Fexi AU: Writer and Tony Award Winner, Lexi Howard & famous Music Producer, Fezco O’Neill hide the fact that they’ve been dating from the press. Everyone only finds out when Lexi spills the beans in her new memoir, Long Story Short.
Lexie Howard was arching off of his bed and Fez had a special view, looking up at her between her thighs. Her velvet skin rubbed against his beard, scratching over so gently. His fingers were making quick work in her and she was flushed. She looked like a rose.
“Fez,” His voice sinfully slid from her lips as she covered her face. He sucked a red bruise into her thigh and her legs shook with desperation. “Fez, uh,” her breathe had left her chest rising and falling without rhythm. He lifted his head and drank in her image He ran his hand up her stomach, stopping to cup her breast.
“Nah,” He left a trail of desire as he ran his hands around her rosebud nipple. Every single nerve in her body was on fire. “Nah, you’re fuckin Lexi Howard.” He leaned forward, lips next to her ear. “If you want me to stop, you’ll use your words.” He pinched and she whimpered. Desire shot through him as he watched her fall apart under his touch. “You’re fuckin Lexi Howard.” The words kept falling from his mouth as he trailed down her neck, whispering it like a prayer. He slowed his fingers down to shallow thrusts and took her nipple into his mouth. Lexi moaned. He flicked his tongue over it and her nails drew red lines following the curve of his bicep.
He let go, raising his head. His silver chain stood out in his freckled chest, littered with black ink- most likely thanks to Ashtray. His heavy-lidded eyes raked up her chest and when they met hers, Lexi’s knees trembled ever so slightly. The anticipation and his fingers between her thighs made her vision go soft. He was in control- like a puppeteer. She would be his willing puppet if she could chase this feeling forever.
“Lex, I wanna fuckin be honest with you,” He straightened his back and she gazed up at him, enraptured. She’d always been in Cassie’s shadow. She’d never grabbed the attention of men in the room like her sister did. But Fez. He looked at her, really bore into her soul. From their first interaction together on New Years, Fez had learned how to read her. Now, his attention could burn, it was so hot and concentrated on her. “You do things to me. I aint never felt the things that I feel with you.”
Lexi sat up, reaching between them. Her hand found her target and Fez sighed with relief and pleasure. She swiped her thumb over the pearl of precum and he crumpled. As he laid down, she followed him, straddling his hips, one hand occupied while the other roamed, following faded scars and tattoos. She ducked her head, catching his lips and she rolled her hips against him- his hands flying to her hips, taking a hold where her hips dipped into her thighs. The shallow thrusts and the angle she leaned forward, making Fez barely lean up to meet her lips was driving her crazy. She was so fucking wet. She slid a hand between them, adjusting herself so she was just hovering and looked up at him through her lashes. Waiting for the silent approval, which he gave.
Pleasure slows everything down. The tip of his heavy cock met her velvet entrance and Lexi Howard sank. Sank into the feeling of scalding pleasure. His hands grabbed her round ass and his head rolled back as he filled her up completely. Her nails were leaving imprints on his skin. She shallowly rolled forward before she slowly raised and lowered herself, picking up speed when Fez’s forehead crinkled in pleasure. “Fuck.” The word slipped into the air and Fez thrust up into her, chasing the sensation. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her breast bouncing in time with him. She watched his furrowed eyebrows and determined eyes, the way his jaw slackened and tightened with his movements and the pleasure that exploded in her stomach with every thrust. They alternated and Lexi set the pace, rising slightly higher with every bounce. One hand stayed white-knuckled on the flesh of her hip while the other caught her breast which Fez sucked a dark bruise into the pale canvas. His callous thumb circled her nipple.
Her pleas were nonsensical and she was chasing the pleasure knotting in her stomach, running towards it. He dropped her boob, letting it bounce with her body, and went to circling her clit, deliberately watching her to watch her fall apart on just this. “Please, please, please,” breathy and begging for him. Fez could listen to the melody of cries on loop for the rest of his life. He sped up, keeping pace with her thrusts onto him. She was so wet and fucking hot, like a fever. Her cunt swallowed down to his base and rose and rolled over and over again. The pleasure made her stomach knot, getting tighter and tighter with every movement. She was just on the brink, pleasure pulsing through her in waves. She was so close.
“I fucking love you,” his guttural words were sprinkled between obscenities and pleas and that, in addition to their rhythm and Fez’s talented fingers, she fell.
