Illicit Beauty

Six

    Greyson's first dinner at the Moreau mansion had gone well to his surprise. He was fed delicious foods that he had never even tried and was even given dessert. With all of the food and dessert, he questioned how the Moreau family stayed so fit. But his happiness was easily stolen once he remembered he would be sleeping in Alex's room for God knows how long.
    Greyson was forced to sleep on Alex's leather couch while Alex continued sleeping on his large, comfy bed.
    "I seriously have to sleep on your uncomfortable couch?" Greyson moaned, crossing his arms.
    "It's either that or the floor," Alex stated. "You choose, my friend."
    "I am not your fucking friend and I sure as hell don't want to be," Greyson scowled, but Alex only laughed at Greyson's little fit.
    "Then don't be, I couldn't care less. Your only priority is to shut the hell up and go to bed, alrighty?" Greyson only rolled his eyes, hating his punishment more than anything. This felt like being put with a random roommate in college and you had no choice but to deal with each other.
    "Can I at least take a shower?"
    "Knock yourself out," Alex answered, removing his leather jacket and throwing it onto his bed. Underneath, Alex wore a plain, black t-shirt that revealed his pale arms. Greyson was shocked Alex didn't have any tattoos, but what really caught his eye was how Alex's wrist was bandaged.
    "What happened to your wrist?" Greyson asked, not even realizing that he had asked the question.
    Immediately Greyson could sense the change in Alex's mood, mainly because it took him a few seconds to respond. Even with Alex's back turned towards Greyson, he could tell Alex wasn't smirking his playful smirk. "I don't want to talk about it."
    "Why not? Are you embarrassed?" Greyson smirked, feeling the need to pester Alex whether he liked it or not.
    "Drop it, Evans," Alex demanded, his voice harsh and cold.
    "Jeez, I was only jokin--"
    "Can you just go take a shower?!" Alex snapped, turning and facing Greyson. It wasn't hard to see how watery Alex's eyes had gotten, but it didn't faze Greyson one bit.
    "Why? So you can cry like a little baby and feel sorry for yourself?!" The more Greyson spoke the angrier he became, but that didn't stop him. "I didn't even ask to be here! All I wanted was to get laid at that party and get away, but no, you and your family of idiotic criminals kidnapped me! Not even them, you and your sister did it!"
    "You think I asked to do that?" Alex questioned, his voice rising as well. "You think I asked to go to that ridiculous party? No! I was supposed to go to a concert and enjoy myself, but instead, I was forced to abandon my night-out and watch your dumbass get shitfaced! You might as well get over it or you're in for one hell of a ride!"
    Greyson's breath grew heavier and heavier as the seconds ticked by, anger bubbling inside of him. There was no point in yelling, he just needed to stand his ground. In one swift move, Greyson balled up his fist as tight as he could and aimed for Alex's eye. Little did he realize that Alex was just as angry and had dodged Greyson's punch just as fast as he had thrown it. As an almost immediate reflex, Alex threw a punch of his own and landed on Greyson's right eye. Not even a second later did Alex kick Greyson in the stomach, sending Greyson to the ground.
    So this was the temper from hell Alessandro was talking about. Grabbing his now injured stomach, Greyson let out a deep groan. His anger had been replaced with annoyance, not expecting to have the wind knocked out of him. It was until he heard Alex laughing that he looked up, watching Alex wipe a tear from his eye as he continued to laugh.
    "What're you laughing at?" Greyson asked with a raspy voice, glaring up at the male.
    "The face you made was just," Alex let out another laugh before continuing, "oh man, it was priceless." Greyson wanted to argue, but the sharp pain in his stomach stopped him from doing so. The only thing he could do was let out another groan and try to stand.
    "Here." Alex offered his hand to Greyson, but Greyson swatted it away.
    Alex only shrugged as he walked away. "Suit yourself." However, feeling the need to take revenge on Alex, Greyson grabbed ahold of Alex's ankle as he walked by; yanking him down onto the ground. Alex landed on the ground with a hard thud beside Greyson, holding his head.
    "Awe, did you fall for me?" Greyson grinned.
    "Non, you dumbass." Alex groaned. "What's with you and making me fall down whenever you do?"
    "Maybe I'm hoping that one day you'll literally fall for me and realize how amazing I am," Greyson joked with a smirk present on his lips.
    "I'd roll my eyes, but thanks to you my head hurts." Alex sighed as he sat up, eventually standing up and holding out his hand for Greyson. This time Greyson took it.
    "Don't be a baby, headaches never stop me from eye-rolling." Greyson chuckled.
    "I assume you must do it a lot then." Alex's smirk returned. "And not just in situations where you're annoyed?" Making his way over to Alex, Greyson planted a hand on the male's shoulder and made direct eye contact.
    "Have someone give you a blowjob and then tell me if you could stop your eyes from rolling back." Greyson smirked. Alex looked up at him with an annoyed expression, opening his mouth to speak except Greyson was already walking away and heading towards the bathroom.