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Curiosity Killed the Cat ...	By : anandablack2002 Category: A through F > Artemis Fowl Views: 3260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had taken Alex Rider several months to get over the trauma of his last mission, and even then he knew he would never be the same. This one had been his hardest yet by a long shot, and it hadn’t helped that M16 and other various agencies were trying to rope him into another mission for some reason or another. It was his “duty to his people to save the world,” or some such other nonsense. Alex wanted none of it though. He was completely through with missions and secrets and putting his life in danger. He was just a kid, and he wanted to salvage what little he had left of his adolescence and try out a “normal” life, or what could pass as one, with just him and Jack.
Jack Starbright. She had been there every step of the way for Alex. She tried to help in any way possible, and Alex didn’t know if he’d have made it without her. Despite her age, she had been as much a parental figure as she had a friend. Jack had just sat with him when he couldn’t talk and would listen when he needed to talk. Alex had no friends anymore, simply acquaintances. There was no way for someone to go through what Alex had and not change. For what used to be his friends, the change was too much, and he felt like an outsider. But he needed an outlet and Jack gratefully gave him one, even if it hurt her to hear what had happened, what went on in his head. Alex thought that it was because they’re talks that they had grown so much closer than before. Perhaps it was because of this newfound familiarity that Jack had grown so protective of him, but whatever the reason it came of no surprise when Jack proposed they move to get away from all the bad memories.
They had only been in Dublin for a month when he had bumped into Artemis Fowl around town. Both had been eating out at some restaurant or another when they had both noticed each other. The teenage spy had noticed the huge bodyguard following Artemis and found it odd. The genius had noticed the legendary Alex Rider from when he had hacked into the M16 database looking for his file. Their strange friendship started with Artemis’ “Alex Rider, a pleasure to finally meet you.” Alex followed him home that day to have a chat with the strange boy … and kept coming over almost every other day.
It was a strange arrangement they had. Both boys had secrets and oddly respected that, despite the fact that it was their curiosity of each other that drew them together. Neither went snooping anymore than necessary, of course. Each knew the boundaries, and not to cross them. But Alex had never spent the night at the Fowl Manor until tonight. Jack had had some difficulty with her visa and needed to go back to the United States to fix the problem for a few days. She had urged Alex to find somewhere to stay, just so she’d know he was safe. Alex didn’t feel the need to tell her that he had survived several death threats by some of the of the world’s deadliest criminal organizations. Somehow he didn’t think that quell her concern for his safety. Instead, Alex had ended up packing an overnight bag and headed for Artemis’ “house.”
The first night had been quite normal, if that’s what you can call anything that a (ex) criminal mastermind and teenage spy do normal. Alex had slept in a room of his own choosing a few doors down from Artemis’. It was comfortable, not as big as some of the other guest rooms in the manor, but certainly not small by any means. The bedroom had just felt like home to Alex, and despite his ability to sleep anywhere when needed, this room had just called to him. All in all, it had been a decent affair, and breakfast was no different. While Mr. And Mrs. Fowl were out of town, Juliet and Butler were still around, as well as a few servants that Mrs. Fowl had convinced her husband to hire. At some point in the day, Alex had made a joke about seeing Artemis’ room, for it had been months, and now he was sleeping over, and he had yet to see the other boy’s bedroom. Artemis had been in Alex’s several of times when they had been at Alex’s place. It had never really seemed like a big deal before this one joke, but the way Artemis had reacted had that inquisitive side that got him into the whole M16 business ready to go …
“I do believe I’ve been so generous as to let you in my house, so if you’ll kindly let me work,” Artemis was testy today. It only served to amuse Alex more so than he was already.
“Fine. I’ll just go wander the house a bit then. See what rooms I haven’t had the privy of exploring yet. You know seeing what trouble I can get into. Like your room. I’ve never been in there you know-” Artemis tensed when his room was mentioned and cut Alex off.
“You’re not allowed in there for a reason.”