The knot in her stomach exploded and she felt ethereal. White energy fucking swallowed her. Her thighs tightened on his hips and her head rolled back, exposing her long neck. She shuddered and a wave of wet coated Fez’s stomach as he ground up into her. His cock throbbed and she whimpered, riding the high out. Her mindless downward grind stopped and she shifted, balancing her weight on one knee, as if to dismount. She tumbled next to Fez, her eyes shining, taking in his face. “I love you too.” A smile full of warmth made Fez’s stomach flip and he smiled, rolling onto all fours, positioned between her knees. He pulled her legs forward and her whole body shifted closer to him.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done.”
——
She was face first into Fez’s pillows as a slew of “fuck” and “please” lost themselves, muffled. She was on her knees, arched backwards and meeting his needy thrusts. One hand designated for her hip while the other encapsulated her hair, pulling her head back.
“What’d you say, princess?” His voice was shot- low and breathy, caught in his chest. The vibration made Lexi shiver. She belonged to him.
“I’m close.” She panted. He had complete control of her and she loved it.
His hand made its way to her throat, pulling her back against him- stomach to back, and kept thrusting.
On the other side of the room, next to his closet, was a mirror. It was floor length and perfectly across from the bed where Lexi could watch him destroy her. Her hair was wild and her chest- her entire body- was flushed. His hand found her chin and made her look at the mirror. His dark eyes met her gaze at it reflected on them.
“I want you to watch yourself cum.” The filthy words shot through her and tears of pleasure weld up in the corners of her eyes.
Fez was going to explode. He was so close. He wanted to watch her fall apart by him again.
With his hands on her, engulfing her, she came again, hard. Her body rocked with pleasure and aftershock. His hand on her jaw, she watched her body go slack and felt her eyes roll back, moans pouring out of her mouth. The pleasure on her face did it for Fezco. He pulled out, still holding her up. One, two, three pumps and he splattered onto the curve of her ass, pressed right against him. She moaned at the feeling and he groaned out a single, long, “Fuck.”
———
He immediately got her a water and helped towel her off, getting her back. She laid under his comforter, in his sweater again. She looked gorgeous, her eyes following him as she chewed on her lip.
“What’re you thinking ‘bout, little angel?” Fez was just pulling on his pajama pants again, adjusting the waistband. Lexi looked up at him, like she had been caught. A crooked smile adorned his face as he sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. She instinctively rested her head on her chest.
“It’s dumb.” She dismissed. Her fingers played with the thin chain around his throat.
“Let me decide that.”
She studied his face- his crushingly genuine eyes and smile. She blushed when she asked. “Do you… actually love me? It was probably just the heat of the moment, never-.”
Fez pressed a kiss to her forehead, silencing her rambling.
“Hell yea, I meant it. I love you. I knew you’d be someone I’d want in my life since I met you, Lex.” He paused at her wide, glassy eyes.
Lexi can imagine the future headlines now: LOVE ISLAND STARS F@#& IN VILLA! LITTLE HOWARD IS A SLUT NOW!
As Fezco overwhelms her from head to toe with pleasure, apparently spurred on by her display, she can’t find it in herself to care. At least the post-production interviews will be juicy.
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A Love Island AU where Fezco and Lexi finally succumb to multiple weeks of sleeping in the same bed.
Lexi tried not to think about it: that night where Rue went to see Fez; that night where Lexi listened in from the bedroom, feeling helpless to it all. She wanted to listen to Fez when he told her to stay out of it, and to give herself half a shred of credit, she wasn’t the one to bring it up.
No, in the end, it was Rue who approached her about it, high out of her mind on a Tuesday afternoon. “Yo, Lexi, I’m… well, I don’t really know how to say this,” she said, a sorta slur in her speech, a stumble in her step as she held onto the neighbouring locker for support.
Lexi could’ve told Rue to stop before she even started, and Rue would’ve never known that she knew about the predicament she was in, but Lexi didn’t do that. Instead, Lexi listened to Rue’s disjoined explanation about how she’s become the worst drug dealer in the history of drug dealers, and now owe 10k in drug money, without a clue on how to get it.
“So… you’re asking me to become… a drug dealer?”
“Or, like, find a way to come up with 10K?”
“So you wanna keep the drugs? Rue, that’s worse,” Lexi hissed, closing her locker with a slam. “How much have you already… taken, anyways?”
“I dunno.”
“You don’t know?”
