of Alex’s hips.

“Shit, yes, yes!” Lewis gasps, and Alex slows and pulls out as he repositions the both of them. Lewis is eager to respond - turning onto his back and hooking a knee over one of Alex’s elbows as Alex re-enters him and is quick to regain speed.

Messily, almost missing Lewis’ mouth, Alex dips his head forward and kisses Lewis openly. Tongues dash against one another, muffling moans but not the sound of Alex’s bed creaking and banging against the wall. One hand grasping at Alex’s headboard, Lewis tangles the other in Alex’s hair and cries out into Alex’s ear as a simple shift in angle makes white hot pleasure shoot up his spine.

“Lewis I’m close,” Alex breathes, burying his face into Lewis’ shoulder and grabbing blindly at his hips; his thrusts erratic and his breathing heavy with unrestrained moans. Lewis’ encouragement only gets louder, his legs tightening as they sling around Alex’s hips and pull him closer. Blinding pleasure shoots up his spine as Alex hits against a spot inside of him again, and Lewis drags his nails across Alex’s back as he feels Alex’s thrusts become hard, long presses of his hips against Lewis’ own.

“Fuck, fuck,” Alex groans, orgasm making his head spin and his shoulders tense. Lewis whimpers in his ear, his voice crumbling as he cries out Alex’s name in sporadic chains. As his lips trace Lewis’ throat again, coming to brush against Lewis’ mouth in a lazy kiss, Alex feels him tense beneath him followed by a high moan and the feel of warm come splashing on their chests.

Alex pulls back reluctantly, fingers going to the base of his cock to keep the condom in place as he pulls out of Lewis, and sits back on his heels as he removes it and - painstakingly tying it into a knot - throws it into the bin next to his night stand. Looking over at Lewis, Alex cannot help but grin cheekily at the sight of him sprawled out and flushed against the pillows.

Sneaking up the bed back over Lewis, Alex dips his head forward and licks at the come cooling on Lewis’ chest and stomach. Delighting in the dark fascination in Lewis’ eyes, Alex preludes a sweet kiss to his mouth with a brush of noses and a snake-like grin. Slipping his arms around Lewis’ waist and kissing his cheek, Alex sighs happily.

“Guess that means I’m staying the night,” Lewis murmurs, and Alex snuggles tighter.

“You’d better believe it.”