A/N: Title and fic is inspired from the song Temporary Fix, but the song in the fic is Kiwi. So listen to both while reading, it will give you the feels ;)

My Temporary Fix
(Secret Santa gift fic for Ezabellaa)

It was 24th December, Christmas Eve, the Russian team was having a customary dinner. Even though the country celebrated Christmas on January 7, but the team wasn't of orthodox Christians following the Julian calendar. Well, who were they kidding? They weren't even a bit religious; orthodox or catholic, it didn't matter.

Mirth laughter and drinks were being passed among the seven of them. Tala, Kai, Bryan, Spencer, Ian and Bryan's and Spencer's sisters, Irina and Anya.

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

Tala looked at platinum blonde under his (god awfully beautiful) eyelashes and smirked. Irina was concentrating hard on her chicken breast. And that irked him. So he pushed his socked feet at hers to get her attention. The Russian girl looked up with her brow raised a bit. The expression wasn't much, but being Bryan's sister, her face was scarily stern at times. Her high ponytail (which will be loosened soon, Tala thought) added to the cold expression.

Tala just shrugged and winked, after quickly checking around the table. Irina subtly rolled her eyes and slightly shook her head, her eyes focusing back to her food. Albeit pretending to be annoyed, she had a small smile on her lips. Tala smugly continued chewing.

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it
I'm kind of into it
It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

"Here," The redhead gave his companion his glass of martini. Irina looked at him with raised eyebrows, blinking owlishly, but took the glass from him.

"Why aren't you with someone?" She asked, her voice barely being audible over the club music.

Tala leaned in a bit, "The question is, why you aren't with the one you came?"

Irina took a sip, "He's somewhere, prolly crying with a bruised eye and a bloody nose."

"Reason?"

"Cheated on me."

Tala raised his eyebrows in surprise. There was one thing called cheating on an Abbey girl and get beaten, and there was another thing called cheating on Bryan Kuznetsov's equally hot-headed sister and get beaten. The second one was clearly more brutal. He pitied the ex, not much though.

Irina sighed and slid the empty glass on the bar counter. "I wanted to get laid tonight."

Tala turned completely to face Irina and bracketed her between him and the counter. "You still can."

She looked at with a questioning look and got half-lidded eyes filled with lust. The blonde slid her hands up his chest to his lean shoulders and rested them behind his neck. She pulled him forwards and whispered, "You're just a rebound." And crushed her lips on his.

Tala moaned lowly and grabbed her waist, pushing her body closer than it could. "Fine by me." He whispered back and kissed her again, this time his tongue sweeping in.

It's New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up
When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she's such an actress

"Tala!" Someone just shouted his name. Well someone had been calling him for the last three minutes. He didn't care, he was thinking. His thoughts were way more important, it's his thoughts after all.

His lazily glided his eyes to see who called him. It was Ian. "What, midget?" He asked, annoyed.

"'M not a midget. And you're deaf." Ian retorted.

"If you had not shouted, I would've heard." Tala gritted his teeth.

"Tala," Anya interjected before the duo could start fighting for real. "We were thinking of going clubbing after. What about you?"

"Clubbing? In this temperature? It's prolly minus five degrees outside." He was used to the cold, but it didn't mean he pranced around when even the driveway was covered with a foot deep of snow.

"I know, right. I've been saying the same thing." Kai said. Tala raised his eyebrows at his best friend. He knew Kai wouldn't agree to go clubbing regardless of the temperature. The boy was anti-social, it was simple.

"We're not going to be on the streets, you fragile muffins." Bryan rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be out of the house, into the car, which has a heater for your information, and then into the club which won't be cold because of the mass of people."

"Listen, it's alright you both don't wanna go. You can stay, we'll go. No need to argue." Spencer, the dad of the team, said calmly.

"Now, who wants desserts?" Anya chirped. The girl had a serious case of sweet tooth, Tala thought.

Driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it
I'm kind of into it
It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

Tala sighed in post-orgasm bliss. Irina came up and straddled his waist. She leaned and kissed him, entwining her manicured fingers into his loosened hair. He just took a shower, which meant his hair was out of their usual gelled aeroplane-winged style. They were side-swept and wavy, falling smoothly above his neck.

"Why are we doing this?" Irina asked breathlessly, leaning her forehead against his.

Tala gave her a lopsided smug grin, "Great question to ask after blowing me off." She pursed her lips and leaned back to fold her arms.

"You were sporting a boner in those skinny white jeans." Extremely skinny white jeans that Tala bought from the women's section, because the fashion industry is sexist and doesn't make jeans skinny enough for men. Anyway, no one needs to know that his lean body looks good because of the clothes made for another gender.

"You were wearing that bikini top." Well, she wasn't to blame. They were in Rio for leg two of the championships, and it was HOT. And humid. Too humid for his taste, which is why Tala was cosily laying in his hotel room, with air con at 24 degree Celsius. What? He hated the heat, but didn't want to catch hypothermia either.

"Fair enough." Irina shrugged and started kissing down his throat.

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet

"Thanks for the cake, Anya. We would never have eaten a good homemade cake with the horrible baking skill around here." Spencer said, getting glares from his teammates in return. He ignored it.

"Wow, Spence, that's a low blow." Irina snickered. She looked at Tala and smirked at the way his ears reddened. She wasn't just eating cake, because to Tala, she was sucking off the fork teasingly. "But the cake is really good, Anya."

"Thank you. But Bryan and Kai did help." Anya said. This received Spencer smug grins from both the boys.

"No they didn't. They were just lounging in the kitchen, pretending to help while they were finishing off the muffins." Spencer gave them a look, and none of them tried to retort. If they wanted food, it was better to keep shut. The blonde was also the cook in the house, so no one ever went against him.

"Dessert's done. How about hitting the club now? It's already 11." Everyone started shuffling around at Ian's words.

After half an hour, the clubbing party started going. "Kai? You coming with us?" Bryan asked as the slate-haired boy was also tying his sneakers to go out.

"Hn." No one questioned again. As he was passing Tala and Irina, he said lowly, "You two aren't that subtle, y'know." And went out too.

While Tala shrugged it off as he was aware of Kai's observation skills. Irina on the other was frozen.

He placed a hand on her jaw and asked with concern, "Hey, what happened?"

"If Kai noticed, the others will too sooner or later. How are we gonna explain it to them?" Oh, their not-so-relationship relationship. They couldn't just tell that they were friends with benefits. Neither did they want to take it any further than this. Feelings could come later. They were late teenagers for God's sake, they weren't supposed to careful about this.

"We don't have to explain to anyone. No one cares either. They find out, then they do." He said dismissively and leaned in to press a comforting kiss on her neck.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What matters is what I am to you." He whispered against her skin.

Irina tangled her fingers into his silky locks and brought his head up to face her. "You're not that special, you're just my temporary fix." She grinned and kissed him fiercely. They had the whole house to themselves for another 4-5 hours, and she wasn't wasting it on talking.

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)
It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

A/N: Merry Christmas to all of you. And dreams ch4 will be posted hopefully before 2021.

Till then,

Stay safe,

Rock the Road :)