“I… probably like a quarter?”
“A quarter?”
“Maybe a little more.”
“Rue!” Lexi couldn’t help but exclaim, anger and frustration pricking her skin as she felt herself starting to get worked up over something she said she wouldn’t get worked up over.
Rue could tell, making an exasperated noise that sounded a bit like a whine; “Lexi, I don’t want to hear it right now, I really don’t. All I need to know is if you’ll help me, because… because I really need it right now.”
Don’t get involved, it’s not worth it; she reminded herself.
It’s not exactly like she’d ever return the favour.
“I don’t know anything about being a drug dealer,” Lexi said instead.
“I don’t either, but I thought… I figured… we could sorta figure it out together. Like partners in crime.”
Lexi laughed at that one, slightly annoyed that Rue chose to follow her to her next class. “Rue… this is serious.”
“I mean, if Fez could do it—”
“—Fez literally grew up doing this shit! What makes you think we’d suddenly be pros?”
“Woah! Didn’t realize I touched a nerve.”
Rue gave her a funny look, causing Lexi to stop in her tracks to give her friend a proper look. She regretted it almost as soon she did, as it gave her the opportunity to notice how bad Rue looked. “If we’re going to do this,” Lexi breathed out, wishing she could stop the words that were coming out of her mouth, “we’re going to do this right.”
“Hence, why I came to you about it! Well, that and the fact that you’re the only one who knows about my little…” relapse. Lexi doesn’t need to hear the end of the sentence, she could fill in the blanks just fine.
Every time she was reminded by the fact, it would catch in the pit of her stomach, and twist at her insides. She should just go to Rue’s mom, and tell her what’s going on. Lexi knew it was the best chance Rue had at getting better, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, clinging to the blind hope that Rue would try and change for herself. For the people who cared about her.
Because if Rue could see it, maybe her dad could to. Not that she cared about him anymore. She knew he was too far gone.
“So, you’re in?”
Lexi studied Rue’s appearance, sweat matting her hair to the nape of her neck, sunglasses hiding the haze of her mind; “yea, I guess I am.”
She wasn’t dumb enough to think that she was helping Rue, or at least, that’s what she told herself that night as she tried to come up with a plan.
They decided to start with large gatherings—parties, lunch break, that sorta thing. It was Lexi’s suggestion, not just to keep their names off the radar, but because she had been watching how Fez worked, and knew that it was best option she had at keeping him in the dark to all of it. Because that was the last thing she wanted to happen.
Rue teased her for it, telling her that she was overthinking it, and that it was: “really not the serious,” and that most drug dealers: “are so high, they don’t pay much attention to the details.”
“Smoking a bit of weed, and using up half the supply of fentanyl are different things, Rue.”
Rue raised her hands in defence, before letting Lexi carry on with her plan.
That night when she had gone to see Fez, he could tell something was off, but didn’t press too hard when she shook the question off. She liked that about Fez, how he didn’t pry, but kept the question there on the table if she ever did want to talk about it.
And she did want to talk about it, but, she couldn’t do that to him—put him in such a position where he’d feel forced to make a decision, to get involved in something he chose to stay out of, to feel the responsibility he didn’t deserve to feel… well, she couldn’t do that to him. So, she kept quiet, and instead snuggled closer to his chest and tried to pay attention to the movie they were watching.
She pretended that everything would be okay if she stayed in his arms, creating an invisible shield between them and the outside world. She’d go back to it every time she started to get overwhelmed after that, closing her eyes and picturing the couch they’d sit on, like she wasn’t selling a bunch of pills to a bunch of random people. She pretended like the very thought didn’t make her feel incredibly uncomfortable, like she was going against a fundamental value of hers with every handful of cash she’d take.
They made close to three grand within the two week, giving Lexi the slightest bit of hope that they were going to figure it out. It gave her enough hope to agree to celebrate with Rue on Friday.
“Who would’ve thought that we’d be here now,” Rue said to her as they drank, sitting on the floor of Lexi’s bedroom. “Best. Friends. Forever.”
Lexi snorted into her drink, smiling to herself of the thought. “I definitely did not think my high school experience would include selling drugs, I’ll give you that.”
“Thanks, by the way. For sticking with me,” Rue added, “I think you’re the only one… whose stuck by my side through it all. Even when I’m a shit person.”
“You aren’t—”
“—yea. I am. I couldn’t stay clean for everyone, I basically walked myself into a corner with no way out.”
