We're Nothing But Trouble (Valex/Alic)

He bit his lip, biting down gently on the tender skin. God, he looked gorgeous. His lips were a few shades darker than his tanned skin, his just-past shoulder length brown hair curling slightly at the ends, stuffed under a backwards-facing hat. Chocolate eyes roaming my body, long dark lashes framing them. He took a step forward, reaching out and running his hands down my arms. He licked his lips subconsciously, looking up at me. He was so short, but he loved being the more dominant.

He tangled his fingers with mine, still coming closer. Soon, we were standing chest to chest. I leaned down and kissed the side of his face, gently placing kisses in a trail until I reached the corner of his mouth. He turned his head sideways, our lips brushing against each other. A shiver ran through me, reaching my toes and leaving the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

Why do you have this effect on me?

He smiled, eyes flicking up briefly before closing and kissing me sweetly, untangling our fingers and moving his hands to my hips. He started moving us backwards, still slowly kissing me, our noses brushing, until I hit the wall.

So wrong, yet so right.

I deepened the kiss, moving his hands from my hips to around my neck, so that I could then pull him closer to me. His hands crept lower from around my neck, tracing circles on my chest and toying with the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off, breaking our kiss for a second.

'You're beautiful,' he said huskily, his voice low.

- - -

The sheets were tangled around our legs, and I was lying on my stomach as he traced patterns across my back. Guilt filled my stomach, and I flipped myself over, crossing my arms.

'I got engaged.' I whispered, staring at the stark white ceiling. Vic's trailing fingertips, which had moved to my bicep, stopped. I heard the springs squeak, and Vic's knotty hair entered my vision.

'Is this the end of us?' He asked, his voice just as low. His fingertips became restless against my skin again, as though he itched to touch me. I shook my head, unsure.

'I don't know.'

'To who?'

'Jack.' Vic's eyes flashed, quickly returning to a normal gaze. It had always been a competition between them. Jack, my high school sweetheart, or Vic, my friend with benefits. Jack had constantly won between them, his humor and quick wit making me fall for him time and time again. But Vic always had me coming back, the allure of his husky voice and the memories of crazy, drunken-hazed nights making him irresistible to me.

Vic had fallen silent, laying back down next to me and draping an arm over my body. He squeezed himself closer to me, kissing below my ear, where my skull tattoo was placed.

'Or just the means to start again?' Vic asked after a few minutes, nuzzling his head into my shoulder and nipping at the skin. I shivered at his touch.

Make a decision.

Vic now hovered over me, his strong arms holding his body weight  off me. His kisses had moved from my neck to chest, his tongue now joining in on the fun, tracing small circles. He paused in his movements, glancing up at me. I pushed myself forward, connecting our lips. 

- - -

I pulled my jacket on and left the apartment, leaving my keys on the bench with a note. Vic had fallen asleep, and I didn't want to worry him. I shoved my hands in my pockets, reviewing my options once again.

Jack, Vic, Jack, Vic.

It was an endless rotation of names, both tugging at my heart strings. The cool breeze outside helped me clear my head, and the fifteen minute walk to Jack's flat suddenly didn't take as long as I thought it would. One moment I was on Thames Street, the next, South Broadway. I knocked on the door, slipping the silver band around my finger as I went back a half step.

The engagement had seemed quite rushed, now that I thought about it. It was as though the tiny word that I had spoken the other day - yes - was a promise, not to Jack, but to myself. That I wouldn't be unfaithful. I thought I could delude myself with one word deciding my actions. Oh, how I was so wrong.

'Alex,' the skunk haired man behind the door greeted me with a kiss, almost knocking me off my feet.

'Jack,' I replied, pulling out of the kiss. I followed him into the house, and slipped off my ring, becoming nervous. What would he say? Would he hate me?

'Jack, I-' I stared, before being cut off by him.

'Don't say it.' Jack said, spinning around and fixing me with a stare. I gave him a half smile which fell in a few seconds. 'You think I don't know it? You've been fooling around with Vic for years.' He walked around the kitchen bench, tapping his fingers as he did so.