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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 0:19:38 GMT
Reid whistled as he stood outside Alex's apartment. He had decided to surprise his crazy Spaniard by coming over. He had missed Jay a bunch since the last time he had saw him. He thought that coming over and spending some time together would make his love happy, not to mention himself.
He reached for the spare key Alex had close to the door. He let himself in, putting the coffee table. He was surprised not to find Alex there when he walked in. "Jay? Jay are you here?"
When he received no answer he looked in Alex's room. He wasn't there either. "Where could he be?" he said loud to himself.
He walked back into the living room and sat on the couch. Alex would show up eventually. He'll just have to wait here until then.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 0:40:06 GMT
"Narwhals, narwhals, swimmin' in the... oshunnn... causin' a... commoshunn..." Alex sang/slurred in an undeniably heavy hispanic accent as he dragged himself out of the elevator. He'd left Chase not too long ago and Merlin knows where. Eyes half closed, he slumped against his front door and fumbled around in his pockets for his key. Gone. Something which didn't surprise him.
"Mierda..." Alex hissed on not finding his spare either. He got through keys way too fast. Shrugging, he whipped out his wand and cast a quick alohomora to click it open. On having his weight pressed up against it, the young man almost spilled into his living room with a loopy giggle. He recovered and kicked the door lazily to a close with his socked foot. His shoes were gone. Being only slip ons they had came off easily and had been forgotten at some point. And he didn't have his shirt either, but he had nicked Chase's and it was probably a bit too big on him.
"Tootieee... Papa's home." Alex sang, stumbling into his kitchen, oblivious to his other guest: Reid. Yawning and scratching his stomach languidly, Alex wandered over to the main area of his apartment. Only then did he see his boyfriend. The young man rubbed his eyes and squinted at the man - this was an illusion at best. Maybe... someone had slipped him something?
"Hello?" Alex mumbled, tilting his head a fraction to the side and peering at Reid with a puzzled expression. "...are you... in my apartment?"
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 0:57:40 GMT
Reid hadn't realized he dozed off until he heard something, or someone, bang against the door. He waited to see what it was or if it would make another noise before getting up. Let's face it, he was too damn comfortable.
He watched as Alex stumbled into the apartment. He wasn't sure where his boyfriend had gotten the shirt, but the was no way it was his. It was far too big for him for one and Reid had never seen it before. As Alex walked into the kitchen completely oblivious to his lover on the couch, Reid noticed that Alex also did not have shoes on. "What the bloody hell happened to him?" He wasn't sure whether to be amused, or worried. Maybe it was a bit of both.
It seemed Alex finally realized he was there as he came out of the kitchen. Reid knew right away that not only was Alex drunk, he was completely shitfaced. "Yes, Jay, I am in your apartment. You see, I can over to surprise you. I thought we could curl up on the couch and watch a movie or something. It seems, however, that you were enjoying yourself elsewhere. Tell me love, where were you tonight?"
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 1:11:44 GMT
This was certainly a surprise. Alex was at a loss at what to say in reply, he sort of just caught words of what Reid was saying. But he couldn't ignore the small feeling of guilt that gnawed away at him. Reid had been here waiting for him? All night? Maybe he did deserve an explanation...
"I was... out." Alex pointed at the door, as if it weren't obvious enough already, but coherent thought was something foreign to Alex right now. "With Chase, see. An' we wen', and we dannnced an'.... he broke my toe. But I fixed it." Leaning his back against the wall for support, he whipped off his cotton socks. When he found these tomorrow they were going to go in the bin. Or burned. Or both, first burned and then the ashes binned.
"I... I... didn't know you were comin' round." Alex rubbed his forearm and cautiously drew closer to Reid, inching slowly until he was in front of him. The young man held his partner's gaze for a moment with his guilty one before quickly looking down. Alex lifted his arm and nudged Reid's knee gently. "We can... still watch a film, no?"
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 1:32:04 GMT
Reid sighed. He really couldn't be too mad Alex. He came over on a whim. He shouldn't have expected his boyfriend to be there. He was here now and Alex obviously needed him to stay. He probably didn't realize just how drunk he actually was. Speaking of which... "Okay, we'll watch a movie. Why don't you go take a quick shower though. You wreak of booze."
He kissed Alex's forehead. "Do you need help or do you think you can handle it by yourself? I don't want you falling over and breaking something else." He thought a shower would be good for Jay. It might sober him up a bit. If not, at least the smell would go away. "Tomorrow we will talk about what went on tonight. Especially how you broke your toe and where the hell you got this shirt."
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 2:01:55 GMT
A shower? At this time? Alex audibly whined in protest and let his shoulders fall slack. He really could not be bothered to jump in the shower right now. But then he probably didn't smell too fresh. Drink, sweat and stale smoke. Reid wouldn't want to get too close to anyone who smelt like a pub at closing time.