“We’re finding a way out now.”
Rue gave her a funny look, an ironic smile dancing on her lips as she crushed her first drink and reached for a second. “What is it?” Lexi asked, but Rue didn’t respond.
She found her answer a day later when she went through their supply.
“Whatcha looking for?” Rue asked from the other room, oblivious to Lexi’s findings; “so, I was thinking that we go to this party on 6th street that’s coming up, see if we can make use of peoples drunken decisions.”
“Lexi?”
She turned to find Rue right behind her now, a series of emotions flashing across her face as she realized why Lexi was staring at her in such a way. “Lexi…” she started slowly, “I…”
“There’s no way that we’re going to make that money back,” Lexi whispered, “you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? I’m trying to help you!”
“I didn’t ask for it!”
“Yes! Yes, you did!” Lexi ran her hands through her hair, panic starting to make its way to the surface, and settled in her heart. “Rue. You’ve been running the supply dry! Do you really have no self control?”
“Pretty sure that’s the definition of an addict, Lexi,” Rue fired back, getting angry now too, “you shouldn’t have taken that into consideration when you agreed to help. Did you really think I could just suddenly go a few weeks without anything? I… I need…”
“You need help,” Lexi finished for her, “and I haven’t been helping you, have I?”
“No! No, you have! It’s not your fault that I’m here, I… I wouldn’t have had to do this if Fez hadn’t cut me off! I wouldn’t have had to do all this if—”
“—don’t you dare bring Fez into this! This was your decision, addict or not. Why even ask for my help if you were going to keep using it all up?”
“Well, I figured once you realized we weren’t going to make it all back you’d… help in other ways.”
Lexi couldn’t understand how she didn’t see it before, too blinded by her naïve hope to notice Rue’s clammy skin, and dilated eyes. “Help in other ways, how?” Lexi asked in a dangerously even tone.
“I don’t know! Does your… does your mom still have her wedding ring or something?”
“Does my mom—”
“—I can’t take my moms, my dads dead, remember?”
Lexi’s mouth hangs open, taking one last second to stare before storming past Rue. “Where are you going?” Rue asks.
“I don’t know! I don’t know anything, Rue!” Lexi tells her, looking back over her shoulder; “at least Fez took steps to try and stop you from using; steps that I’m clearly not taking. Maybe it’s time I do the right thing.”
“Nono, Lexi wait!”
But she’s already walking away, listening to Rue’s increasingly desperate voice as she tries to talk her out of doing something stupid.
Lexi wished she had the strength to tell her mom right then and there when she got home, grief and anger making her head feel light and clouded, the words hanging on the tip of her tongue when her mom asked her how her night went.
But still, she couldn’t do it, and instead said that she didn’t feel well.
“Well then go lie down, sweetie, make it an early night. You don’t look very good.”
Lexi didn’t feel very good, either. But, she couldn’t fall asleep either, so when she heard her mom go to sleep, she snuck out of the window and went to see Fez.
“Yo, Lexi. What are you… what are you doin here?” He asked her when he found her on his front steps, opening the door a little wider and gesturing for her to come inside.
She sniffled, hastily wiping her face when she realized she was now crying.
“I think I fucked up,” she told him, “and I really didn’t want to tell you, but I don’t know what else to do—and where else to go. You’re… you’re like the only one who knows.”
“Knows what?”
He closes the door behind them, wordlessly taking Lexi’s coat off and hanging it on one of the hooks that hung in the entryway. She relaxed slightly as she felt his hands on her shoulders, the moment allowing her to get a proper breath into her lungs. “Rue,” she explained shortly, “Rue came to me, and I tried to help.”
“You…” she watches as realization dawns in his eyes, and he suddenly looked a little more interested in what she had to say. “Lex, please don’t tell me you got involved with that shit.”
“I…” the tears started to fall again, only this time it was out of fear of disappointing him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry. I’m…”
She trails off as he pulls her into his arms, his firm hand holding the back of her head and pressing her in close to his chest. She breathes in the scent of his laundry detergent mixed with weed and whatever body wash he used, the scent that told her she was safe, and that the rest of the world can wait for a moment.
“You should’ve told me, I could’ve…” Fez let out a small huff of frustration, “I could’ve gotten you outta this.”
“I couldn’t just watch her drown,” Lexi sobs quietly, “I’m sorry, I could see her disappear like…” she swallows hard; “like my dad.”
