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I swear to god it was sunny when we left. There hadn't been a damn cloud in sight. Suddenly though, the skies opened. It was absolutely pissing down. We were both drenched, and my clothes were sticking to me. It felt fucking awful.

Carlisle seemed to be enjoying himself though, running ahead of me through the puddles but keeping hold of my hand. The water made his clothing tight against his body, and while I was pretending that mine wasn't doing the same, he was gorgeous.

Reaching his apartment building, he pulled me inside, both of us panting. The floor quickly became slippery from the water off running off us, and we were slipping and sliding as we started up the wooden floors. I was out of breath, but it had Carlisle giggling, despite being so cold he struggled to get his key in the lock.

He slammed the door behind us, pushing me up against it and wrapping his arms around my neck. His lips met mine and he tangled his fingers in my hair, closing any space between us.

I grabbed him and pulled him into me, starting to untuck his clothing. It was harder while it was wet, and the task had both of us laughing a little, even more so when he slipped and I caught him so he wouldn't fall. Getting his jacket off him, I dropped it on the bench. He started to unbutton my shirt, pausing briefly so I could strip him of his. His lips were against my neck as I unzipped his jeans, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

"No fucking in the kitchen." Alistair's voice scared the shit out of both of us, and Carlisle's face immediately flushed as we looked at each other.

After spending so long alone in my apartment, I hadn't even considered the possibility of his flatmate being home. Luckily for me, I wasn't the one half naked.

"Ah…sorry, Allie," Carlisle told him awkwardly, already starting to pull me away.

"Stop calling me that," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. The smirk he offered me was somewhat congratulatory, and I had to force back a smug smile.

Carlisle remember to both close and lock the bathroom door this time, avoiding disturbing Alistair any more.

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Lying in bed, hours later, I heard the front door open and close, two sets of footsteps entering the house. Whoever it was struggled to be quiet, tripping and stumbling on their way down the hallway. My heart was instantly racing.

I sat up quickly, confused, but Carlisle placed his hand on my leg to stop me getting up.

"It's okay, Garrett…he's just got 'company'," he explained sleepily, pulling me back down again and immediately cuddling back into my side. The semi-hushed high voice of a woman filtered through the walls, followed by Alistair's lower-pitched laugh.

Content, I was almost asleep again when the door slammed again. Down the hallway, a light flicked on, closely followed by someone gagging.

Carlisle sighed quietly and got to his feet. "Stay here," he told me.

I stayed and waited for what seemed like forever, listening as lights turned on and off, taps ran and people crashed about. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore, getting up in search of my boyfriend.

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Carlisle was kneeling on the bathroom floor next to Alistair while he sobbed uncontrollably. Even from here, it was obvious he was very, very drunk, clinging to my boyfriend like some kind of lifeline.

"…sleep with me?" he sniffed, slurring and trying to wipe his face on his sleeve. "I wanna cuddle…"

"We can't do that anymore, Allie, you know that," Carlisle reminded him stiffly, rubbing his back as the other boy cried. "Get in bed and lie down; you'll feel better."

"Please, Carlisle? I want you in my bed," he whined, almost pathetically. His frown deepened when he refused to let their fingers laced together, pulling his hands back.

Carlisle shook his head, pushing his hair off his face. "Lie down, Alistair."

"Stay with me…I need a hug," he continued to slur.

He sighed and sat next to him, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing his back. "Not tonight." He was between a rock and a hard place, really; the drunkard wasn't about to give up on it.

"But…" More tears and more begging.

"Carlisle." I waited until he looked up at me, biting back a sharp reprimand for Alistair. "Stay with him; it's fine." I wasn't at all happy about it, but it was going to be easier for both of us in the long run, and Carlisle looked exhausted. The sooner the alcoholic was in bed, the better.

He offered a tired smile, slowly getting to his feet. "Alright then, come on, Allie."

Alistair had to be dragged to his feet, still stumbling and babbling nonsense. "Garrett can come too-"

"Nope, not even close. Get in bed," Carlisle told him, laughing.

"But-"

"Alistair, it's three in the morning. I have to go to work at six. Shut up and lie down so we can both get some sleep, or I'm going back to bed with Garrett," he threatened.

It was enough to get him to settle down, and I retreated back to bed so I didn't have to witness his hands on my Carlisle. I had never tended to be jealous before I met those two, but Alistair knew how to push my buttons; with the fragility of my relationship with my boyfriend after my father's bullying, it wouldn't take much for me to bite his head off. But I had to be good. For Carlisle's sake.

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Carlisle was gone already by the time I woke up the next morning, and I was a little bitter that he hadn't kissed me goodbye. The bed had seemed extra empty, and I was sure the room was darker. I stayed lying on my back, staring at the spider-like cracks in the ceiling while I controlled my temper enough to go and face his flatmate. Maybe it was a good thing he had left me to sleep; I probably would have killed him had he woken me up.