"Okay..." Alex sighed, slumping over to his bathroom with heavy steps. "And I'm not a baby... I can do it myselfs." Well, he could most definitely try. And try he did. His shower was rather uneventful if you ignored a single loud thump and then a fit of chuckles. The young man supposed that it was a good idea that Reid had ordered him to bathe because he felt much better afterwards. Cleaner, fresher and he had perked up a bit more, the sluggish haze that fogged his brain had disappated some.
"Nnng." Alex whined, walking into the living room in his sleeping shorts and dragging a blanket lazily behind him. "Smell like vanilla now. Better be happy." He crawled up onto the sofa and pretty much melted into Reid's side. He felt nice on his soft, post-shower skin. Alex felt a small stab of regret on going out tonight - he'd missed a whole evening of this. Just Reid and him. Alex whined in his throat and buried himself in his blanket. Stupid Alex.
"I'm... sorry." He whispered, looking up at his partner with sad eyes. "I prefer this over anything... even food."
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 2:37:07 GMT
Reid almost got up when he heard a loud noise come for the bathroom. He stopped when he heard the laughter that came afterwards. He decided to leave Alex be for now.
Reid smiled at Alex when he came back. He looked exhausted and likely to fall asleep within mins. He wrapped his arm around Alex as he snuggled up. He loved how he smelled. "I'm very happy." He kissed Alex's head and just sat there, loving the feeling of his boyfriend next to him.
He sighed. "Don't be sorry love. I didn't exactly tell you I was coming. Hell I didn't know I was coming until about 5 mins before I came. I have a day off tomorrow so we can just spend tomorrow together instead, if you don't have to work that is."
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 3:01:51 GMT
A whole day tomorrow with Reid. Tomorrow was going to be a promising day then. If Alex wasn't too hungover, of course. The young man cried a little inside. He really shouldn't of gone out. Hadn't he hit the town with Chase, Alex would of been surprised by Reid appearing at his flat, then they would of have an awesome evening, and then an awesome day after. But no, Alex had messed all that up before he even had an inkling of anything. No fair.
"I wish I knew.... you could've came, too." The night probably would of turned out different had Reid've came, that was for sure. Alex supposed that in his partner's presence he'd perhaps be a little more tame when it came to climbing ontop of things, dancing and clothes. "It would've been fun..." And Chase probably would've been the third wheel the whole night and he would of been bored to tears. Alex pressed a large yawn into Reid's neck, letting his minty breath whisper into his hair. He hadn't forgotten to brush his teeth either. The aftertaste of alcohol was sickening after a while.
"Would you ever live here, nene?" Alexander murmured, half asleep, basking in the comforting cocoon of blanket and warmth he had created with Reid. "With me?"
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 3:14:30 GMT
Reid just smiled at his sleepy love. He hadn't really planned to watch a movie. He knew after the shower Alex would likely fall asleep soon, and he was being proved right.
He knew that Alex was upset with himself for not being here. He really shouldn't be. "Babe, it's fine, really. I think you and Chase probably needed to get out and if I had come Brent would have too. Otherwise Chase would have felt left out and would have gotten whiny. He's my best friend, but I just want to hex him when he gets all whiny and pouty," he chuckled.
Reid was a little surprised by what Alex said. He wasn't sure if his boyfriend really knew what he was saying, he was half asleep after all. In truth if would love nothing more than to come home to Alex every night. But Reid didn't want to be hurt if Alex didn't remember it in the morning. He decided to go the safe route with his reply. "Love, are you sure? I mean, you aren't just talking in your sleep are you?"
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 3:35:19 GMT
"Whiny and pouty..." Alex repeated with a low, lazy chuckly. All four of them were whiny and pouty. Others more than some but they all were guilty of it in some degree. If Alex didn't complain or pull a face in the whole day then he was either ill or really just didn't care. "For being a drummer... tha' guy has no sense of rhythm. Legs bound and hands tied, I'd still be the better dancer."
Alex was sleepy. But by no means was he talking in his sleep. He was fully aware(ish) of what he was saying. It was something that had been on his mind the past couple of days. Alex felt like if he were to come home and be able to find Reid there, his days would only be good.
"Mm-huh." Alex hummed with a small bob of his head. "Or... is it too fast? I'm... not too good with these things... I've never, y'know... never had anything like this." He could feel cheeks glowing, this wasn't anything that none of the band members didn't know already. Alex hadn't had a serious relationship until he was twenty-five and Chase hadn't gotten laid until he was twenty-five. No biggie. In Alex's eyes Chase was the worse one off out of the two.
