'He…' Paul Drevin was at the neverglade, where he and his father lived, and now, supposedly Alex Rider. A young boy involved with the cia, and MI6. Paul could never really talk to anyone, because there was no one to talk to. But when this fair haired boy arrived, his heart leap a-thousand miles. Presently, the cia arrested drevin and he was sentenced to death. The young boy was explained to about this incident. His father had been a large, international criminal. And now, alex was staying at the neverglade. Jack was going to come pick him up, but the last survivor of the force three caught jack shopping the day of the arrest. She was shot in the leg and had to immeadietly go to the hospital. The doctors said that she was not well enough to be seen, and probably not for a while. Alex had nowhere to go, and he desperately needed the comfort of his Russian friend. So he stayed. This is day 1 of the news sinking in. (Living room) Alex was trying to distract himself from the lingering thoughts in his head by playing Sudoku. Paul was studying him in his peripheral vision. Both of the them spoke at once. "I'm sorry about your.." Alex continued. "I'm sorry about your dad. You don't deserve what happened…" Alex tried to hide his face with his hair.
"Im sorry of what happened to your guardian…" Paul said in a calming voice. Alex was still too delicate and he knew that. But even so, he heard a low whisper of a sob coming from the boy. "P-Please, don't cry." Paul pleaded as alex tried to reconstruct himself. "I-Im alright." He spoke with a nervous shake. Paul went over and sat next to the boy, feeling a tingling in his stomach. Alex did as well. They both started blushing a deep red. Paul leaned against Alex's shoulder. "Cause when you do, it feels like you are broken, and I want to fix you." Alex blushed even deeper. He was no more than a centimeter apart. Alex softly panted, knowing that 'fix' meant something else entirely. Paul knew all of the servants were off on their duties. Paul put a hand against the boys chest, which made alex softly moan. He knew he wanted him. Paul stood up next to alex, taking in the nervous boy. He leaned in and ran his fingers up and down his sides. A trickle of pleasure went down alex's spine. He leaned in and touched his lips with his. Paul and alex started panting harder. Alex slightly opened his mouth, pleading for him to dive in. Paul granted this request and entered the cave. Their tongues intertwined, followed with loud moans and and squeels of pleasure. Alex wanted more. He slightly grinded his groin against paul's leg and leaked his name. Paul understood and did the same. They both groaned at the action. Paul stopped. "I-I, don't want to go any further. I don't want to start to do something we will regret. I….. get too… aroused, around you…" Alex frowned. "You're probably right…" Paul hugged him tightly. "I… l-love you…" he said, running his fingers through alex's hair. Alex replied, "I-I l-l-love you too, paul." With a jolt of happiness. "You fixed me."