Alex knew you. He knew the confident, popular, dethroned-Erin-as-head-of-the-cheer-squad you who never backed down from a challenge. He also knew the other side of you. Before the glamour. Before the student body began collectively worshipping you like some sort of hive mind.

When he first met you, you were just the girl next door. The girl who loved books, and barbies, and dungeons and dragons. The girl who loved her best friend since third grade, and by extension, the nerdy younger brother that always tagged along during your hangouts.

You never did have anything in common with Cole, yet you seemed to enjoy his company very much. Alex used to dream about what it would be like. To know someone that deeply, and have them know you just as well. To have someone that’s always in his corner, always in his room, and always wearing his hoodies.

Alex would let you steal all of his clothes happily even if it meant he’d freeze to death. But alas, like all good things in his short, miserable life, you weren’t immune to the Cole effect.

That’s what he’ll go with anyway. Because the thought that his brother had a friend as genuine as you, just being his real self, made Alex feel things he’d much prefer to bury six feet under.

He knocked on the door once. No answer. Weird. Usually, you’d answer the door to his brother’s room like it was your own. Alex tried the doorknob, and pushed it open with the enthusiasm of someone who couldn’t wait to tell you all about this new game he had discovered with Kiley.

Big mistake. Huge. You’d love that he just unironically referenced one of the gazillion romcoms you had made him watch over the years. But the thought left as soon as it came. Along with any sense of shame or decency within Alex as he continued to stare at you.

You were bent over, trying to retrieve one of Cole’s old T-shirts from the dresser, wearing nothing but blue lace underwear that made you look like something out of Alex’s fantastical imagination. You had on the headphones Cole had gifted you on your sweet sixteen, whispering the lyrics to ‘dancing queen’ under your breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Abort mission. Leave. Now. That’s what he knew he had to do. What he should have done. But his stupid brain wouldn’t take the hint and send signals to move his damn legs. Alex wanted to turn around, or to make his presence known. Something.

All he did was stand there, eyes slightly widened, mouth agape. Like some sort of pervert. Thank God you hadn’t seen him as you found what you were searching for and pulled the garment over your head.

Alex turned around and made a run for it. And slammed into the door. Wait, what? The door was open- oh no. He looked up, and came face to face with his older brother. He tried to slip past him, but was effectively blocked.

Oh, no, no, no. This could not be happening. This was it. You would know what he did. And then you’d never want to see his face again. He’d die, sad and alone, clutching dearly to the image of your heavenly behind even as his mind frayed with the brush of time.

Cole cleared his throat. You finally noticed the commotion not even five feet away from where you stood. Alex forgot to consider the very likely possibility that you and his brother might decide to murder him right then and there.

You’d feed him to your family’s pigs before he had the chance to explain. You’d kill him even if he did get that opportunity. Because how could he explain to anyone that he was in love with his brother’s best friend and not just a creep preying on vulnerable teenage girls.

Even when said teenage girl knew more than four (4) ways to dispose of a human body curtosy of that murder mystery series you were so obsessed with. Only murders in the basement? Something like that. Probably.

He was so dead. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable verbal (or not) slap coming his way. The shame and guilt was overwhelming. Not to mention he would have to pay an additional price for being such a weirdo. Any second now.

Alex opened his eyes. Your face was two inches away. He suddenly jerked backwards, losing his balance. You grabbed on to him, but it was of no use. Now, the two of you were crashing to the ground.

Reaching out your hands did nothing to break your fall. But Alex’s face sure did. In your hurry to grab him, you held into his collar. That, and your prior proximity resulted in your bodies being smushed against each other as you lay on the floor.

You could feel everything. Alex sure downplayed his strength, because he always said he wasn’t built like a bronc rider. Well, the imprint of each one of his muscles hidden under that red hoodie begged to differ.

So did the outline of something else poking your plush thigh through the denim. You groaned, moving to sit up, and grabbed your headphones from where they’d landed beside Alex’s head. As you used Cole’s outstretched hand as support, your eyes locked onto your best friend’s younger brother.

“Um, Y/n, hi. I’m so sorry. Whatididwasdisgustingitwon’thappenagain,” he mumbled rapidly.

