The Struggles Of Adulthood
Description: When things aren't looking up for Chris, he meets someone who turns his life around. WIP - Link on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6812332/chapters/15555040
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The Struggles Of Adulthood
Description: When things aren't looking up for Chris, he meets someone who turns his life around. WIP - Link on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6812332/chapters/15555040

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Alcoholics Anonymous - 4/? - Falling in Love
When Alex awoke later that day, he could feel the absence of light on his face and smiled. His head wasnât pounding as much, his throat wasnât as scratchy and sore and his whole body ached considerably less. Sleep was just what he needed. He sat upright, stretching his arms upwards as he did so, moving his tired muscles. He placed his feet against the wooden floor, shivering slightly at the cold material beneath them. Finally, he stood up from his bed, his joints clicking in protest but Alex continued anyway. He glanced over at the clock, reading 18:00.
He walked to the corner of his room where discarded clothing littered the floorboards, some dirty, some clean. From the pile, he extracted a burgundy hoodie and a pair of old pajama trousers, slipping them on over the boxer shorts he had slept in. He felt disheveled, a mess but before he could brave jumping in the shower, he knew he had to get caffeine in his system. He turned and left the room, heading towards the kitchen.
As he waited for the kettle to boil, Alex was left with thoughts as he desperately tried to remember the previous eveningâs events. Why had he had so much to drink? What had he been trying to hide under the alcohol? All he knew for definite was this was the first time he had regretted his actions, the first time he had been aware of drinking so much, never before had he suffered so the next morning. As he pondered, he filled his waiting mug with hot water and carried to the kitchen table where he slid into one of the wooden chairs. At the taste of hot coffee, his body relaxed slightly, it was the perfect cure to the slight remnants of the hangover that clung to his body.
As the last sip passed through his lips, Alexâs hands seized up around the mug and his breath hitched for a moment. He knew. He knew what had happened, what he had said. It had all come back to him, he could remember the things he had forgotten. Suddenly, his grip on the mug loosened and it clattered against the wooden table. âShit, I told him I loved him.â He thought to himself, mentally cursing at the loosening effect of the alcohol. It was ironic really, if he hadnât been drinking to cover up his feelings, he would never had told Chris how he felt. But irony didnât matter to Alex, Chrisâ reaction did.
He stood from the table, ignoring the shards of ceramic that lay against it and rushed out of the room, searching the house for one particular brunette. After looking through the downstairs rooms, Alex decided Chris must be up in his bedroom,
âChris, Iâm sorryâŚâ Alex called as he pushed through Chrisâ door, stopping at the peaceful sight of the other man. Chris curled up on his bed, a book in hand and his glasses resting upon his nose.
Chris paused, placing the book against the bed, the pages facing downwards in order to keep his place. He waited a moment before speaking, choosing his words carefully, âWhat are sorry about Alex?â He asked curiously, after their talk earlier that day, Chris wasnât expecting Alex to remember what happened but he wasnât sure what else it could be.
âLast night. I drank too much, everything was a haze but I know I said some stuff and Iâm sorryâŚâ Alex stumbled through his words too quickly, too nervous and embarrassed to make complete coherence. He was ashamed of how he had acted and now he remembered, how he had subjected Chris to his drunken antics. But he was more nervous of what Chris would say, of how he would react to the confession. It might have been fuelled by the presence of alcohol but it was spoken from the heart and he desperately wanted Chris to realise that.
âAlexâŚâ Chris interrupted Alexâs mumblings, he stood from his position on the bed and walked over until he was standing just before the redhead. âI know you were drunk and I know you said some thingsâŚâ Before he continued, his fingers dropped to the hem of his t-shirt, playing with the frayed edges, his gaze falling to the floor as he found a sudden interest in the details of his floorboards, unable to look at the redhead, âDid you- Did you mean them?â
"Of course I did. I think Iâm in love with you ChrisâŚâ
Chrisâ head snapped upwards, his eyes finding the piercing blue he had grown to love. He could the genuine emotion behind the words and a slow smile spread over his cheeks, âI know Iâm in love with you.â He whispered, scared to speak too loudly as if it was a dream that could be broken any minute. This was a moment he had been dreaming of for a while now but he had never thought Alex would reciprocate the feelings, not until last night.
