#frederick-arthur

[secondhandgangster]

He had only been gone from the apartment for about an hour, making it around two and a half hours since Arthur had been finally allowed to pass out. All in all, Alex was completely exhausted. It was all he could do to have a cigarette and toss his belt and shoes on the floor before carefully crawling into bed next to Arthur. There wasn’t anywhere else to be and he sure as hell wasn’t about to sleep on the floor in his growing age.

Besides... It was fine to be close to him like this. Just for today.

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[secondhandgangster]

Alex bent over to light his cigarette, finally able to breathe now that he was back home. It had been a bit of a rough day but it was all winding down. Getting comfortable, he had tossed his shirt and let his unbuttoned jeans hang low on his hips as he took a quiet moment for himself in the dingy apartment he shared with his boyfriend. Who, he thought, should be back any time now...

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[secondhandgangster]

"Shit!" Alex shouted as he ran towards Arthur, scrambling down on his knees to straddle the man crumpled against the wall. His hands cupped Arthur's face to have him look up. "Look at me, Frederick. Look at me. Don't you dare close your eyes."

[secondhandgangster]

"You two. Separated. Now!" Alex threatens hurriedly, pointing at the both of them.

[secondhandgangster]

Alex was, to be delicate about it, utterly smashed. It wasn’t often that he let himself get like this with the guys from the gang but, on occasion, a few drinks with Bones and Kong ended up with a bemused Ash sending his second home to get some sleep before he got as rowdy as his reputation. Trouble was, he had absolutely no desire to settle down just yet. The night was young and he was feeling pretty good about it. 

[Text: Frank] u up? headed home. u should bring food

He sent the text with barely a second thought as he ambled along down the streets toward his apartment. He was absolutely not going to think about how his drunk ass thought it would be nice to invite Arthur in again.

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[secondhandgangster]

FA: Sitting in Alex's living room with a cigarette dangling between his bloodied lips; his laxed grip busted up on the arms of the chair as he waited. For a moment Arthur's annoyance was how stupid it was of Alex to leave his door unlocked but it made his stay that much easier. Regardless, the blond boy waits patiently in the darkness for his ex.

Alex returned home late, as usual, having been doing his best to keep the gang productive and keep his mind off the constant emotional distress that he had been under. He cursed himself quietly when his key turned uselessly in the lock but moved inside to hit the lights, drawing his gun when he saw a form in his chair just a second before the room lit up. What he saw didn’t calm his racing heart. “Fr—Frankie?”

[secondhandgangster]

Frederick-Arthur: Kisses Alex right in front of everyone, fuck it.

Alex’s eyes widen when, turning to see what Arthur wanted, he found a pair of lips against his own. Right there in front of at least fifteen of his gang members. He fought not to look incredibly flustered as he pulled away from the kiss. “Fr--Arthur. Not the time...” He muttered to him.

[secondhandgangster]

Arthur: Come on, you can't lie to me.. I know you miss me.

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Alex looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets. It would be a bald faced lie to say he hadn’t missed him but that was way too simple for what was between them now.

“You’re the one that isn’t around.” He replied instead.