alex p.o.v.
I woke up stiff. And it wasn't just my joints and muscles either. I frowned and was about to get up so I could take care of the problem, but Dean's arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I tried to untangle myself from his grip, but he wasn't having any of it. He just snuggled closer and wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
I sighed, looking down at him. Suddenly, my eyes widened. I thought I had slept without any dreams last night, but seeing Dean's face triggered a memory.
Hot, sweaty skin, breath coming in gasps, lips pressed against -
Jesus Christ what was wrong with me?
I pulled away from Dean more forcefully now, and he relented, releasing my waist with a whimper. I froze, the noise sending tingles down my spine. I looked back at him for a second, his face peaceful, his bare chest exposed, a single sheet wrapped low on his hips. I shook my head forcefully and swallowed hard.
I stood up and quickly made my way to the bathroom, my scar pulsing. I rubbed it unconsciously, and grimaced at the memory of how I got it. I shook my head again and turned on the shower, making sure the water was cold before stepping in.
I winced as the cold stream hit me, but it succeeded in taking care of the problem. I shivered as I stepped out. I dried myself with a towel before pulling my sweatpants back on. I left the bedroom and walked into the kitchen. I tried the lights, and to my surprise, they flickered on.
I grinned and stuck a couple waffles in the toaster before heating up a pot of coffee. I was halfway through my waffles when Dean stumbled in, still drowsy. His hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes were half-closed. He looked adorab-
No, I reminded myself firmly. You are not gay.
"Morning," I said. Dean yawned in response and slumped into a chair at the table. I poured him a cup of coffee which he gratefully accepted. "Waffles?"
Dean nodded and I made four more, plopping them down on a plate and passing him the maple syrup. He cut into the waffles slowly before coating them in maple syrup. I took the seat in front of him.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Alright," he said. "I think your elbow was poking me though, because something hard was digging into my hip all night."
I almost choked on my coffee. Dean raised an eyebrow at me, and my face burned red.
"It was hot," I said. Dean nodded slowly, but looked suspicious. "Did you have any more nightmares?" I asked after a pause.
"No. I didn't have any dreams. You?" He asked, looking intently at his coffee. I shifted uncomfortable, a knot growing in my stomach.
"No," I managed. "I was out. There's just something about skinny dipping in glacial melt that sends you right to sleep."
Dean looked up, smirking. "Well, maybe we should try it again. Test out this theory of yours."
I could feel my cheeks warming again. "No that's alright. Besides, we have the party tonight, remember?"
I noticed Dean stiffen, and my brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Right," he said slowly. "The party."
"Something wrong?" I asked. Dean sighed.
"I'm just not really in the mood to interact with people," he replied.
"Wow thanks," I said, sarcasm heavy in my voice. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Not you, idiot. Just...people. Strangers I guess." My eyes softened. It was really soon after the incident, and I felt bad that I had pressured him into coming with me.
"You don't have to come," I said softly. "I would understand if you just wanted to stay here and watch movies or something."
Dean looked anywhere but me, an indecipherable look on his face. "That's just it," he said quietly. "That's the problem. I don't want to be alone."
I reached out and put my hand over his, and his gaze slowly moved up to meet mine. "I can stay if you want," I said, my tone still soft. He gave me a small smile and shook his head.
"No way. You seemed really excited about this party. I'll come, but can you..." he paused for a second before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Can you just stay close?"
I smiled reassuringly.
"Of course."
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dean p.o.v.
Dammit Alex, you had one job!
I watched with distaste as Alex started grinding on the dance floor with some slut whose boobs could have been used as flotation devices. I rolled my eyes at her girly squeals whenever he moved closer to her, and tried not to vomit as he moved even closer to whisper in her ear. I turned my back to them and downed another drink, slamming the glass angrily down on the bar.
At first, when we had gotten here, the party had been relatively quiet. Alex had stayed by my side even though I had noticed his gaze wandering off and staring at all the girls that arrived. To say I had been disgusted would have been an understatement.
Eventually, I got sick of it and went to the bar, ordering my favorite drink. Apparently, Alex took this as me telling him it was okay to drink as much as he wanted, which had not led to anything good. Only a few minutes before, he had been taking body shots off a blonde in the corner, and he had already consumed more tequila than I had in the whole year.