He stepped forwards, standing closer to the redhead. His arms reached out, seeking the handâs of the other man where their fingers entwined together in a reflexive motion. Under his touch, Alexâs skin was rough but it felt nice, warm and comforting. Chris stood on his tiptoes, levelling his height with Alex so that their mouths were in line. He leant towards Alex, feeling the warm breath tickling his skin before pressing his lips against Alexâs. The kiss was with such care and love that was unexpected from the redhead. They stayed like that, moving in motion with each other, until Chris felt a tongue dart out and touch his lips. Using his tongue, Alex traced the shape of Chris lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth and gently tugging, seeking entry. Chris gave it, parting his lips so Alex could explore the depths of his mouth. The kiss deepened, gained more passion, an urge that previously wasnât present. They moved together perfectly, their lips fitting together as if they were meant to be in that position. There was no awkwardness of being friends, no clumsiness, just perfection. They kissed for a long time before Chris found it difficult to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen and so he leant backwards, stopping when their heads were just mere centimetres apart, âI know Iâm in love with you.â He repeated, unable to take his eyes off the other man as they shared a smile of knowing and lovingâŚ.
Alcoholics Anonymous - 3/? - Morning Regrets
Alex groaned. He could feel the sunlight pressing against his closed eyelids, stopping him from continuing his much needed sleep. Why hadnât he shut the curtains when he came to bed last night? He thought for a moment, when had he actually come to bed? He had no memory of what happened. He pushed his chest forwards whilst thrusting his shoulders back, relishing in the satisfying clicks that escaped from his spine. His body ached, his every muscle screaming out in pain. Whatever had happened the previous evening, he was definitely feeling the effects now. Alex screwed his eyes tighter, hoping it would allow his body to slip back into consciousness as if he had never left that state. But it was no use, he could still feel the sunlight on his face. Â
Alcoholics Anonymous 2/? - Drunken Confessions
It was just another normal evening. Wrapping his calloused fingers around the cool glass beside him, Alex lifted it until it was level with his mouth before tipping it back until the burning liquid could be tasted on his tongue. He swallowed, the whiskey quickly working its way down his throat as he relished in the familiar warmth that began to spread throughout his body. As he pulled the glass from his lips, his tongue seeking the spare droplets around his mouth, he set the glass down on the table in front of him before topping it up to its original fullness. And as he repeated this action over a short period of time, that warmth had completely filled him, leaving him a growing feeling of content as his head grew fuzzy, his inhibition and awareness slipping.

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Alcoholics Anonymous 1/?
Description: When Alex is pining after another man, he turns to alcohol to dull his emotions
Alex slid his fingers around the cool glass of the bottle and brought it up to his lips, wincing slightly at the burning sensation that overwhelmed his tongue. The pain didnât matter, it was actually a nice alternative to the constant aching sensation in his chest. Well more his heart than his chest. Behind the hard exterior and the smug grin, there was a guy who experienced emotions, on a daily basis felt like crying, who was too afraid to admit to the love he felt towards a particular brown-haired man. He had tried so hard to conceal his feelings but now, he found it impossible. And so he turned to the only solution he knew, alcohol. He took a swig from the bottle. He was in love but tonight it wouldnât matter. Tonight, he was drinking to forgetâŚ
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Over For Good?
Description: Alex breaks Chrisâ heart but can they patch things up and fix their relationship? Or is it over for good?
Word Count: 1869
Chrisâ fingers trembled as he clutched the framed photo of one of his oldest friends between his hands, bringing it to rest against his chest. He lowered his eyes and swallowed hard, choking back a sob as he attempted to blink away the tears that were welling up in his eyes. But he was unsuccessful. The tears escaped from between his eye lids, spilling over the top of his lashes until it slowly formed a steady stream of tears. He laid down on the bed, the picture still between his fingers.