“Just tell me what happened, alright? We’ll see what we can do. Nobodies gunna drown, okay?”
Lexi nods against him, taking a deep breath before explaining: “she used too much of her supply, and asked for help in… getting her moneys worth for the rest of it. But, she kept using it, and now there’s not enough, no matter what we do, she used too much of it.”
She listens to Fez curse softly, leading her to the living room and getting her to sit down. “And she got it from Laurie?”
Lexi nods silently, wishing she could pretend she didn’t see the steady panic building in his eyes.
“Okay… okay,” Fez mutters, taking a second to think before addressing her again; “are you good? Do you, like, want… I could make tea?”
Despite everything she actually considers it; “tea would be nice.”
“Okay, I’ll boil the water, just give me a sec.”
She watches him leave, gnawing at the inside of her cheek as she already wants him back to tell her it’s going to be okay. However, the tea was nice when he finally returned with it, and she drank it in silence as he watched her closely.
They ended up falling asleep right there on the couch, and he drove her home the next morning after a quick breakfast—like nothing had changed.
“You know, this isn’t your fault,” he said to her right as they pulled up to her house.
“It isn’t yours either.”
He nodded too fast, which was how she knew he didn’t believe her. “This is Rue, remember? I was friends with her before you. This has nothing to do with your world.”
“It doesn’t help that you’ve somehow managed to find yourself in my world. Whether it’s my doing or not—still my world.”
She kisses him, letting her hand linger on his cheek; “it’s not your fault.”
“You’re too kind, Lexi Howard.”
She smiled, and let him kiss her forehead before heading inside.
“Hey mom,” she greeted as she saw her in the living room.
“Hey sweetie, haven’t heard from Rue, have you? Her mom just called asking if we knew where she was.”
“No I…” her voice gets caught in her throat; “I haven’t.”
“Okay, well, just let me know if you do, alright?”
“Yea… I will.”
She pulls out her phone to text Rue the second she gets to her room, ignoring Cassie’s sulky stare as Lexi paces back and forth in front of her. Rue’s phone goes to voicemail when she decides to call her, and she leaves some rushed message along the lines of: “where the fuck are you.”
Fuck. She makes the split second decision to go out and look for her after the second call doesn’t go through, not bothering to explain this to her sister as she asks in that slightly whiney voice of hers where she was going.
No, she doesn’t tell her sister, nor her mom, and instead drags her bike out of the garage and starts heading to all of the spots Rue would go when she was avoiding her mom.
She finds her at the park they used to go the when they were little, sitting cross legged at the end of the slide. “Rue! I tried calling you!”
“The bad men are coming for me, Lex. Can’t take any risks.”
“The… the bad men? What are you talking about?”
“They ambushed me last night when I was walking home, had to go into hiding.”
Lexi tried to wrap her head around what she’s being told; “and a public park was your idea of hiding?” She finally went with, “Rue, we have to get you somewhere safe.”
“They’ll never expect it.”
“Rue…”
“Seriously Lexi, I’m a genius.”
“You…” she shook her head, unable to find the right words to use. “Come on, lets try and get you safe, okay? We can go to my place.”
But, just as she pulls Rue to her feet, they’re greeted with two men in wife-beaters and stern expressions. “What do we…” Lexi begins, only to have the men advance at a rapid pace, and grab them before they even get a chance to think about running.
“The more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt you,” one of them tells her, “you guys are just going to take a quick trip to see the boss, alright?”
Instantly, her body goes into overdrive, with every instinct telling her that she’s about to die.
Lexi squeezes her eyes shut, and once again pretends she was back on Fez’s couch, his arms holding her and telling her it’s okay. She could almost feel the pile of blankets that draped over the back of the couch, she could almost see the smoke that lingered in the room.
But then she blinks, and is reminded where she actually is as the car comes to a stop with a screech, and they’re getting brought to a house that sat in a small gated community. “I’ll just tell them you weren’t involved,” Rue tells her, but for some reason, Lexi has a hunch that whatever Rue says won’t be taken very seriously.
Lexi looks around as they walk through the front door, her eyes falling on the parrot that sat watching them in the living room, squawking loudly upon their entry. “What the fuck,” she murmurs quietly, stealing a quick glance at Rue as she appears to be somewhat unfazed by the bird. It reminds her of the fact that Rue has been here before.
A woman comes out to greet them in a voice that sounded so soft she had to make sure the woman had actually spoken. “I’ve been brought up to date on your current situation girls. You really think I don’t check up on my money?”
