#frederick-arthur

He had only been gone from the apartment for about an hour, making it around two and a half hours since Arthur had been finally allowed to pass out. All in all, Alex was completely exhausted. It was all he could do to have a cigarette and toss his belt and shoes on the floor before carefully crawling into bed next to Arthur. There wasn’t anywhere else to be and he sure as hell wasn’t about to sleep on the floor in his growing age.

Alex bent over to light his cigarette, finally able to breathe now that he was back home. It had been a bit of a rough day but it was all winding down. Getting comfortable, he had tossed his shirt and let his unbuttoned jeans hang low on his hips as he took a quiet moment for himself in the dingy apartment he shared with his boyfriend. Who, he thought, should be back any time now...

Alex was, to be delicate about it, utterly smashed. It wasn’t often that he let himself get like this with the guys from the gang but, on occasion, a few drinks with Bones and Kong ended up with a bemused Ash sending his second home to get some sleep before he got as rowdy as his reputation. Trouble was, he had absolutely no desire to settle down just yet. The night was young and he was feeling pretty good about it. 

FA: Sitting in Alex's living room with a cigarette dangling between his bloodied lips; his laxed grip busted up on the arms of the chair as he waited. For a moment Arthur's annoyance was how stupid it was of Alex to leave his door unlocked but it made his stay that much easier. Regardless, the blond boy waits patiently in the darkness for his ex.

Frederick-Arthur: Kisses Alex right in front of everyone, fuck it.

Arthur: Come on, you can't lie to me.. I know you miss me.