“Huh? What was that?” you inclined your head towards him.

Oh. So you liked to play with your food before eating it. Noted.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed.

“Don’t be, darlin’. It was my fault. I should have held onto your arm or something,” you reassured him.

“You’re kidding, right?” Cole piped up.

He was leaning against the wall beside his door again, where he had positioned himself after sidestepping when Alex lost his balance.

“No? Why would I joke about this? He could have gotten hurt,” you furrowed your brows.

Your hands roamed all over Alex, checking for any injury. He was in heaven. Cole just scoffed, and entered his room. He closed the door behind him, locking it.

“You’re not sleeping in there?” Alex asked you.

“Apparently. Guess, I’ll just head home then.” You stepped back, satisfied with your examination of Alex’s non-existent injuries.

He immediately missed your warmth. The whine that left his throat was almost embarrassing. Or, it would be. If it were literally anyone else witnessing this.

But it was you. And you were kind, and sweet, and had rubbed his back when he puked out of nervousness before his first rodeo. So he wasn’t so much embarrassed as he was flustered.

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” he blurted.

Your face flushed, “Huh?”

“No, no. Ugh, what I meant to say was, do you want to sleep in my room tonight? You know, since it’s late and all. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t done that before...” he trailed off.

He was right. There had been countless occasions where you would crash in his bed, arms wrapped around each other. When you read him bedtime stories as children, when you tutored him in a subject he totally knew but didn’t mind the extra time he got to spend with you, or when Cole had a girl over and you were forced to retreat from what was essentially your room in everything but name.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You smiled.

“Uh, great then!” He answered with a sheepish one of his own.

This was torture. Alex was suffering. Why? Because the universe had decided to test his patience tonight. First, he saw you practically naked. Then, he had to keep a straight face when you fell to the ground, chests pressed together. And now? He was being forced to stay absolutely still as you shifted on his bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

The bed was not made for two. Earlier, you used to adjust somehow. But the both of you had grown. And he definitely took up much more space than his prepubescent self. It was hard not to just wrap around you like he used to.

Normally, he would. But after everything that had already happened tonight, he did not want to try his luck. It took a lot for him to control his thoughts from running wild. And it most definitely didn’t help that his boner still wouldn’t go away.

He had tried thinking of literally every single unsexy thing he could think of. Cole, Cole’s attitude, Cole getting to have you in his room like this almost every night while Alex clung to the crumbs he was lucky enough to recieve once every couple months.

Cole didn’t know how good he had it. Alex’s eyes stayed glued to the back of your head. He couldn’t risk looking down and glimpsing where your shirt was riding up, exposing the blue fabric of your underwear he had gotten the pleasure of seeing you in.

He wouldn’t think about just how sheer the lace was. And he certainly wouldn’t let his hands grab your hips, maneuvering you into a position where his dick rested between your thighs. From there, he definitely would not get himself off using the feel of your silky skin and the freedom of movement your clothing, or lackthereof, provided.

Nope. Such thoughts would never cross his mind. Except he already was. Holding onto you, that is. He hadn’t realised the scenario in his head had caused his body to unconsciously envelop yours. Uh-oh.

Damn it. He needed to get himself together. He tried to retract his hands, but before he could do so, yours landed on top of each of his. Your fingers intertwined with his on your waist as you turned your head the slightest bit.

The moon shone through his window, illuminating you in its ethereal light. You looked like an angel on Earth. God, you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. Inside and out. Perhaps that is why when your gaze dropped to his lips, he leaned in without thinking.

Now, Alex had kissed girls before. He had had girlfriends. Granted, they both had cheated on him with his older brother but still. He had never felt like this before. So wanted. So loved.

Kissing you was like the first day of spring after a particularly harsh winter. You were a breath of fresh air after being underwater so long he hadn’t even realised he was drowning. Feeling your lips glide against his stole the pain of his past and turned it into pure, burning passion.

“Y/n, I..” he trailed off when you broke away abruptly and pulled the shirt over your head.

Alex drew in a sharp breath. Of all the times in his life Alex Walter had been grateful for you not wearing a bra, this one has got to be his favourite. Because now he gets to touch. Or does he? He’s getting ahead of himself, isn’t he?