Rue sways slightly, making Lexi turn to make a note of how Rue was starting to look increasingly ill. How long had it been since she’s had anything; Lexi wonders, almost wishing she could ask her now.
But, it didn’t take a genius to make an estimated guess.
“Unfortunately, girls, I need my money. I’m running a business here.”
“Yes, I understand that,” Rue says, “we just… need a’lil more… time.”
She was definitely starting to experience withdrawals, Lexi could start to see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. But apparently, so can the woman whose introduced herself as Laurie. “You’re going through withdrawals, aren’t you Ruby?”
“Erm…”
“I can help that, you know?”
Rue and Lexi spot the needle at the same time, Lexi reaching and and grabbing Rue by the arm. “Don’t,” she warns, “we’ll pay for it later.”
“I’m not a monster,” Laurie tells them both, “I’ve seen countless addicts, Rue.”
“Rue,” Lexi warns again, but can’t stop Rue from leaving this time, as when she tries to follow one of the men holds her back. She struggles against their hold, and doesn’t stop until he lands a blow to her cheekbone.
Lexi’s never really been hit before, so it startles her, making her stumble back and reach out to touch the side of face, just to feel it throbbing beneath her fingertips.
“Hey,” she hears one of them say, “ain’t that the girl that came to the house after mouse got murked.”
“Yea,” another one goes, “call Fezco up, see what he knows.”
“No.” Lexi’s response was involuntary, an instinctive cry at the thought of him getting involved. But, it was also ineffective, as all it does was cause the man who was holding her back to roughly shove her again, a pain spreading down the length of her arm as it twists awkwardly. So, she listens to them call Fez while holding her arm in silent pain, letting everything she felt consume her until all she could do was stare blankly at the floor.
She doesn’t even blink until Fez shows up, unable to tear her gaze away until she can hear his distinct voice. It makes her look up, briefly, just to see Fez look at her in silent torture.
“What’s all this?” He asks, indifferently enough, “this ain’t cool man, they’re not apart of this.”
“Yea? Then how did they rob us of 10k?”
“I dunno nothing about that.”
Lexi lets out a small noise as the man grabs her a little harder, just to watch the slightest twitch in Fez’s jaw. “Nah. I think you do,” he says, Lexi crying out this time as he twists her arm a little more, just to tease the idea of doing some more permanent damage.
Fez raises his arms, a gesture for the man to stop. “There’s no need for all of that, alright? Please, just…”
“You got the money?”
“The money?”
“A trade—make things even.”
“They ain’t…” he watches as the man lands another cheep shot to Lexi’s side, and he yells for him to let go. It wasn’t hard, nor did it necessarily put her in any more pain than she was already in, but from the look in Fez’s eyes it’s clear that the mans intention was to do nothing more than get a reaction out of him, which he had been successful in doing. “Alright! I’ll get it to you! Just… give her to me, okay?”
The man looks over at Laurie, who sits by Rue’s side. “Come back with the money, and they’re all yours.”
She could count the minutes if she really tried, that’s how quickly he returned, however, it could’ve also been the trauma she received to her head. Watching as Fez picked Rue up—as she was too drugged out to stand on her own—she followed him. He got Rue into the backseat of his car with ease, and then he turned to Lexi.
“I…” she begins as he walks over to where she was standing; “I’m sorry.”
He pulls her into his arms first, holding the side of her face so that when he pulls back, he can tilt her head back and kiss her. “It’s all good now, okay? You’re safe.”
Still, when his hand brushes past her cheek, she can’t help but flinch, Fez instantly pulling away when he realizes that she was in pain. “Let’s go home and get you some ice.”
“I’m fine; really.”
“I’m gunna get you ice,” he repeats a little more firmly, “it’s bad enough that I’m going to take you home looking like… well… y’know.”
“You’re taking me home?”
Lexi doesn’t like how her voice sounds when she speaks, as it quivers, and sounds too high, too… weak.
“Tomorrow. I mean’t.” Fez tells her as he leads her into the passenger seat of the car. “Unless you want to go home tonight?”
“No. No, I don’t.”
He gives her a quick look before walking around to the other side, and slides into the drivers seat, but it says enough.
She hears Rue laugh from the backseat as they start to drive away. “Fuck, I’m so high I think I just hallucinated you two making out.”
