Before the final Show:- Allen not home. Well, Allen  not in their home. He’s back in his family house, across the city, tucked into his childhood bed and sleeping the night away. Sebestian knows this because they’d already exchanged goodnight messages hours before. Sebestian thinks back over the day and frowns again at the ache in his chest. He can’t put his finger on it exactly but Allen had been acting strange all day. Starting with breaking their eye contact at every turn and ending with no silly stickers or emojis in their messages. Sebestian burrows further into his blanket and tries to leave it all for tomorrow but his brain, ever the overachiever, refuses to shut off. He sighs and turns over, finally giving up on any hopes of sleep. He picks up his phone and logs on to twitter. His school page always manage to cheer him up and if anything, school cute rants give him something else to focus on. He’s scrolling through his school tag checking on Allen profil

No not him..   "Is he?"   Allen was about to run beat the shit out of Alex when Ash stop him.   "Listen Allen if it's really him than we all are going to ignore him. If you love me then you will do as I say. Remember we don't know him"   With that Ash leave Allen hand who take a long breath and clam himself.   Sebastian staring at him with his signature poker face which make Ash roll his eyes.         The man who’d been handing out paper, Alex, glanced up. As soon as their eyes met, he stood a little straighter. Ash couldn’t help but notice the quick scan up and down Alex gave him, tracing the line of his body with a dark, calculating gaze. Something about the way the man’s eyes fell on him made his skin itch, but he would be lying to himself if he said this particular itch was entirely unpleasant.  

The drive to Ash  modern house in the posh suburb at the edge of the city was all-but silent. Ash was leaning against the car door, his forehead pressed to the cool glass of the window. He was so hot and Alex worried eyes never leaving him for even a second didn’t help. Sweat was pooling along the line of his spine, beading at his hairline, spreading across his collarbones. He’d tossed his jacket onto the seat between them as soon as they’d gotten into the back. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, but he was still burning up. When they pulled up the front drive, Ash hand flopped down onto the door handle. He wasn’t sure if opening it was the best idea. With his luck he’d topple out onto the pavement. Ash head lolled away from the window. His hooded eyes falling on Alex. “Alex…” he drawled. Ash didn’t even have to finish his thought. Immediately, Alex got out of the car and came around to Ash side. He opened the

From his place propped up on the couch, Ash eyed Alex with suspicion as he walked back into the room. His phone was tucked away in his pocket again, instead he held a glass of water.   “Here. Sit up and drink something,” Alex murmured monotonously. He held out the glass without looking at Ash. A frown creased his brow. He seemed...troubled.   Ash cautiously took the glass, but his gaze never left Alex anxious features. “What is it? What did the doctor say? Am I going to—” he hissed, cutting himself off as yet another flash of heat struck him. A soft gasp escaped his lips.   Alex sat next to him, a hand smoothing over his back in gentle, calming strokes. “I’m going to call a car. You have to get to a heat clinic.”   Ash nearly choked on his first sip of water. “No,” he coughed out, shaking his head. He turned to glare at Alex and pointed a finger firmly in his face. “Hell no.”   “

“Okay,” Alex breath tickled Ash lips as he spoke. “I’ll give it to you.”   Ash shuddered beneath him, grateful, relieved. His hands lifted to grasp at his ex mate shirt where it was tucked into his trousers. His fingers clenched, fisting in the fabric as Alex weight shifted above him. The Alpha’s hips rolled, pressing down onto him from above so Ash, his Ash could feel how hard he was, how big he was, how good it would feel. And they were only just getting started. With a hooded gaze, hypnotized by lust, Ash watched Alex finger slip into the knot of his own tie, loosening it, pulling it away and tossing it aside before unbuttoning his shirt. Alex pace was deliberate, teasingly so. Long deft fingers plucked apart one button at a time. Gradually the sculpted expanse of his chest was revealed to Ash needy gaze. Without a second thought, Ash lifted a hand to the bared expanse of Alex chest. His palm slid between his pectorals and down, parting his sh