“Can I?” his warm hands landed just below your ribcage.

You nodded. Your hands guided his upwards and he gave your breasts a firm squeeze. The pads of his thumbs swiped across your hardened nipples, and you let out a soft moan.

“Alex..” you breathed as he explored your chest with his mouth.

You moved to straddle him, careful not to disturb his fervent endeavours. He pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes moved to Cole’s shirt on his floor, then to you pretty much naked on top of him.

“I love my life,” he sighed into your neck, peppering kisses there till he reached your lips once more.

“Never thought that could come from you,” you mused.

“Yeah well, I never thought I could have you and here we are.” He smirked.

“You’ve always had me,” you looked into his eyes.

“God, I’m stupid.” He realised.

You just laughed. Yeah, he had to be at least a little stupid to not realise how far gone you were for him. Better late than never, you supposed. You kissed him deeply, tongues mingling as you licked into his mouth.

Alex trailed his fingers down your sides, hooking into your underwear. He tugged on them, and you shifted to let him help you out of the last piece of fabric covering you. He took a second to admire you.

“I swear, if I’d known that this was a possibility, my love life would’ve been a lot less fucked up.” He confessed.

“Less fucked up than hooking up with your brother’s best friend?” you raised an eyebrow, accentuating the question with a harsh grind.

“Fuck. Yeah, I mean, considering,” he shrugged.

“Fair enough.” you held onto his broad shoulders, setting a slow pace.

Alex removed his hoodie and undershirt in one go, throwing them across the room. His hands guided your hips, bringing you down onto him over and over.

The fabric rubbed deliciously against your bare pussy, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core. You reached a hand down to unbutton his jeans. He was a sight to behold.

He looked about ready to beg for you to start moving again. You loved that he got all desperate like this. He might be pathetic, but he was yours. And that’s exactly how you like him.

“C’mon, darling. Take these off for me, won’t you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“Mhm,” he nodded, frantically removing his pants along with his boxers.

Oh, wow. You should have seen this coming. He had grown a lot in the past year. Apparently, that applied to all parts of him. His length was flush against his abs. The soft pink tip weeped, leaking pre all over his abdomen.

Your hand wrapped around him, stroking languidly. The sounds he made were downright filthy. Your heart had hurt for him when the incident had occurred with Paige, and then twice with Jackie. If you had known you could prevent all that so simply, he might not have suffered so much.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? My darling.” You twisted your wrist as you continued moving it along the length of him.

“Mm, ‘m yours. Always have been,” he looked downright sinful.

“My pretty baby. Won’t let anyone hurt you again, promise.” you kissed the bridge of his nose.

You continued peppering kisses all over his face as your hand brought him closer to his orgasm. He covered his mouth to stifle the groan that escaped his throat.

“S-stop,” he said, bringing his hand to yours.

“What happened? You okay, baby? We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna,” you caressed his face.

“No, it’s just. Well.. if you keep going I might.. finish,” he looked away, shy all of a sudden.

“That’s the goal, isn’t it?” you teased.

“But, I want to feel you when I do.” His voice gained confidence as the sentence came to an end.

“Awh, you’re too sweet, you know that?” you jutted out your bottom lip.

“So you keep saying.” He smiled at you.

“Because it’s true. Now, show me what you’ve got cowboy.” you grinned, leaning back onto your elbows.

Alex flipped you with surpising strength, muscled arms bulging as the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and arousal filled your nose. He lined himself up with your entrance, barely poking it as he tried to seem like he knew what he was doing.

He very obviously did not. Even if you weren’t aware of exactly how much experience he had, it was visible in the way he fumbled around for a few seconds.

You let him figure it out. It was sweet how he was trying so hard, caring about your pleasure as well. The other guys you had been with were only ever intrested in getting what they wanted from you. And disappearing once they did.

Alex wasn’t like that at all. He was kind, and selfless. You would give him the world, and shield him from harm forever if you could. Though that wasn’t possible, what you could do was be there for him. No matter what.

You cried as he pushed inside, the pain turning into pleasure almost immediately. He froze, afraid of hurting you even just a little bit. You pushed back onto him, prompting him to grab your hips.

