DETAILED SEX LIVES

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His eyes are disgustingly gross rolling over her body as she walks into the living room. Who are we talking about? Luke Hemmings, the living man whore who to her surprise still hasn't gotten any std's. Sitting wide-legged on the couch. As if he's a gross worn-out man that's been wearing the same white - dirty stained - shirt for over a week.

Luke Hemmings is a known guy in the city, not only because he's quite easy to get in bed with, but also because he's the team captain of the national soccer team here. The same team as Michael is in. They knew each other before their parents got together. To make this story even more uncomfortable for them, their parents met on the sideline. The hell they blamed one another for being on the same team back then. They played for an amateurish team, nothing compared to where they play now.

Currently, they're even competing to play even higher so they can travel to other countries. But that's only if they win the upcoming game. She's praying for Michael that they'll make it. For Luke... she hopes he just falls over the ball.

Luke is also the team captain on the team. He's the striker and as much as Alex hates to admit it, he's good. If he has the ball, he can score most of the time and that's not something you can say about most soccer players on their team. Some don't even know how to play and it makes her wonder how the fuck they're not on the bench, it makes her wonder how they made the team.

"What do you want, Hemmings." She hisses as his eyes are still not done with inspecting her. "Don't you have some girl to fuck?"

"Don't get so jealous there, Finley." He says. Maybe that's one of the things that she does find fascinating about him. He seems to say or do everything without any expression on his face. He is almost a human robot. He only ever smiles when he scores, it's a wonder girls want to go to bed with him. She supposes it's the mysterious attitude he carries with him. "Just because I don't want to fuck you, doesn't mean I'm not busy." He states. Alex rolls her eyes at him out of stupidity.

"Michael is upstairs I suppose?" She asks him, ignoring the comment he made. He shrugs his shoulders and an annoying smirk is covering his face. "Honestly, drown in your own patheticness." Without looking at him for one more second, she turns around and makes her way upstairs. Once she's upstairs, she knocks on Michael's door, not wanting to know what he's doing.

Yes, she hasn't knocked before and she's learned her lesson for that. His dirty blonde hair was wildly hanging on his head and a thin layer of sweat was covering his body. His face was red and his lip was swollen from biting down on it. His hand wrapped around his cock and pumped up and down fast.

It wasn't a sight she enjoyed, to say the least. In all honesty? She thinks she needed therapy at that exact moment. That image has never left her mind and she wants to change that. A low hum is hearable from the other side of the door and so she opens it. Michael is laying on his bed, just wearing his sweatpants, his hair wet from yet another shower. He smiles when he sees his best friend and pets on the empty side of the bed. Without hesitation, she jumps on the bed and crawls into his arms. He chuckles and wraps his arm around her.

As some best friends who appear to not be attracted to one another, they love cuddling a lot. 

"To what do I owe this sweet pleasure, Alex?" He chuckles, putting his phone down after sending one more text. Her lips remain sealed as to the matter where she doesn't even have an answer to his question. His hand is running through her hair. By now he doesn't even expect an answer anymore. "You know, Al," he begins. "You really need to find yourself a boyfriend."

"You make it sound like I'm twelve years old." He chuckles about her words. "But maybe I do, I just don't know if anyone's ready to put up with my bullshit. I'm quite a handful, Mike."

"I can tell," he says, his hand sliding down to her ass to squeeze in it after. She gives him a tap on his chest and he starts laughing like the little boy he is. "Really a handful, guys love that." After saying that out loud he owns himself another slap on his chest, harder than the one before.

"They will probably be a shitty boyfriend who doesn't like that I watch your game every time. Cheering a guy on that isn't him." He hums in response, looking down at me.

"Maybe to give him real jealousy you should wear a cheer costume." He bites his lip at the idea of it. Although they don't think romantically of each other, Michael has always tried to get Alex into his bed. Yes, they are on his bed right now. Let me clarify this; he wants to be inside her. "You would look hot as fuck in one of those little shirts and a tiny top." He tells her, dead serious. "Respectfully, you have the ass and tits for it."

"You are disgusting, Mike." He chuckles and brings his hand to the small of her back to rub little circles there. "What are you watching though?" She asks when she notices the screen of the tv is on. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Wanted some background sound and put it on." He explains. "I wasn't watching. Do you wanna watch anything though?" The door opens and Luke walks in, such as Michael only wearing sweats, and his hair is wet. Curls dangling on his head, telling her he just took a shower as well. "What do you want?" Michael sighs annoyed. "Can't you see I'm busy tryna fuck the only girl you can't have?" Her mouth falls open, but she decides not to say a word.

Luke laughs at Michael's words, knowing he looks like a fool right now. We all know Michael will never get the opportunity. Yet it is surprising, Luke never laughs so it must sound really fucking stupid. "The only girl you can't have," Luke laughs. "Where're my condoms?" He asks, his tone dead serious again.

"Like I give a shit?" Michael questions confused.

"Probably in the store where you haven't bought them yet. I always assumed you were the type to let those whores buy it for you. But I suppose they've been proved wrong when out of all hope they bought those extra large ones." She brings up her pinky as a comparison. To defend her statement, he has been expressing small-dick energy to the max. "They must've been so disappointed when they found out it would never fit." She pouts dramatically. "The condom I mean, not your tiny dick." She clarifies herself.