“Rue. Please, not now,” Lexi tells her friend, wanting nothing less than to engage in a conversation with her right now.
But still, Rue continues on; “fuck, imagine that, though. Ha!”
Fez scoffs sarcastically, and Lexi watches as he becomes visibly more frustrated when he catches the miserable look on her face. “Alright, Rue. We get it,” he tells her, while reaching out and taking Lexi’s hand from her lap, and giving it a light squeeze.
She couldn’t tell if Rue had noticed his act, or just that Fez sounded more sarcastic than normal, but either way she sees her slowly move to sit up a little straighter in the back seat. “Wait… tell me I’m wrong, then,” Rue goes as she tries to stay upright, while Fez has started to coincidentally drive a little bit more aggressively.
“Oh my God, I’m right!”
Neither Lexi nor Fez speak up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys are… youguysarefuckin?”
They don’t have to speak up, as Rue passes out shortly after (something that they knew would happen), and Lexi finally lets the tears that she had been holding back fall. The worst part is that she can feel Fez watching her as he tries to figure out how to comfort her, when right now, in this moment, all she wants is to be invisible, to simply cease to exist.
Even if it was just for a moment.
“I hate that I care about her,” she finally says through broken gasps for air, “I fuckin hate that I care, and that I’d call her my friend, even… even after she’s put me through hell, even after she’s… she’s put me last.”
“I know, Lex.”
“And I hate that all I can think about right now is how scared I am that you’ll leave.”
His body shift ever so slightly, and Lexi’s heart sinks as he takes just a moment too long to respond.
“No,” she whispers, watching as the car comes to a stop out front of his place. “No. Please don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything about breaking up,” Fez tells her, trying to hide the fact that he was still trying to find the right words to use. “C’mon now, why don’t we just head inside.”
Lexi wants to refuse. She wants to cross her arms and scream and yell and refuse to get out of the car until he promises he won’t leave her. But, instead she opens the door for Fez as he carries Rue inside, and lets him press ice to the side of her face once he’s found a place for her friend on the couch.
“Rue was outta line,” Fez says after a couple minutes of silence, “I need you to stay out of her shit, okay?”
Lexi frowns, and despite everything, she tells him: “I can handle myself.” It sounds silly as she says it, and she catches Fez almost smile at the words.
“You shouldn’t have to, not for something like this.”
“I can handle myself,” Lexi repeats, “and it’s not going to ruin me to be exposed to stuff that I already know exists.”
“Are we still talkin about Rue?”
“I know I fucked up, okay? I shouldn’t have agreed to get involved. But I know you would never ask me to do something like that. You… this has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything to do with me,” Fez responds, his voice raising slightly, “this is my life.”
“I was already friends with Rue. Before you.”
He lets out a huff of frustration; “it doesn’t have to do with that. It’s about the potential danger of being around it all.” He watches her closely; “I don’t want out, it’s just…”
“Just what?” Now it’s Lexi’s turn to get annoyed, despite the tears that still ran down her face. “If you truly don’t want out, then you should have no problem letting me decide if it’s too dangerous. Okay? I can decide what’s best for me.”
“Which you’re so clearly good at.”
He had never spoken to her in that way, Lexi’s mouth actually falling open in shock. “Pardon?”
“You heard me.”
“I think I’m going to pretend I didn’t; actually.”
She couldn’t tell if she was crying now, her head numb to any sensation, a thumping noise drumming in her ears.
“I just feel like you have the… instinct to discard your safety when it involves people you care about.”
What makes you say that? Lexi wants to say, despite knowing the answer to be obvious.
Because of fucking Rue.
“Fez I…” she starts instead, her voice breaking slightly as she steps closer to him. “Please don’t leave.”
“I’m not… I’m not leaving, Lex.”
She shakes her head; “don’t leave,” she whispers, clasping her hands together to get them to stop trembling. “Don’t leave.”
Fez seems to be at a loss as to what to say, his eyes wide as he watches her with equal concern and frustration written into his expression. “Lex. You’ve had a long day, why don’t we just go to bed, okay?”
“I need to know,” she croaks out, her voice hoarse at this point from everything. “I… I can’t…”
“I’m not… I’m not gunna…”
“You can’t even fucking say it.”
He scratches the back of his neck, and starts to repeat her name in a last ditched effort to calm her down, with little to no luck. At this point, Lexi didn’t even know why she felt so fucking out of control, she didn’t even know what he could say to make her feel better, overwhelmed to the point of no return. It’s only when she catches a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the TV that she realizes she’s never lost herself like this before, a new form of panic now making it’s way to the surface as it dawns on her how much of a scene she’s making.