Alistair was sitting at the table, his arms folded against the wood and his head resting on top of them. "Garrett," he murmured.

"What?" I hoped he knew better than to fuck with me before I had my caffeine hit; I had stayed in his flat long enough for him to learn. I was going to have to apologise to both of them for acting like a stroppy child later on – I knew I could be shitty to be around when I was sleep deprived.

He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but couldn't quite stick. "…I'm sorry I stole your boy last night."

I almost choked; that wasn't what I had expected to come from his mouth. "He could have said 'no'," I reminded him sourly. "He wouldn't have agreed if he hadn't wanted to." Maybe that was what I was so caught up on; he could have refused. Still, this was all stupid; I had told him it was fine after he'd tried to fight Alistair, so I had no reason to be upset by it now. It was petty on my behalf.

"I, uh, I kinda forced him into it; he's too sweet to deny me that…it's what we used to do before he was, um, before he was with you…I had a bit too much to drink and I just…" He fell quiet, studying to table top. "I wanted him. Just for one night."

"A 'bit' too much, huh?" I grumbled, setting a mug on the bench.

"…I miss him, Garrett. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that he's got you; I can't offer him that stability. But I do miss him…"

I wished I didn't have to hear him; I didn't want to have to feel bad for Alistair. "Do you have a crush, Allie?" I teased, unable to help myself.

Apparently the name was even worse out of my mouth, because he cringed. His face flushed anyway, and he was suddenly a little guilty. "…I love him," he admitted shyly.

Giving up and deflated by his admission, I sat in front of him. There wasn't any reason for me to be rude now, not when he was trying. "I know."

He took this as an open door to a confessional. "Look, the only reason I even drank last night was to try and flush him out of my system. I thought that if I drank enough that I couldn't think, and found a cheap fuck for the night, then maybe seeing him with you wouldn't hurt." He was slowly working himself up, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he still had a bit of alcohol in his system. "I know he wants us to get along, but I can't like you while you're groping the boy I love in my damn kitchen," he grumbled, ending his rant abruptly.

"No fucking in the kitchen," I concluded, taking a sip of my drink.

"No kissing in my kitchen," he corrected, narrowing his eyes.

"I can't promise that." Okay, so I wasn't finished being an utter jackass.

"Keep you hands to yourself," he tried again.

"He started it," I pointed out, smug.

"I fucking know that, Garrett! But I can't yell at him for loving you, so I have to take all this pent-up shit on you," he snapped at me, wincing when his voice was too loud for his own ears.

I sat there, ready to take it, but he appeared to be finished, for the time being. Sighing, I relented. "Get dressed, and I'll buy you lunch."

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We were both uncomfortable. Silent and awkward, we stood in line in the café, waiting for someone to serve us. I paid for Alistair's food, and he looked at me questioningly when I didn't buy anything for myself.

"I, ah, I'm not hungry," I lied, fighting to keep my face from flushing. I handed the woman the money, and she gave him his order.

"Thanks," he smiled, genuinely for once. "You wanna go visit Cullen? I'm sure he'll be pleased to see at least one of us."

I nodded. "He didn't say goodbye to me this morning," I grumbled to him, still vaguely annoyed. It wasn't so much that he had forgotten, rather just my own withdrawal from not seeing him.

"He woke up late," he chuckled. "Not surprising, considering the night he had."

The walk to the bookshop was a little more relaxed, and the tension between us had eased a little. It was almost enjoyable.

Alistair burst through the door far more dramatically than I had expected. "Carlisle Cullen," he announced loudly, laughing when his flatmate dropped the pencil he was holding. "I heard you didn't kiss your boyfriend goodbye." He tutted disapprovingly.

"Shh, don't be so loud," Carlisle shushed him, his face reddening. "Alistair, for god's sake."

"You aren't the one with the hangover," he teased, practically skipping across the shop and making himself at home.

Carlisle quickly snatched the book out of his hands, shaking his head. "What are you doing?" he hissed at him, clearly unimpressed.

Alistair mockingly kissed his forehead. "Garrett was babysitting me, and I thought we should stop by." He was unashamedly grinning.

"Well, shut up, because you're going to get me in trouble." Still, he couldn't resist glancing at me, an unintentional smile on his face as we made eye contact.

He slapped him on the back – to roughly in my opinion – and walked back toward me again. "Told you he'd be pleased to see one of us." Jingling his keys, he nudged me toward the counter. The door slammed shut behind him and he made off down the road, leaving us.

I offered Carlisle a guilty smile, but he just looked relieved. Wrapping my arms around him once he was close enough, I hugged him tightly. He leant up to kiss me before gently wriggling away again, reiterating that he would quite like to keep his job. I frowned upon seeing how tired he was; I couldn't blame him for being late this morning.

"…We're staying at your place tonight, right?" he asked, almost pleading to not have to spend the next night with his flatmate.

"I'm not objecting to that." Using his t-shirt, I pulled him into another kiss.