"Guess even the small things can cause pleasure," he winks at me, a disgusting smirk appearing on his face. Okay, this adds up to the points he has received for big dick energy, not gonna lie. "But I'm not kidding." Michael rolls his eyes as he grabs the package from under the pillow and throws it toward his stepbrother. Her mouth falls open.

"Wait, what? Why the fuck would you take them? Fuck, have you been looking in his sex drawer? That's disgusting! Was there a sock? Was it hard? That must be the best he can get, I need details." She starts to ramble as she sits up.

"Fuck you, Finley." Luke doesn't even uphold the energy to flip her off and honestly, she loves that for herself. He would've gotten such a great comeback from only that finger. Luke walks away and leaves the door open, annoying both of them with that. Michael stands up from the bed and closes the door. He jumps back on the bed and looks at his best friend.

"Don't you miss sex?" He suddenly asks me. she swallows thickly at the sudden question. Not quite ready for this conversation. There's a little something nobody knows. Nobody but her. 

"I-I suppose, but where's this coming from?" She asks him, feeling nervous about how far he'll take it. He knows everything except this little part. And slowly, lying about this becomes more and more exhausting. 

"Haven't heard you talk about it in a long time." He explains himself.

"It's not like any of those stories were worth it anyways." She sighs deeply. Her sex life hasn't been great, it has never been great actually. Only one guy has ever managed to give her an orgasm, not that she wanted it. Nor did she want the whole experience with that certain person. The thing about it is that she had no choice. Besides, if she ever were to try something with someone else, she often backed out. Yes, she's talked to Michael about a few experiences that happened, where she was mostly too drunk or high to accept it all.

She has always listened to Michael's stories. Those have always sounded good, he at least cares enough for them to cum first. To bring them just as much pleasure.

And for the best part, he at least cares about consent.

"You've just been dating the wrong guys." She rolls her eyes at him. "What? Will you tell me I'm wrong?" 

"You cannot just say something like that." She groans annoyed. "It's offensive," She mutters right after, feeling slightly offended. His chuckles fill the silent room. "No, we're not gonna fuck." She tells him once he opens his mouth. He closes it immediately and she rolls her eyes at his umpteenth attempt. "It's just becoming a sensitive topic you know." She admits. "I've been single for years now and I don't like simple hookups. They're just a call for disappointment. Besides, with Cal as our friend, my standards are high."

She knows damn well she shouldn't lie to him, but she simply can't help it when it comes down to this. The part that's the most painful is that he gets to know the truth and the lie is less hurtful for both of them. Trust me.

"Al, you're hot, smart, beautiful and did I mention hot?" Alex rolls her eyes while he chuckles. "The right guy will find you, I'm sure of it." Her eyes find his. His green eyes show me nothing but reassurance. "I mean there's a lot of hot guys on my team."

"An odd thing to say." She says, her eyes squinting.

"As your bisexual best friend, I'm allowed to say so."

"Now I'm wondering if you actually ever got a boner from them." She giggles. Michael has been out and open for a long time now and honestly, we all love that for him. That's also one of the reasons why he barely showers at the club, or separately. He loves his team and vice versa but the thought that someone might abandon him only because they're taking a shower? Michael has been very insecure about that.

Besides, before he was out and Luke was more of a dickhead, Luke outed him, and thank fuck Luke felt it later on. Not only by a great hit of his best friend, Ashton, who unlikely of Luke is actually kind. But she may or may not have filled his bottle of lube with numbing gel. The number of curse words he left out for weeks was just too funny.

He deserved it. He's an evil spawn.

Ever since that day Luke had outed him, Michael didn't quite dare to take a shower with the guys anymore. He has never been attracted to one of his teammates (or so he says), nor has he ever seen them in a sexual way. He had been afraid that just any of them would think he'd take a shower to look at them. Michael used to be very insecure and if it were up to him he wouldn't just look at any guy's body or he'll compare himself.

Luke deserved the numbing gel. You can not change my mind.

"Maybe once," Michael admits. "But that was only because he stood up for me." His cheeks flush as he says those words. "They're not attractive to me though, so don't get any fucking ideas in that little head of yours." Alex chuckles as he says that.

"Mike?" He hums in response. "Have you ever done anything with a guy?" Yes, we do share a fair amount of details, but he mostly shared the details he has with girls. He shakes his head and sighs deeply. "Do you think you're ready to take that step?" He shrugs his shoulders at her question.

Michael had always been ready to date girls, to fuck them, to date them, to be exclusive with them. It was something he'd always known. He, later on, figured that it wasn't just girls he is attracted to. But he's very shy and insecure when it comes down to guys. He knows how to please a girl, but he doesn't know shit about pleasing guys.

He does want to learn, he does want to know and he's curious enough for it all. But soon into just dating and getting to know guys, he figured he wasn't as ready for a relationship with a guy as he thought. Only that has been two years ago. She's not going to push him in any form or way, but she wants him to know that she's here with every step he takes.

"Maybe, but I'm not willing to take the time right now." It's quiet for some time until he turns to look at her again. A stupid grin is covering his face and it's getting bigger by the second. "There was a hard sock."

"No fucking way!" she laughs. "I didn't expect anything else, he seems that pathetic."

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hi guys! back at it again with the second chapter! i hope you guys liked it.

also, do you think luke knows that alexis was the one changing the lube for the numbing gel-

loads of love x