"My flat isn't much but... y'know... I dun know. Am I goin' about this wrong?" Alex's eyes were fully closed now and if he were to nestle any closer into Reid he was sure their bodies would fuse together or something. "Maybe... I'm rambling. Tired, nene."
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 3:50:17 GMT
Reid chuckled. He knew exactly how bad Chase was at dancing. It just wasn't pretty. He's not all that surprised he broke Alex's toe, though he knew Chase felt bad about it...probably.
He looked down at Alex. He knew that Alex probably meant what he said. It might be a little fast, but in reality they had love each other for years. It was only recently that they actually had the balls to say something about it.
He kissed Alex's head and rest his cheek against it. "Under normal circumstances I would say it's a little fast, but I don't think that's the case for us. We've loved each other for a long time. We were just couldn't bring ourselves to say anything about it."
Reid yawned, not all that odd since he did fall asleep waiting. "How about we finish this conversation in the morning. We both could use a good nights sleep." He didn't give time for Alex to reply. He knew Alex likely couldn't walk to bed himself so he picked him up and carried him to bed. It wasn't like it was a burden or anything. Reid loved holding his little Jay bird close to him.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 4:24:43 GMT
Well, that wasn't a no. But it wasn't a yes either. It was as if Reid just skipped around the question. Alex had nothing against discussing this tomorrow when he had sobered up properly but that was the problem - would he even have the guts to bring this up again? Stupid alcohol and the faux valor it gave.
"Sure, nene, whatever you want." Alex tried and failed to contain an amused chuckle on being picked up. This was the second time in a single night that someone had scooped him up in their arms. And he wasn't about to complain either. It was nice. Even if the room did swim for a fleeting moment and made Alex grip onto Reid and his blanket a teensy bit tighter.
On his bed, Alex pressed his face into his sheets and breathed in the lemony freshness. Should his bedcovers ever smell of anything other than that, Alex wouldn't sleep in his bed. Sheets that weren't clean, weren't comfortable, end of. Rolling on his back, Alex stared at the ceiling while the room felt like it was spinning.
"Reid, what if..." Alex's head lolled to the side to gaze at his partner, a coy smile tugging on the corner of his pink lips. "...what if I don't want to sleep just yet?" If Reid hadn't taken him up of his verbal offer of sharing a pad, then he'd have a shot at making the man want nothing more than snuggling up with Alex at the end of the day, every day.
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 4:39:14 GMT
Reid placed Alex on the bed and giggled. The way Alex automatically stuck his nose in the sheets was cute.
Reid stepped back and started unbuttoning his shirt. That is, until Alex decided to make his comment. The rational part of his mind told him that it wouldn't be a good idea. Alex had a problem with getting drunk then jumping into bed with someone. He needed to break that little habit of his...mostly. The other part of his mind was telling him that this was Alex, the man he loved. There was no problem with spending an intimate night with his boyfriend. At least it was him Alex was in bed with, not some random person, or worse, Chase.
He turned his attention to Alex and in one look, he knew his decision had been made for him.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 5:04:22 GMT
Alex lay there with his head on the pillow, watching Reid pop the buttons to his shirt with a demure smile. Then... he stopped? Alex tilted his head to the side a touch. He could swear that the man looked consumed in thought. Which was rather unnerving. Alex hadn't said anything bad, had he?
"Nene?" The Spaniard inquired, pushing himself up to a seat and scooting along the length of the bed so he was in front of Reid. "Here. Lemme help." His hands batted away his boyfriend's and he took it upon himself to finish unbuttoning the ones Reid hadn't got around to with his nimble fingers. One they were all undone, Alex looked up at him with a warm, intense gaze while he ran his hands over his front.
"Little bit better?" His eyes fell again to gaze at Reid's torso before letting them flutter to a close, leaning forward and peppering his front with light, teasing kisses. "Or we could just... go sleep." Mumbled Alex when his lips had trailed precariously close to Reid's waistband. He lingered there for a brief moment before going back up, decorating his front with a few more kisses and a playful nip. Alex pulled back with the shadow of a smirk flitting across his lips. How he loved to tease Reid. It was his favorite game so far.
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 22, 2012 5:20:55 GMT
Reid looked down as Alex batted his hand away. Was he that slow at getting undressed or something?
He didn't ponder that too long as he realized Alex was done. He closed his eyes as Alex placed little kissed along his chest. That man sure knew how to get what he wanted. Reid almost said something but it completely left his mind as Alex traveled south. Almost...damn. "Bloody tease."
He opened his eyes and looked at his love. Oh two could play that game. He pushed Alex back on the bed and claimed over him. He settled himself between Alex's legs, kissing up the Spaniard chest. When he reached Alex's neck he sucked on his pulse point, not enough to bruise though. Those marks he would leave where no one could see but him.
He smirked as he rolled off Alex, laying next to him. "Sleep is probably a good idea."
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