It's late, pitch black outside through the windows, Alex is in his bedroom. He's woken up by a loud banging against the wood of the cabin front door. He's up and out of bed quickly getting his prosthetics on before he's walking towards the door, but his leg wont let him move much faster than what he's already moving. There's another loud noise coming from the front door. And the nocking seems urgent, like who ever it is, is going to brake down the door if Alex doesn't let them in.

"Just a minute."

His voice shouts back, loud enough so that whomever it is can know he's on his way to letting them in. The noise stops. When he opens the door, to say he's confused isn't enough. There is a Kyle Valenti at his door.

"Valenti, l ...",

Alex goes to say, but he hasn't got much time to say anything else or process anything else before Kyle is barging in, coming so fast at him, he nearly falls back. Kyle's grabbing the back of his head and crushing there lips together, and Alex knows this feeling all too well. The feeling of needing to be close, putting everything unsaid into a kiss. It's how he had felt when he'd gone to see Michael at his caravan, when they had slept together for the first time, after ten years. There was so much said that day, without words, and just like this now. A thought crosses his mind. Why does he always go for guys that are much better at talking with there lips and mouths, than words.

It's not long before they make it into Alex's room, nearly stumbling a few times, but the need to be close, lips on lips, is far more important than if they fall over at this point. Before he knows it, he's got Kyle pinned up against his closed wooden bedroom door. Thankful that they close the hatch to the bunker underneath at night, where Rosa was no doubt fast asleep in her bed. And Alex sure is happy that the bunker is sound proof, there's no way Rosa is going to hear them upstairs. Kyles is pushed up against the wooden white bedroom door frame, again.

"You got it wrong, if anyone is going to bend anyone over, its going to be me"

Alex says, with way too much lust in his voice. He's never Heard himself sound like this before, not even with Guerin. He doesn't even wait a minute, before his hands work fast to get Kyle Jean's off and his own PJ trousers off, which he usually slept in, he undoes the string of the black striped trouser before he moves back to Kyle. Only moving away again, just long enough to grab the lube and condom off of the chest of draws on the side, by the bedroom door. Immediately he wants to be back there. Pressed up against Kyle. He pulls the other mans underwear down and before he knows it, he's pushing into Kyle, and all he wants to do, all he can even think about, in that second, is how he wants to move so badly. The only thing making the blood rush down south even more, from being inside Kyle - is the noise Kyle let's out when he pushes in. Kyle's hands going back to grab hold of Alex hips and urgently pushing them even closer together. Fuck Kyle breathes out, face flushed pink and a combination of moans and deep breathing as Alex moves for the first time.

-x-

Alex's breathing is deep and heavy as he quickly sits up in bed, and there has been way too much of this lately, he tells himself. What was he, a fucken teenager all over again. How many dreams was he going to have to wake up to, of Kyle fucken Valenti before he finally did something about it. And confronted the other man. It's not like he didn't know the other man wanted him. What was he waiting for. He took too long taking what he wanted with Michael, was he really going to do the same with Kyle. He thinks to himself mentally. Wasn't he done with waiting to get what he wanted, promised himself with his next relationship he wasn't going to wait as long as he did with Michael. Relationship he thinks to himself, and gives a little laugh at that. He's got to talk to Kyle first before that could happen. He just hoped it wasn't going to take another ten years again.

-x-

Its early in the morning when he goes to the wild pony. As expected the bar is void of any life, apart from Maria, who was behind the bar.

"Hey girl",

Alex says as he takes a seat at the bar.

"Can I get you a beer?"

Maria smiles, looking him over. He agrees with a nod of his head.

"On the house."

She says, as she opens the bottle top.

"So, who is he?"

Maria enquires, with a knowing smile on her face.

"How do you do that?"

Alex asks, because Maria never failed to know when he was having boy troubles.

"I'm a psychic, remember."

She says pouring herself a shot of something into a shot glass.

"Well, this ones complicated."

He says with a sigh.

"Even more complicated than Michael Guerin?"

She says with a raised eyebrow. She grabs his palm, reading his hand.

"Oh, you really like this one."

She says taking his chin in her hand, showing support. Yeah, tell me about it. He thinks as he recalls the dream. I can't stop having sex dreams about the guy. Except this wasn't some guy, this was Kyle Valenti, once best friend, turned bully in high school, to now, sex dreaming fantasy. He thinks in his head, but doesn't say out loud, he was never one to over share, preferred to keep certain things to himself, and this was defiantly one of those things. For the last week, hed had at least one sex dream a night. Which always ended with him waking up ridiculously hard and having to finish himself off in the bathroom, just to relieve some pressure from down below.

"Just message him, set up a date, get that pent up sexual tension out of your system."

She says turning around to the bar to check what stock she needed for the night. It was Friday morning and in a few hours the wild pony would start to come to life for the start of the weekend. Maria was right, and not for the first time either. He was glad they were talking again. It had been months since Michael had stood him up, and Alex wasn't an idiot, he knew exactly where Alex had gone. A part of him knew him and Guerin wouldn't be going back to where they were before. It was when he first saw Maria's chain stuck in Guerin's boot, that he'd realised they were finished.

It had been months, but he finally forgave them and wanted nothing but happiness for them both. He remembers Guerin at the wild pony. A flashback to him and Michael coming to mind.

"Shouldn't a break up involve some sort of pyrotechnics, break some stuff. Really make it feel over."

And then he remembers his reply to Michael, all over again.

"Sometimes the world ends with a whimper, Guerin."

If he's honest with himself, they had been breaking up for a long time coming. And finally after months had past, he felt like they where finally at a place, where they both had moved on.

-x-

It had been a few hours since his conversation with Maria. Three beers down and he finally had the courage. Alex takes a swing of his beer and gets his phone out.

"Meet me at my place today, when you can. Rosa is fine, just gotta talk."

The message read, and it felt like forever that he hadn't gotten a reply. He's walking up to the bar from one of the tables he was sat at, as he goes to place his empty bottle down on top of the bar and get another one, when he hears the phone, he has had in his hand for the last half an hour go off.

"You want another one?"

He hears Maria say, in which he hums in agreement to, but he's only half listening as he reads the message on his phone.

"Meet you after work, I got rounds at the hospital. I'll come as soon as my shift is over."

Something comes washing right over him, and he knows exactly what it is. He was nervous.

-x-