So after 2.5 years of inactivity, I'm back!

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Alex ripped himself away from Aaron's lips. "Nope. Nope, nope, nope," he said, starting to pace back and forth around the kitchen. "This is bad. This is really, really bad."

"What do you mean?" Aaron asked, inching closer to the pacing man. "That kiss was the exact opposite of 'bad' - it was terrific."

"Yes, it was." Alex stopped pacing and looked directly into Aaron's eyes. "But I'm in love with John, okay? Kissing you was a mistake. 100% a mistake."

A part of Aaron wanted to debate whether the kiss was a mistake or not, but the other part of him wanted to let go of the whole thing. "Oh," he spat out, not knowing what else to say. "Well, um, do you want me to drive you somewhere else, or do you want just to relax here?"

Alex resumed pacing. "I mean, if I go to John's house, I would probably make a fool out of myself; if I go to Eliza's house, I'll have to listen to her talking about Maria; if I stay here…" Alex stood still, turning slowly toward Aaron. "...I might just want to kiss you again."

Aaron made his way around the kitchen and to the living room. "Alex," he said assertively, placing his hands on Alex's shoulders. "As much as I would love to do that again, you're with John. I don't want to be the homewrecker here."

Alex tilted his head, confused. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm telling you that, if you want to be with John, be with him. But, if you want to kiss me at the same time, you'll have to choose one or the other."

Conflicted, Alex sat down onto the living room sofa, Aaron following him. "Well," Alex began, clearing his throat, "what if I don't know what I want right now?" He gave Aaron a pleading look, gently placing his finger on Aaron's chest. "What will you do to help me figure it out, Mr. Burr?"

Alex's hand drifted from Aaron's chest to his inner thigh. A moan was released under Aaron's breath as Alex's hand approached closer and closer to Aaron's bulge. "Or, maybe the right question is," Alex added, "what will I do for you?"

The fingertips of Alex's hands brushed the denim covering Aaron's dick. "Please," Aaron mumbled, his eyes closed. "Just do it."

"Do what, exactly?" Alex gently grabbed the zipper of Aaron's jeans. "Do you want me to-?"

"Alexander." Aaron's tone became demanding. "Unzip. Now."

Alex smirked. "If I unzip, then what will you do for me?" He started to slowly pull down the zipper, revealing Aaron's light blue boxers.

Aaron opened his eyes and said, "I'll return the favor once you finish." He hung his legs in front of the couch, allowing Alex to do what he commanded.


"So?" Mulligan asked. "What did he say?"

John dropped his phone onto the ground and laid back on his bed. "He said he loved me," he mumbled in an emotionless tone, "but he's at Aaron's house."

"Wait. What?!" Mulligan stood up from the bean bag chair, confused and enraged. "Why aren't you gonna do anything about this, then?"

"Because, Mulligan." John rose and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm very hungover, my ass hurts, and I feel like throwing up every 10 minutes."

"Did you ever find out why he was at Laff's house?"

John shook his head. "What do you think they were doing?"

Mulligan shrugged, just as uninformed as John was. "I don't know, man. But I know that both Laff and Alex are too loyal to even think about cheating."

Burying his head in his hands, John mumbled, "Yeah. I guess you're right."

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~MJ