I ordered another drink and slumped down over the bar. This was why I hated parties. Unless I went to a gay bar, there usually weren't any cute guys that were actually interested in other men. I had found that out the hard way last time.
I grimaced as I heard someone take the seat next to mine. It was probably another girl trying to get a quick lay or a one night stand. Unfortunately for them, I wasn't interested in the slightest.
"What's wrong? Your buddy over there ditch you for someone with tits?" I heard a masculine voice ask. I lifted my head curiously to look at whoever it was, and was pleasantly surprised. Sitting next to me was a man with curly chocolate brown hair and green eyes that sparkled with mischief. His lips tugged to one side, not in a smirk but in more of a slightly apologetic half-smile. He was lean, but I could see the outlines of muscles through his clothes. He was also surprisingly well dressed, with burgundy skinnies and a grey deep v shirt.
"Yeah, apparently he's into four sets of lips and not just two," I said, taking a sip of my refilled drink. The other guy laughed, and I managed a chuckle.
"That's too bad. He's missing out on something great," the other guy said. I smiled a little at him, then did a double take when I realized he was talking about me. I laughed a little.
"Yeah, who wouldn't want all of this," I said, gesturing to myself. The other guy smirked, but not in a mean way. After a pause I said, "So what gave it away?"
"Well, there's the fact that you're sitting at the bar sipping a fuity cocktail and checking out a guy who's very obviously grinding against a girl. Or it could be that you're one of the best dressed men in here. Possibly the traces of glitter left in your hair. And just maybe the almost unnoticeable eyeliner you put on," the man stated. I grinned, immediately liking him.
"Thanks," I said with a laugh, referring to the clothing comment. "And I'm assuming you're the other well dressed man?"
"Well, me and the other two guys that found each other and are now currently sucking face in the corner," the man said. I laughed and looked where he was pointing. He laughed along with me, before turning back to face me.
"So what's your name cutie?" He asked.
"Dean," I said, grinning.
"Matthew," he said, sticking his hand out. We shook, and I was surprised at how soft his large hands felt.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"You too. Now you can have company as we ogle straight guys and sob about the tragedy that they're more interested in bimbos with giant tits and huge asses than us," Matt said. I laughed and nodded.
"The sad but true tale of all gay men," I said. I took another sip of my drink and was about to say something when someone collapsed into the seat behind me. I jumped, startled.
"Deeeeaaaaannnnn," a voice slurred from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to the source of the voice who was currently slumped over the bar and looking at me with big puppy eyes.
"What do you want Alex?" I asked with a sigh. I was a little annoyed that he had interrupted my first decent conversation of the night.
"Yoooouuuuuu," he slurred sleepily. I froze. There was no way he was saying what I thought he was saying.
"Alex, you're drunk. You should go back to that girl you were dancing with earlier," I said, feeling my heart twist as I said it.
"Noooooo she squeeeaaaalssss too muuuuch," Alex said. I rolled my eyes again.
"Then find someone else to dance with," I said, turning back to Matt. He had a confused look on his face and he opened his mouth to say something when Alex interrupted him.
"I want to dance with yoooouuuuu," Alex protested, grabbing my arm and tugging me a little. I stiffened and turned back to him in shock.
"What?" I asked quietly, not sure if I had heard him correctly.
"I said I want to dance with yoooouuuuuu," he repeated. My heart beat faster, thumping loudly against my chest in time to the music. Did he mean it? Or was he just drunk enough to think that I was someone else? It was probably just the alcohol talking. I sighed and turned to Matt, who still looked confused.
"Sorry Matt, I should probably take him back. He's really drunk," I apologized. Matt nodded slowly.
"Who are you talking toooo?" Alex asked, peering around me.
"A friend," I said quickly to Alex.
"Why are you talking to him and not meeeee?" Alex complained. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Matt.
"I'm sorry about him. Maybe we can get a cup of coffee sometime and ogle the cute boys on the beach?" I offered. Matt smiled and nodded.
"That would be fu-"
"Deeeaaaaannnn can weeee get some coffee and ogle cute boyyysss on the beeeaaacchhh?" Alex asked me. I raised an eyebrow at him. Now I was really surprised. I patted him on the back and decided it was probably best just to be nice. After all, he probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.
"Sure Alex," I said. I looked apologetically at Matt, who waved it off. "Sorry."