His thrusts were a bit sloppy at first, but then the rhythm solidified into a steady one. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

You shoved your face into a pillow and he increased his pace. His hips slammed into you feverishly. He brought one hand around to toy with your clit. You saw stars.

You wanted to scream. But that would wake everyone up, and then you’d be banned from sleeping over at the Walters’ ever again. So you bit your hand, Alex’s harsh thrusts driving you further into the mattress.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he moaned.

“Me too- You feel so good. Such a good boy,” your praise pushed him over the edge.

He spilled into you with a grunt, his grip on you tightening. But he didn’t pull out. Instead, he started moving once again. He fucked his cum into you, determined to make you finish.

The extra lubrication made it easier for him to slide in and out. He was tougher this time. He knew you wouldn’t break, and he was done being careful. Alex was ready to give you what you needed.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, eyes rolling back.

He drew fast circles onto your clit, urging your body to give what he demanded. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix, and the sensation was too much. You crumbled around him, as he kept going.

Feeling your walls squeeze him as your muscles contracted, caused a second orgasm to be ripped from him. He filled you for the second time that night. This was an entirely different outcome as compared to how either of you expected this to go when you first agreed to sleep in his room.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he laid on top of you. You felt him softening inside, refusing to pull away even now. His hot breath kissed your cheek, the two of you laying there without the strength to move.

His arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the slight chill the open window let in. Alex eventually covered you both with a blanket and you fell asleep with your head on his chest.

A knock on the door shook Alex awake. He contemplated ignoring it. You were so warm, so soft against him. He couldn’t believe he got to wake up next to you like this. That last night wasn’t just another dream that would fade away with the morning light.

Knuckles rapped on wood again, more urgent this time. Ugh. Alex pulled away from your embrace, careful not to jostle you. He spotted his jeans on the ground and quickly put them on.

“Alex, I know she’s in there! Open up, I need to talk to her.” Cole’s voice rang from the other side.

Alex opened the door abruptly and spoke in a harsh whisper, “Shh, you’re gonna wake her!”

“So?” Cole peeked into the room, taking in the scene.

He glanced at his brother’s mussed hair, to your body underneath the thin blanket which clung to your skin in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination. There were clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor, including Cole’s shirt and your lace underwear.

Cole sucked in a sharp breath, “what did you do to her?”

“What did I do to- what are you talking about?” Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Clearly, you did something. Why else would she be naked in your bed? So tell me, did you blackmail her? Win a bet?” Cole questioned.

“He didn’t do anything like that,” you groaned from the bed, awake from all the commotion.

“So you slept with him willingly? Did you know it was him beforehand, or..” he speculated.

“Oh my god. Yes, I had sex with Alex fully knowing it was him. Because he’s hot. Because I wanted to. Because I love-” you shut your mouth.

“You love me?” Alex gaped.

“You love him? Geez, I knew you had a thing for nerds but I didn’t expect you to pick Alex of all people.” Cole rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, you asshole.” you threw a pillow in his face.

“I regret teaching you how to throw,” he tossed it back.

“Okay, if you’re done, can you leave now?” Alex asked his brother.

“Fine, fine. I’m going,” he raised his hands, “guess you meant it when you asked her to sleep with you, huh?”

Alex shut the door in his face. Turning around, he saw you struggling to contain your laughter.

“Seriously?” he shook his head, laughing quietly.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” you snickered.

“I hate you.” He sighed.

“Aw, really?” you fake-pouted.

“No- uhm, I didn’t mean that! I- I'm. I love you,” his eyes widened.

“I was kidding, but I love you too.” you chuckled, planting a kiss on his lips.

Alex melted into you. His body pressed yours into the bed, the familiar weight making you relax. Yeah, Alex did know you. But finding out the things he didn’t was a process he wasn’t opposed to.

A/n: omg this was long. I did not expect to stretch it this much but I just love him. And I needed Cole’s reaction since that’s what the ask was mainly about lmao,, hope this wasn’t ooc or anything since i’ve only just started watching this show. Can’t believe I got into this fandom because of a gif I saw of Alex in an instagram comment section🫣💞