Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2007 07:49:46 -0400
From: J
Subject: ALEX RIDER: BY MY EYE I SPY A SLEEPING SPY

Tom stared. The perfect skin. On the perfect cheek. The cheek. The cheek of
him. Just appearing on the train like that. Tom had reached into his
trousers...his own trousers to get his ticket out...before realizing it was
Alex standing over him. He had been trying to force himself into that
boring book. Alex: even all dirty and ragged and wounded as he was, he
still looked great. Beneath the baggy sweatshirt two sizes too big for
him. Tom wondered what it would be like to be under there with him. He
could fit. He longed to try. Swimming in the canal, Alex had told him. He
was SWIMMING in the canal. What the hell? As Tom stared at the sleeping
beauty, he knew life with Alex would never be boring. Alex had nestled his
head into his arms, sprawled out on the table infront of them in the
car. The blond hair hung loosely...and even dark with grit from the Venice
canal, has luster to it. It hung over one closed eyes. Tom drew closer to
make sure Alex was alive. He WAS breathing, wasn't he? He'd just have to
lean in closer to make sure. He could hear...then, moments later, feel, the
deep breaths of his friend. Oh my. Tom found the hair rising on his
neck...and if he had any hair on his arms, it would have risen there
too. He just wanted to take his friend and hug him, kiss him, comfort
him. Tom put a hand up to Alex's smooth cheek and gently...ever so
gently...he didn't want to wake him up...stroked across the smooth
skin. Tom put his head closer to Alex's...he smelled...and he smelled
great. Tom's chest leaned against Alex's shoulder as the other slept. Tom
put his lips to the thick ones of his blond friend. He gently touched. Tom
swallowed. No one else was looking. He didn't care if they had. What if
Alex opened his eyes? What if he weren't fully asleep? He hoped against
hope Alex would wake up...or not. What would his reaction be to this?  Tom
put his right hand and arm around Alex's back and toward his waist...hoping
for lower. Would he be brave enough to move his hand that far down? Would
it stir Alex? Did he want it to?

Tom gulped and went for it. He stroked Alex's cheek again with his left
hand and laid his cheek next to Alex's. He was awfully tired himself. This
whole trip to Venice wore him out. Not as it had Alex. He was bored with
the museums and art shows and historical visits. And worrying about his
absent friend. Without realizing it, Tom was gripping Alex under the table,
under the long, men's trousers. And he was liking it. He made it slow as if
not to attract attention but the reality was Tom didn't give a hoot to
that. He just wanted it to last. To linger. His eyes shut as an
approximation to Alex's. Alex seemed to stir a bit. Smiling in his
sleep. Opened his mouth. Tom turned his head and kissed Alex on the lips,
moving his tongue inside. Alex closed his mouth, Tom moved around inside
it. Then he took it out. Under the table, Tom ejaculated and could feel
Alex doing the same. Tom began to breath heavy and he couldn't keep his
head lying still. He turned it to face Alex's but Alex had had his own head
turned again and buried in his arms. Awkwardly and in a frightened but
excited mode, Tom shifted his legs and put one totally behind Alex's
muscular back and for a slight, scant second, Tom straddled Alex. This
worried him as he now thought he would draw the attention of the Italian
train riders or the tourists. No one flinched. No one watched. Tom was on
the other side of Alex now, unaware of his right hand's ministrations until
settling down. Alex beneath had a major reaction. Tom withdrew his hand and
used a napkin in his pocket to clean down. "What the hell am I doing?"  Tom
swallowed and now on the other side of Alex could reach his face. He
settled down next to him and put his head back against Alex's face. Tom
fell asleep.

Alex opened one eye. Alex smiled.


Alex Rider, Tom Harris and SCORPIA are all copyrighted by Anthony Horowitz
and others.