"It's fine. Coffee tomorrow at the Whitelodge Cafè?" Matt offered. I nodded.
"Sounds perfect. See you then," I said, and tugged Alex along behind me. I managed to pull him through the crowds of people and we made it outside without any problems. Even after I wasn't leading Alex anymore, he still held tight to my hand. I tried not to think about how right it felt for him to hold my hand, and instead focused on finding the path back to the cabin.
"Why weren't you paying any attention to meeeee?" Alex whined after we had walked a little ways.
"I was having a conversation with someone else," I said, managing to find the path.
"Aren't I more important than a straaannnggeerrr?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.
"That's what I've been asking all night," I muttered bitterly.
"Deeeeaaaannn," Alex protested, his features in a pout. "I didn't waaaaannttt to leave yooouuuuu. I was just confuuuusseeddd!"
"Confused about what?" I asked, sighing again.
"If I liked you or nooootttt," he said. I stopped and Alex bumped into me.
"Owwwww," he protested, rubbing his arm. I faced him, a look of surprise on my face.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"Owwwww?" Alex replied, confused.
"No, before that."
"I was confuuuussseeddd if I liked yoooouuuu," Alex mumbled, still managing to slur everything. I stared at him in shock before remembering the girl he had been grinding on earlier. And the one before that he had taken body shots off of. And the one even earlier that he had been making out with. And the rest of the ones that he had been with tonight. I felt my heart sink, and I looked away.
"But you obviously don't," I said. I snatched my hand back from his grip and stormed up the porch. I was about to yank the door open when I felt a hand on my wrist. He spun me around and backed me up until my back was flat against the side of the house.
"But I dooooooo," Alex said. His breath smelled of alcohol, and I shuddered a little. "Every time I was with a girl, I could only think of yoooouuuuu."
I rolled my eyes. "Well that makes me feel loads better. Thanks Alex, for sticking around. It made me feel good when you left me to go grind with some girls and figure out if you liked me or not. But hey, I'm glad I kept popping up in your min-"
Suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine. I felt my heart stop for a second, and I waited for him to pull away and wipe his lips in disgust. Maybe spit at me or burn me on a stake or something. But nothing happened. My heart began to hammer against my chest, and I kissed him back slowly, tentatively at first, then a little harder. I felt like my whole body was on fire and my fingers itched to tangle themselves in his hair. He deepened the kiss and his tongue swiped my lips, asking for entrance, but in that moment I felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on me.
My eyes snapped open and I shoved at his chest. He reeled away and ran into a pole, his motor skills obviously slowed.
"What was that for?" He demanded.
"I could ask you the same question!" I shot back.
"I thought you liked me!"
"I do! But that was wrong! It would feel like I was taking advantage of you," I said. Alex rolled his eyes.
"I'm the one that kissed you!" He said.
"You're not in your right mind Alex," I said softly.
"Says who?" He thundered.
"Says the fourteen tequila shots, the three beers, and the endless scotch you ordered," I said, rolling my eyes.
"That doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing!" He shouted. I looked at him a little sadly.
"Yes it does." There was a pause before I quietly added, "Goodnight Alex."
I pulled open the door and walked into the house. I heard the heavy oak door slam behind me, and my heart clenched a little. I walked into the bedroom, feeling a little numb. I pulled off my shirt and exchanged my pants for some sweats. I crawled into the bed, but I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what Alex had said.
Eventually. I sat up. I sighed when I realized that Alex still hadn't come back into the cabin. I missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. I rolled my eyes, irritated that I had already gotten used to it. When he didn't come back in the next few minutes, I swapped the pillows. I lay back down and smelled the faint scent of Alex.
I was such a creep.
Unfortunately, the smell was comforting to me, and I quickly fell asleep.
And straight into the worst nightmare I had ever had.
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Woah okay. That was...interesting. So, what did you guys think of Dean meeting Matt? And then the first kiss where they're actually both conscious? Well...not completely conscious, but at least one of them wasn't sleeping. Also, do you think Alex really meant it, or was it just the alcohol talking like Dean thought?
Anyway, let me know what you think of this update in the comments.
And sorry about the awkward cliffhanger, I just needed the chapter to end and for there to be something to write about next update.
I'll try to update as fast as I did this time.
Until then my munchkins :)
xx,
Violet