Alex had left shortly after that and waited several hours before going in search of Artemis’ room. Obviously it was something important, and he wanted to know. It was as if he had anyone to tell, really.
It took Alex several about ten minutes to find the bedroom from the part of the house he had wandered into (a library of some sort), and a couple more to decide on whether he should follow through with his plan. He just wanted to see what was so special about it. He looked around several times and hoped Artemis wasn’t watching his cameras before entering the room. Alex had found it odd that, for someone who was so insistent that nobody would enter, he left the door unlocked, and made sure to close the door silently behind him. What he found inside was rather unremarkable in that it was like all the other rooms in the house: neat, orderly, and spacious. Alex walked to the center of the room and took a good look around. Aside from a bed that was exceedingly large for one person with clothes laid out for tomorrow on it, a wardrobe, a bookcase with a built in desk and a computer, and a full-length mirror, there was little else. There were, however, several doors leading off the room. Artemis went for the largest door on the other side of the room. Something, something of interest must be in this room for Artemis to fret about seeing his room so much.
Behind the door was a walk-in closet about the size of the room he had just left, filled to the brim with suits of all sorts, polished shoes, and cast off in one corner as if banished from the rest of the closet were everyday wear. Alex smiled at the thought of Artemis in those clothes. The image, unfortunately, could not be conjured.
Click.
Alex tensed. Someone was opening a door. Shit. He shut the door of the closet he was in. Thankfully, there was a hole underneath the knob that he could look through to see the occupants of the adjacent room. He bent down, hoping the person didn’t decide to take a stroll in Artemis’ closet. Alex Rider suddenly wished he hadn’t looked. What he had seen was enough to make his mouth go dry.
Artemis Fowl was on the other side of the door coming from what seemed like the bathroom, looking very wet, and with only a towel wrapped around his waist. And he was beautiful.
“Shit.” Alex had never really thought about dating, going out, or anything really of the sexual nature since Sabrina, and even then he had only been interested in her as just hanging out with her. He’d never thought about her … that way. Hell, he just focused on what he was feeling when he had gotten off those few times in the shower. He’d never thought about anyone. Alex had thought he was straight up until he’d seen Artemis in all his glory. It had struck him, and struck him hard. He didn’t know what to do, except look through the hole again.
Artemis was looking through a nightstand next to his bed, towel pooled around his feet where he stood, back facing Alex. Oh wow … No! Not going that way. I’m just watching so I know when I can leave. Whatever his intentions, Alex could not help but notice the lithe figure of the other boy, nor the careful grace with which he moved. Artemis’ usually coal black hair was made somehow even darker by the water that still clung to his hair and body. And while he would never win an award for anything athletic, Alex found Artemis’ body something to be desired in all its slight and almost effeminate elegance (and only Artemis Fowl could look elegant with nothing on).
The trapped boy had no idea what the other was doing, Alex just hoped he would get dressed soon and leave. Until then, he would just have to watch to see when he would be able to leave. He looked through the hole again, only to find Artemis done trying to find whatever it had been in the drawer, and now sitting on the bed, calmly drying himself off. The boy was by no means muscular, but he wasn’t all skin and bones either. He was lean, graceful, and elegant. Almost everything he did had a sense of purpose to them. Alex would almost call him beautiful. Right in the midst of Alex’s contemplation of his friend, two things happened. The first was Alex had shifted from his position into a better one and realized just how hard he had become, and felt the embarrassment show on his face, not that anyone could see. At the same moment, the towel that had been sitting in Artemis’ lap was now being used to dry his hair, leaving Alex a good look at what Artemis had to offer. And he was not disappointed.
Alex didn’t know what he was expecting, but this certainly wasn’t it. Artemis was bigger than him, he was sure of it. And Artemis was hard. Something else, Alex wasn’t expecting. Oh god, did this mean … ?
