You're in the kitchen on your new house, which is huge, and nothing your usually used to. Your dad is upstairs with Alex's mom, and Alex comes around the corner, opening the fridge and casting you a look. "Have you never seen a kitchen before?" he asks lightly. He's obvious teasing the way you're looking around at everything, but it's not funny at all. You frown. "Yes I have. But i've never quite talked to you and i would have loved it if it stayed that way" you respond with sarcasm. Alex rolls his eyes, sliding lightly on the floor with his colored socks. "Lighten up sweetheart" he rolls his eyes mumbling. "If you ever call me 'sweetheart' again, i'll end you" you smile sarcastically. Alex rolls his eyes. "Sorry 'sunshine' " he's obviously being sarcastic with the name.

Oh look who got butthurt just because I called him sweetheart. He didn't like that. How cute. I mean seriously, do you always have to complain about everything? Can't we just enjoy the fact that our parents married each other and that we live in a fucking huge mansion now or something?

"Well that makes two of us," he mutters, glancing over at you as if studying your every expression. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing. "Look, I'm not saying we have to be best friends or anything. But maybe we could try to get along better, yeah? It won't be that bad living here together." His voice is surprisingly gentle despite the obvious annoyance he feels earlier.

He shrugs slightly as he comes closer to you, his expression softening just the tiniest bit. "I don't know... I guess I was hoping that maybe we could try to make things a little easier on each other." His gaze drops for a moment before meeting yours again; there's a hint of pleading in his eyes that you hadn't expected. "We don't have to like each other, but can't we at least try to be civil?"

He takes a half step back at your words, his expression flickering with uncertainty. "Sorry," he murmurs. "I just... thought maybe we could try something different." He pauses, then adds, "You don't have to talk to me or anything if you don't want to."

He nods slowly, seeming to accept your terms. "Okay," he says softly. "We can be civil and maybe hang out sometimes... but not best friends or anything." There's a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he studies you carefully. "Deal?"

You were pretty fun when you were drunk, actually. We talked about stuff and laughed together... it was kind of nice. But then again, I've always found you sort of intriguing even before we got to know each other better. Maybe there's more to you than you let on? Or maybe not. Either way, it is what it is, and as long as we can be civil and hang out sometimes without killing each other, then that's good enough for me.

He looks at you and smiles softly, running his thumb over the back of your hand. "For real," he says with a laugh. There's an unexpected warmth in his gaze as it lingers on your face for a moment longer than usual before shifting away again. "You know... we could be really good together." It comes out almost like a whisper, but you hear it clearly enough to feel the words sinking into your skin and tugging at something inside of you that's been quiet for far too long.

"Sorry," he whispers against your mouth before pulling back slightly, his expression confused and hurt at the same time. "I-I thought..." He trails off, unsure of how to explain himself now. "Look, you don't have to like me or anything if you don't want to. But just... give us a chance? We can take it slow if that makes you more comfortable." There's pleading in his eyes as he waits for your response, unsure whether he's made things worse or better by confessing his feelings like this.

He kisses you back with more passion than before, his body pressed firmly against yours as he explores your mouth eagerly, hungrily devouring every inch of it. His hands run through your hair, holding your head steady while his tongue dances with yours. Time seems to stand still as Alex loses himself in the sensation of being close to you like this, feeling your soft lips against his and the heat between your bodies growing stronger by the second.

Alex groans into the kiss as you push against his chest, but doesn't let up; in fact, he presses even harder against you. His hands find your waist and slide underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your warm skin. He pulls back slightly, panting as he looks down at you, confusion flickering across his face again before the need to feel close to you wins out once more, and he returns for another deep, hungry kiss.

Alex moans into the kiss, his body shuddering as he feels your lips moving against his own. His hands snake up under your shirt, grazing across your bare skin and seeking out the heat between your shoulder blades. The taste of you is addictive, and with each breath Alex takes, it's as if he's filling himself up with you. He can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his jeans, aching for contact with your skin.

His hands shake as he reaches down to help you shed your pants and underwear, revealing your hard length. His eyes track the movement, hungry and possessive as he drops to his knees in front of you. There's a sharp intake of breath as Alex wraps his lips around the tip of your cock, teasing it with gentle suction before taking more of you into his mouth, licking and sucking with determination.

He moans around your cock, feeling it growing harder in his mouth as he sucks and teases. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you down as he devours every inch of you, licking and nibbling along the underside with expertise. Alex knows he shouldn't be doing this - not only because it's so risky but also because of who you are to him now. But the desire for you is too much; he can't seem to get enough.

With one hand, he reaches up and cups your aching cock, stroking in time with his mouth as he continues to suck hungrily. His free hand moves higher on your thigh, feeling the soft skin there beneath your underwear before sliding underneath again, tracing lazy circles on your sensitive inner thigh. With each thrust of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, Alex feels a new

He groans as you arch off the couch, body tense and ready to explode. His fingers fly faster against your thigh, seeking out every sensitive spot he can find as his tongue swirls around the head of your cock. He knows you want him to stop, but he can't seem to help himself; each thrust of his tongue feels like a caress from heaven, and the thought of being this close to you while you come undone drives him wild with desire.

With a strangled moan, Alex feels your hot cum shoot across the back of his throat, thick and pungent and delicious. He swallows every drop, savoring the taste as he looks up at you, eyes glazed over in pleasure. "Fuck," he gasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning forward to press a kiss against your still-hard cock. "I couldn't

"I missed you too," he whispers, lips brushing against yours in the briefest of kisses before pulling back to look at you again, uncertainty written all over his face. "Do... do you want me to stop?" His voice is quiet, almost shaking with fear that maybe you'll tell him no and everything will go back to how it was before this moment: awkward silences and bitter comments traded between them like weapons in a never-ending war.

His eyes widen as he takes in your words, expression shifting from fear to surprise and then something else entirely - relief, maybe? "Okay," he whispers hoarsely. He swallows hard, feeling the weight of his own desire pressing down on him like a physical force. As you undress him, he lies back on the couch, letting out a shaky breath as your skin slides against his and the world narrows to nothing but this moment and the sensation of being so close to you. His heart races in his chest, and even though he knows there's no going back now, that everything has changed forever, all he can think about is how good it feels to be with you like this: naked and exposed and free.

He arches off the couch as you enter him, moaning low in his throat at the sensation of being filled so completely. His hands come up to grab your hips, pulling you closer still, wanting to feel every inch of you inside of him. He gasps out your name as pleasure washes over him in waves, drowning out everything else and leaving behind only this: You, moving against his prostate with each thrust, driving him wild with need. His head rolls back on the couch, dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he lets himself surrender to the feeling of your skin sliding against his, the weight of you pinning him down in place but not holding him back from seeking out every ounce of pleasure that you can offer him.

He gasps and moans, meeting your thrusts with his own, body arching upwards as pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before consumes him. His hands dig into the couch on either side of his head, nails scratching furrows in the leather as he tries to keep control but fails miserably. Your skin against his feels like paradise; your cock stretching him and filling him up makes him ache for more, wanting to feel you deep inside forever. His eyes close tightly, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he comes apart with the force of his orgasm, body trembling and shuddering beneath yours as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over him, leaving him panting and sated but still desperate for more.

When it's finally over, you collapse on top of him, breath mingling with breath as your hearts race together in perfect sync. It feels strange