Comfort --RWRB College AU

7. Done

The sound of tires rubbing against the road and the beep of some car locking outside cut through the peace in the room. Alex stirs in his bed, struggling to open his eyes. Sunlight shoots in through the crack of the curtain, falling on the man beside him like a spotlight.

Henry? In my bed? Last night's memories come flashing back into his mind. Alex smirks, eyes falling on the still fast-asleep, angel-like boy. He's lying on his stomach, face squashed into the fluffy pillow, a few strands of blonde lock covering his brows. His milky skin is now covered with red-purplish hickeys, like strawberries decorated in a creamy cake. There are some bruises littered on his waist, last night's every detail comes back to Alex.

The sudden ring of the doorbell downstairs startles Alex. What? Tearing his eyes away from the sleeping beauty, he fetches his phone to check the time. The popping notification catches his eyes. It's Amy, the landlord of this apartment.

Amy: I'm heading over now and I'll be there in half an hour.

The message was sent half an hour ago, so it's Amy out there. Amy? What is she- 

Oh.

"Fuck."

Henry stirs beside him as the doorbell rings again. "Wha- Alex?" His voice is hoarse, muffled by the pillow. Now it suddenly strikes Alex, last night, they went to the bathroom immediately after their little fun on the couch, and the mess there is totally forgotten.

"Fuck." And the doorbell goes again.

"Is someone out there?" Henry flips to his back and opens his eyes to look at Alex. "No worries, babe. Stay here." He shoots up from the bed, throwing the cover over Henry. He grabs a random pair of pants from his wardrobe, jumping in while rushing downstairs. He does remember to shut the door of his bedroom, what a considering roommate he is.

"Wai-wait a second, Amy!" Alex pushes the coffee table to the corner of the room, covering the cup of water that was knocked over yesterday. He then kicks all the clothes scattered around the floor under the couch. And the couch! For fuck's sake! Alex hopelessly finds that the dried white spots on the scarlet cotton cushion are far from invisible. In a hurry, he grabs the large towel that is hanging on the kitchen chairs and covers the back and cushion of the couch. The only thing he wants to do now is to punch the yesterday-Alex right in the face.

"Alex? Something wrong?" Amy knocks on the door, her loud voice coming straight through the door. "Do you ne-"

"Good morning!" Alex opens the door with a perfect charming smile on his face.

"Oh." Amy scans Alex up and down, taking in his bare chest and the inappropriate dress pants. She asks hesitantly. "Er. Is it not a good time?"

"Oh no no no. It's just the project stuff. Ya know, draining every brain cell late last night. Think I have to sleep through the whole day to recover." Alex jokes with his typical laugh. "Thanks for coming anyways."

Amy doesn't question further. "You're welcome, boy. So, something wrong with the tap yeah?" She walks in.

Alex follows her and walks to her left, trying his best to shield the mess in the living room. It's lucky that she doesn't look around. But she wrinkles her nose. "You should open the windows and let some fresh air in, young man. 's not good for your health to keep the AC running all day."

Alex's breath hitches. He sniffs the air but fails to capture the scent of the previous night's sex. His heart is thumping in his chest. He sneaks a quick glare at Amy but the latter doesn't seem to continue on this topic. Looks like luck is on Alex's side today. Amy starts chatting as she walks upstairs. Alex goes along more than happily, his tense back now relaxing.