Alex would really like a kiss his mate, but he was also content with this – with being allowed to touch his Ash, with being near him, with getting to look at his beloved face. Suddenly, Ash was standing, pulling away from Alex, which was absolutely unacceptable. He started to whine in protest, but then Ash got his hands underneath Alex arms and levered him to standing as well, so that was fine. “If you scare my kid or throw up in my house, I’m tossing you out on your ass. Got it?” Ash said, with a growl that was only half bite. Alex hummed in acknowledgement and stumbled over the ten steps to the front door. Ash had to help him with his shoes. Together, they got Alex to the daybed in the living room, where Ash unceremoniously dumped him and declared, “I’ll get you water and a blanket. Don’t go wandering.” He left. Alex felt bereft with him gone, but he

With a sigh, Ash turned to stare up at the ceiling. He mumbled, "They sound stupid now." "Yeah, so do mine," Alex agreed, and then decided that Ash looked comfy and copied him, lying flat on the daybed and staring at the unremarkable concrete ceiling. He didn't know where they stood just yet. If Ash was still angry, Alex wouldn't blame him. Alex had told him that he'd be back on some months, and then he didn't come home for seven - six, in Ash perception. And in the meantime, Ash had had to raise their son alone, apparently convinced that Alex had found a new family in the other and wasn't planning to come back. Ash heard to Sam, how Ash always go to his old pack house to see him. When Alex told Sam to call his mate and say those things, Sam was angry. He don't want to do all those things but Alex beg him which he never did. How Alex wish to kill his father, how he wish he can publish him but it's no

"What the hell is wrong with your family? I am going to kill your grandfather" Ash hiss which make Alex smile tiny. "Well he is dead already,"  Alex massage his temper awkwardly when Ash gare him again "And what about letters, who send letter to Man, why the fuck he didn't show me your letters. Why everyone doing this to our realtionship, do they think it's funny?".  “What?” Alex said, brow furrowing further. “I sent them. They definitely sent to Man. I can't send you directly beacuse of my grandfather, not even Allen he know him to but Man. Grandfather don't know much about him.” He reached into his pocket for hs phone, showing Ash his writing pad where he write a soft copy before sending hardcopy to man, and the long series of letter he’d sent to Ash, just like Alex told him. Ash took the phone, scrolling with wide eyes, and then

Alex has always been the type of person who prefers to keep his feelings on the down-low. His feelings regarding everything in his life. He wouldn't say that he isn't intense, because the fire that burns in his chest every time he looks at Ash is very intense.He prefers to show his feelings subtly, prefers to come off as casual and easy-going as if nothing affects him. At this moment, however, the moment when he's pressed close to Ash, so close that he can smell his mate scent every time he breathes, so close that Alex can hear the steady and soothing beating of his Ash heart, Alex doesn’t want to be subtle. He really miss this, all of this but now he is ok, everything is ok. There is no purpose in being subtle anymore. Now that he already has his Ash back in his arms, he has no plans in being subtle. He wants to shower Ash with all his affections, though hopefully not so much to the point that Ash felt suffocated and could no longer stand him.“Alex

Alex sprawled on their bed, wearing shorts and a T-shirt as the day got warm and quite humid. He’s catching up with messages on his phone as he becomes aware of movement by the door, his head turning, blinking in pleasant surprise, his heartbeat quickening as he takes in the sight of his beautiful mate.He’s wearing a thin, short, white bathrobe, his hair up and fastened in the back, revealing all of his gorgeous face. Alex rather spellbound, at first not noticing the object Ash holding in his hand, now waving in front of him. “I need to shave my hair again, will you do it for me, Alex?” His smile is charming, and much too tempting for Alex, knowing that might be his sole interpretation, but he lets go of his phone instantly, mid message, and gets out of bed as if bewitched, his hand taken by Ash who smiles happily at his request being granted, and leads him to the bathroom.He puts the razor into Alex hand, and sits down on a stool i