Artemis had finished drying off and was now lying down on the bed, picking up something next to him on the bed. Lube then. What he’d gotten from the drawer, Alex realized. Artemis squirted some of the lube in his hand, rubbing it in his hands before wrapping his hand around his member and slowly stroking. If at all possible, Alex got even harder and hardly anything had happened. Alex grabbed the crotch of his pants, tying to keep his arousal down to a minimum, and looked back to the boy genius. He was flushed now, his face, his chest, even his shaft seemed to have a pink tinge to it. He was breathing heavier now, even if he was stroking himself at the same speed, still setting up a rhythm. Unconsciously, Alex’s hand started moving at the same, slow, tortuous rhythm. Only when his hips started bucking into his hand did he realize what he was doing, and he quickly stopped before he started getting vocal. He could never help it when he came; he was loud regardless of what he did. If he were to be found not only spying on Artemis at such an intimate moment but also getting off on it, all hell would break loose. Artemis would have nothing to do with him-
“Uhn …”
It took Alex a while to realize that it had been Artemis, not himself, that had made the noise. He went back to looking at through the hole in the door. Artemis’ lithe fingers were fondling his balls now, delving further between his legs, making Alex think of just what it would be like to do that for him. And then they hit him. Image after image after image. Since seeing Artemis come out of the bathroom, wet and with little on, Alex had been trying keep his imagination at bay, but Artemis’ soft moaning was just too much for the poor, deprived teenage spy.
… Soft, burning touches running the length of his body …
… A pink tongue making it’s way along the inside of a thigh …
… Fingertips wrapped around the base of his dick …
Alex’s hand flew to his pants, unable to retain control over his needs anymore. His hips bucked into his hands once again. So close, oh, he was so close. All he needed to do was slip his hands into his pants, to eliminate the layer of clothing between his hands and his hard, throbbing, member. But dammit, he needed to wait until Artemis was done with himself and out of the room before giving into his needs. He was too damn curious about how the great Artemis Fowl II acted when he gave into more common activities and came. It seemed Alex didn’t have to wait long, as Artemis started speeding up his ministrations, panting harder. He couldn’t last much longer. Alex certainly couldn’t.
“God … oh …” Artemis bit his lip, his frown deepening as he tried to prolong just how long he could last. One hand slid slowly up his body, gently running up his stomach and chest, coming to rest on his nipples. His fingers pinched and teased them into hard little nubs that Alex could see from his hiding spot in the closet. Artemis’ other hand was quickly pumping his cock, squeezing tighter if his knuckles were anything to go by. His hips were moving up into his hand of their own accord now, and a thin sheet of sweat covered Artemis’ forehead.
“Uh … uh …” Artemis’ moaning was getting louder, and Alex Rider had never found anything sexier than the little noise emitting from the other boy’s throat. It was in that moment that Alex lost control. He slid his pants just past his hips, not bothering with buttons or zippers. He needed release, and he needed it now. At this moment in time, Alex couldn’t care less about being caught. His hand wrapped around his throbbing member of it’s own accord and started its sweet torture. He steadied himself with his other hand, using the door for leverage. With the images his mind was creating and those sinful moans coming from the other side of the door, Alex was sure he wouldn’t last more than a minute, if that.
“God.” Alex didn’t understand how Artemis was able to for words still, but he wasn’t about to complain. He spit into his hand to have some lubrication before speeding up to match the other boy’s rhythm. Faster, faster, faster. He was sure his lip was bleeding from biting it to keep from voicing his pleasure. And then it happened.
“Alex …” That was all he needed to go over the edge. Both boys came at the same time, and Alex had never cum so hard in all his teenage years. Through it all, he forced himself to keep his eyes open as he watched Artemis, and it was beautiful. The way his back arched on the bed, the way he moaned his name (his name!), everything about him. Alex would have never thought something like this would have occurred, and immediately realized what he had done, what had just happened.
“Shit.”
He, Alex Rider, had just jerked off in his friend’s closet … to said friend jerking himself off … to him, Alex Rider. It took him a minute to realize the implications of what this meant, and it meant many things. One, he was bisexual, if not gay. Two, he obviously found his best friend attractive. And three, the feelings were mutual. Wow.
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