A/N: Okay, all of my reviewers requested another chapter, so here it is. It's a bit random, though . . .
Alex turned off the water and stepped of the shower, quickly drying himself and covering his lower body before draping the towel around his neck. P.E. was the last lesson of school and all the other boys, beside himself and Tom, had already dressed and left. He always took as long as possible in the showers; he didn't want anyone to see the scar from his bullet wound.
"So how come you were late this morning?" Tom's voice cut into his thoughts.
Alex shrugged. "Slept late."
Tom frowned minutely, "That's not like you."
"I was up late last night."
Tom opened his mouth, and then froze, his eyes wide. A huge grin spread across his face and he said happily, "Oh yeah, I could tell. Something you want to let me know about, Alex?"
The spy frowned, then looked down at the towel he had taken off of his neck and was holding over one arm – and noticed the skin-coloured powdery smudge clinging to it. He turned to see his reflection in the mirror and, sure enough, there was the hickey, reddish-purple against his pale white skin.
"I'm gonna kill him for this . . ." Alex muttered, tensing when he saw Tom's jaw fall open as he heard his friends quiet words. Alex felt a blush creep across his cheeks and he hurriedly finished dressing, very uncomfortable with the situation.
"Him? You have a boyfriend? " he demanded, face still in shock as he gazed at the blonde.
Alex muttered a quick affirmative as he cheeks got even hotter, striding to the door so fast he was almost running. Tom, however, was too curious to leave him in peace, stating thoughtfully. "Well, that mark does look to big to be from a girl; he must be big bloke, huh?"
"Makes sense, considering he's in his twenties . . ." Alex resisted the urge to slap a hand over his mouth as the remark slipped out. Tom was obviously astounded. The two boys exited the school as the bell rang out, signally the end of the day.
Tom got over his surprise at these revelations quickly enough to bombard Alex with questions, the most prominent being, "So can I meet him?" barely containing his glee as he asked.
"No." Alex said flatly.
Tom visibly deflated, but perked himself back up in less than four seconds, saying in a stage whisper, "Oh, is he in MI6 too?"
Alex glared at him after sweeping his eyes across the immediate area. They were alone at the back of the school, unchaining their bikes for the ride home. "No."
"Well what is he then?"
"Human."
"Ha-ha, very funny." Tom rolled his blue eyes at his best friend's characteristically flippant answer. "But seriously, who is he? Who does he work for? How did you guys meet up?"
Alex sighed, cursing his luck; it always helped him during missions, why had it failed him today? They both got on their bikes, Tom's expression expectant, Alex's resigned. "Let's go through the park," he suggested, "I can tell you there; we won't be overheard."
So they pedalled into the quiet part of town, Tom immediately starting again when he thought they were out of earshot of everyone else. "So what's his name?"
"Wolf."
Tom frowned. "Weird name." He observed, glancing at Alex suspiciously. "It's his code name; I don't know his real one."Alex elaborated.
The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows at that. "Why does he need a code name? You said he wasn't a spy."
"He's not, he's in the SAS." Tom nearly crashed his bike as he stared at his friend. "You're kidding!"
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, you wouldn't, it's just . . . wow. SAS. " Tom was silent for several moments as they pulled into Alex's district. "How did you meet him?"
"Before I went to investigate Herod Sayle, they sent me to the SAS for some quick training so I wouldn't be totally helpless." Alex glanced at the other boy. "I told you, remember?"
Tom nodded, still looking rather surprised. Then he grinned as they entered Alex's street. They both braked and Alex turned a rather accusatory glare on his friend. "Shouldn't you have turned off two roads ago?"
Tom executed a rather good impression of innocent surprise as he said, "Yes, I should've. Whoops." He smirked and leant over the handlebars, gazing at Alex's house up ahead with badly disguised excitement. "Soooo . . . while I'm here, how about we see if your boyfriend's come back to visit, huh?"
Alex growled quietly and said nothing, cycling up to his house, Tom followed close being, like a hyper-active shadow. Unlocking the door after depositing their bikes round the back of the house, the two boys walked into a fight. Literally.
Jack held a wet mop in her hand – probably used to wash the floors, if the lemony smell and the slight dampness of the floors was anything to go by – and was swinging it vigilante style at Wolf. Said SAS member clutched a wooden broom, the kind you used to sweep leaves up, and was defending himself ably against the onslaught.
The man looked up as Jack took a paused for a moment in her attack and spotted the two teenagers standing dumbstruck in the doorway. "Alex –" he began, but got no further as Jack slammed the hard pole of her mop between his legs, prompting both boys observing the scene to wince sympathetically.
"For Christ's sake, woman!" Wolf shouted as he doubled over, to his credit, his voice was only slightly higher than usual. He grunted as the American followed through with a harsh whack to the head.
Alex chose now to intervene, racing over to plant himself between the pained Wolf and his furious guardian. "Whoa, Jack! Calm down! What's going on?"
Wolf straightened himself out and explained, "I came round here to wait for you to get home so I could ask you–"
"To join in an orgy with him and his SAS friends!" Jack screeched.
Alex stared at her in bewilderment before turning back to the soldier, who glared furiously at the redhead, snapping, "That's not what I said!"
He lowered his gaze back to the waiting teenager and swallowed, suddenly looking nervous. Alex looked at him in surprise as he said, "I was wondering if you'd like to spend the weekend with me, at my apartment." He paused for a moment. "The entire weekend."
The significance of what Wolf was suggesting dawned on Alex and his mind went blank. To buy himself some time to think, he turned to face Jack and said, "Where did the orgy come into it?"
The angry housekeeper shouted, "Damn it, Alex, you know what spending the "entire weekend" alone with him means! He said his friends were going to come and join in!"
Wolf glowered at her, hissing, "I did not, I said they might come and visit as they hadn't seen Alex in while!" He reverted his attention, once more, to Alex, an expression of cautious expectation shadowing his face, "Well . . . how about it?"
Alex licked his lips nervously, aware of the growing tension in the atmosphere. He broke the silence after a long minute by saying, "Okay . . . do you want me to come over tomorrow?"
Wolf scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, since I'm here, how about I take you round now?" Alex gulped inaudibly, nodding mutely. That's when he remembered Tom.
He looked over at the other boy, awaiting his reaction to the odd scene he had witnessed, bringing the presence of the unexpected guest to Wolf and Jack's attentions. Tom looked from Alex, to Wolf, to Jack and back again. Eventually, he grinned and said, "Never a dull moment with you, eh, Alex?"
"Shut up, Tom."
A/N: I don't know why, but I like the idea of Jack attacking Wolf with household utensils *shrugs*. I'll probably do one more chapter and that'll be it. Goodbye Jack, it's time to bring on the K-Unit! *dun, dun, dun!*
