You ball up your fist in anger, absolutely infuriated with Alex's attitude problem, not thinking straight, and slam it right into his relaxed abdominal muscles.
CRACK!
You're immediately recoiling back from pain. It felt like you might as well have tried to punch through a stone wall. He wasn't even flexing and you are in utter agony as you reel back in pain, groaning as you nurse it carefully. But you aren't focused on just that for long as you're met with another fist, this time right into your own stomach, instantly putting you on the ground.
Alex stands over you with a disdained, angry look on his face, "What the hell brought that on?" he asks, in a cold fury. "Seriously, what the hell got into you all of a sudden? I grow muscle faster and all of a sudden you're getting pissy with me over it? I've done nothing to you this WHOLE time, and you still try and act like this?"
"Alex! Something is wrong, I don't know why but-" before you can continue he reaches down and clamps his hand over your mouth.
"Quiet." he says with an intent that makes you wonder if you'll even survive what you just did to him, "I get it. You're jealous. Anyone would be. I've understood that for awhile. I thought we'd reached an understanding, but apparently not. I only hit you once because you only hit me once."
He lets go of your mouth and stands up, sighing and thinking for a few moments. You stare up at him. It's a bit hard to deny he looks like a young Adonis. His shoulders are broad, arms thick, pecs heavy, and legs looking oh-so-powerful. A real young alpha standing in front of you, of that, there is no doubt.
To appease him, you chance something, and kiss at his feet, giving a quick, reverent smooch to each one, which he finds bemusing, looking down at you over his pecs and smirking. Alex lifts a foot up and kicks sand in your face, causing you to suddenly cough and sputter as the granules get in your eyes, nose, and mouth, causing him to laugh a bit at you.
"Sheesh that was quick. I didn't even tell you to do anything and yet you kissed my feet like that. It's kinda sad, but good on you I guess for trying to appease me so quickly." he laughs a bit more, "So I guess that just leaves me with the choice of what to do with you, bro."
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