But, she can’t find the strength to compose herself, and before she can even apologize, Fez is pulling her into him and kissing her mouth. The feeling consumes her, the force of his touch bringing feeling back to her fingers as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Keep doing that,” she whispers against his lips, desperation clawing at her throat as she takes her first proper breath in what felt like years.
He listens to her request, and kisses her even harder, holding the base of her skull so that her head doesn’t fall back.
Still, she has to grab hold of the edge of the kitchen counter for support, a soft moan escaping her as she lets the rest of the world fall away, leaving room for only them.
“Keep…” she trails off, lost in thought before repeating the only words she can find; “keep doing that.”
He responds by slipping his free hand beneath her shirt; “this what you want?” He asks her as he finds the clasps to her bra and blindly unhooks it.
“Yes,” she breathes out, giving him space to kiss her neck as she steadies herself using his body as support. “Make it all go away.”
She helps him with her shirt, letting both the top she wore and her bra fall carelessly to the floor. The thought of getting walked in on crosses her mind then as she stood topless in the kitchen, but the fact that Fez wasn’t overly concerned by this allowed her to let the worry float somewhere to the back of her head with the rest of her problems. Instead, she found her hands to roam beneath Fez’ shirt, to brush against the waistband of his boxers, just to get him to grind into her.
So, she lets her hands travel lower, and lower, until she’s met with his cock that strains against the material that covers it. He groans, cursing against her mouth as his hips stutter slightly, pulling away to look at her through half shut eyes. “You really are a sight for sore eyes, aren’t you Lexi Howard,” he mutters, running his thumb along her jaw, and making her blush.
She couldn’t imagine how she actually looked after the night she had, but, it didn’t matter right now, because he had looked at her like she had just spent three hours getting ready and put on a nice dress.
They both lock eyes for a moment, taking in one another, the sound of their laboured breath all that fills the air during the few seconds where all they do is stare, before they’re coming back together and helping one another with the rest of their clothes.
His two fingers slide in between her legs, rubbing into her as she throws her head back and moans. “Fez,” she murmurs, her mind elsewhere as she lets the feeling consume her, “please.”
Fez doesn’t waste anymore time, pushing her up onto the edge of the counter before she felt him enter her, a sharp gasp escaping them both at the same time. He takes his time to sink into her, but almost as soon as she finds her breath, he pulls out and begins to fuck her; hard.
The air in the room dissolves around them as Lexi’s mouth drops open, her hands blindly fumbling for something to brace herself against as he starts a relentless pace. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks her without letting up, pulling her closer so that she has practically no control in how he fucks her; bound to his will.
“Yes.”
“Like this?”
He angles himself deeper, a silent cry escaping her as a wave of pleasure washes over her, then another, and another. “Fuck, yes Fez,” she exclaims, trying her best to keep up with his pace by rolling her hips into him whenever she finds the strength to, something sparking in the pit of her stomach that has her looking down to realize he’s touch her—his thumb drawing harsh circles against her clit.
Her hips continue to smack against the rounded edge of the countertop, her legs wrapped around his body as he kisses her neck, her jaw, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as she finds herself getting closer to the edge.
She finds his name on her lips, something dutiful in how she repeats it, whispering it in his ear as her vision starts to blur and her breath starts to get caught in her words.
“That’s it,” she hears him say, “take it.”
Her chest heaves one last time before she goes rigid, a strangled sob escaping her as she clamps around his cock, and watches as he fucks her through it. “F-fuck,” she gasps, shuddering as she catches his piercing gaze, “oh my G-god.”
Fez groans as his hips stagger forward, his one hand reaching out to secure an iron hold on her hip before he begins to slam into her. His eyes go wide, and she watches in delight as she can see the moment where he lets go, his lips crashing into hers—his jaw slack as he kisses her through his high.
There’s a moment where they stay like that, a moment where all Lexi can feel is her heart and his body still pressed against hers, trembling as she tries to catch her breath.
She feels his hands fumble to hold her closer, their lips parting as he rests his forehead against hers. “You… you good? Was that good?” He finally asks her.
“Mhm;” she nods, “yea. That was good.”
There was probably more that should’ve been said, but instead of dwelling over any of it, he simply carries her to bed.
