Just A Bit Obsessed

Christian had just gotten out of the shower and put on his underwear when his grandmother knocked on his door.

"Are you dressed now, dear? Somebody's coming for you."

While wondering who it was, he opened the door.

Alexander is standing next to his grandmother.

Christian blinked, confused.What is Alexander doing here?

"Hey," he said, meeting Alexander's eyes.

Alexander tugged at his collar and cleared his throat. "I was passing by," he said stiffly.

Christian blinked again, looked away, then nodded. "Come in, please." He sideways let Alexander into the room.

His grandma looked at him questioningly, but Christian shook his head: no, Alexander wasn't his boyfriend.

"Give me the coat, young man," said his grandmother kindly.

Alexander took off his coat and handed it to her.

Christian closes the door. "Sorry the room is messy. I know you don't like it." But in all fairness, this is a normal college room.

Alexander looked around and said, "I thought it would be worse."

"Am I considered damaged?"

Alexander looked back at him, and suddenly, Christian was shocked to realize that he was wearing only a pair of shorts, and that he was wet.He grabbed a clean shirt and swished it on.

"I didn't know you lived with your grandma."

"I'm a bit tight now, so I live here. Grandma doesn't mind, I think it's lonely for her to live alone."

The two looked at each other, and the room was silent.

Christian shifted his weight from one foot to the other, rubbed his neck, and asked, "Can you sit down?"

Alexander's mouth twitched. "Are you asking me?"

Christian grinned sheepishly. "Maybe."

Alexander stared at him for a moment, then cleared his throat. "I've got two hours to kill before I pick up Mira. Let's find something to play."

Christian laughed. "Aren't you working?" he asked, before plopping down on the couch and grabbing the TV remote.

"Sometimes," said Alexander, with mock seriousness. "depend on mood."

Christian smiled and turned on the TV.Alexander is not an obsessive-compulsive workaholic, nor is he a perfectionist. This knowledge still surprises Christian.He obviously looks like this type, but in fact he is not.It seems he just demands perfection in his private life. "I guess I have some mindless action movies, they suck, but they're hilarious. Come on, sit down and watch."

Except for the bed, Alexander could only sit next to him on the sofa, but it was too late when he realized it.

Alexander hesitated, then sat down as far away as he could, but not that far: the sofa was pitifully small.

Christian licked his lips and watched the movie on the TV.

"I hope I don't bore you," Alexander whispered.

Christian frowned and watched him.There was no expression on Alexander's face, his eyes were fixed on the screen. "Why do you bore me?"

"You said you were bored. Isn't that why you abandoned us."

Christian bit his lip. "That's different. I'm talking about being bored in bed. It's... not in bed." Of course not.

Alexander sneered. "It's really the words that every man hears: he only makes people feel bored in bed."

Christian grabbed his arm. "You know I don't mean that."

He felt the muscles under his palms tighten.

Alexander looked down at the fingers gripping his bicep, then slowly raised his head.

Christian blushed immediately, and he quickly let go of his hand and put it back on his lap. "You know I'm not bored at all," he said nervously, half-waiting for Alexander to ask why he wasn't bored and give up, but he didn't ask.

Christian breathed a sigh of relief.

They watched the movie in silence, but even with a gun pointed at him, Christian couldn't tell what the movie was about.There's a lot of yelling and shooting in the movie, but he doesn't even notice it.

Christian had never felt so sensitive to his body.He could feel every breath: Alexander's steady breath and his own irregular, somewhat too loud breaths.He could feel every inch of distance between them, his skin was prickly like needles, clamoring for Alexander's caress.

The people on the screen are having sex, which makes Christian move a little anxiously.He didn't look at Alexander, but he was sure the sudden embarrassment in the air wasn't his imagination.The tension in the atmosphere was tense and extremely heavy.

He has a girlfriend, Christian kept telling himself like a charm.girlfriend.girlfriend.girlfriend.

He almost flinched when he suddenly felt the touch on his bare arm.Alexander stroked the edges of his palms, rubbing his wrists.

Christian turned to find Alexander still staring at the film, as if unaware of what his hands were doing.Maybe he really didn't notice.

The sex scene is over, and Alexander's fingers are still rubbing.Massage gently.

Christian's breathing came fast, his vision couldn't focus, his nerves sparked, and Alexander's touch seemed to set his skin on fire.

"Alex," he finally said through gritted teeth.

"what?"

"your hands."

The fingers stopped.

Alexander lowered his head, his mouth tightly pursed into a thin line, and then took his hand away. "Sorry," he said clearly. "I did not do it on purpose."

"It's not a big deal," Christian said, trying to sound lighter. "Sean and I get in touch a lot."

"Sean," Alexander repeated the name. "Is he just a friend?"

"what?"

Alexander's face was expressionless, but his eyes looked at him seriously. "Did you sleep with him?"

Christian let out a short laugh. "No! He's like a brother to me. And he's already in a relationship. Even if he's single, he's not my type." Where the hell did Alexander come from about him and Sean thought.

Alexander lowered his eyelids to hide his expression.When he looked up again, his eyes were unreadable. "Then how many people have you slept with in the past few weeks?"

Christian held his breath.

He holds his head up. "What does it have to do with you?"

silence.

Alexander finally said: "I don't want people to think you are a frivolous person."

Oh.

Christian went back to watching the TV. "It doesn't matter how many people I've fucked after you." He knew he sounded disappointed and a little pissed off, but there was nothing he could do about it; he'd never been good at hiding his emotions. "I'm not going to apologize for my 'frivolity'."

He was aware of the way Alexander looked at his profile. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Then what the hell do you mean?" Christian glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here, Alex? Don't tell me you're passing by or something. Why on earth are you here?"

Alexander's Adam's apple twitched.He looks away, jaw tightening.

"I don't know," he replied simply.

The candor and honesty in his voice made Christian's heart jump out of his chest.

"You don't know?" If Alexander didn't know what he was doing here—if it was an impulsive visit—then it would be a big deal.Alexander Sheldon has always planned and arranged his actions reasonably.always like this.Christian still knew this.

Alexander stood up. "It was a mistake. I shouldn't be here." The muscles in his face tensed. "Goodbye, Christian." There was a determination in his voice, and Christian panicked, and he grabbed his hand.

Alexander flinched.

"Don't go," Christian said, pinching his fingers. "We could—we could be friends." Inside, he squirmed because it was such a fucking bad idea.Being friends with Alexander would be terrible.But no matter how Alexander defined their relationship, there was a part of him—the stupid part, the delirium part—that was ready to take it all in.

"Friend," Alexander chewed on the word, as if it was new to him.

Christian nodded, meeting his gaze. "Yeah, just play together, you know?"

Alexander stared at him closely.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Christian could directly feel the contradiction in Alexander's heart at this moment: he held Christian's hand loose and tight for a while.

Remembering how people seemed to like his smile, Christian smiled and asked softly, "Friend?"

"Friend," Alexander replied.

"Well," Christian couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed. "That's a friend."

Alexander nodded and sat down again, this time closer to Christian.He let go of Christian's hand and put his arm on the back of the sofa behind Christian.He's warm, powerful, reassuring—they're so close Christian can smell his aftershave and feel the heat radiating from him.

Christian sucked in a trembling breath.God, he wants him.He wanted to rest his head on Alexander's shoulder, to wrap his arms around his waist, to straddle him for a ride.The above thoughts raced through his head at a thousand miles an hour, and he was dizzy with longing.

friend?At this pace, he'd be insane before the week was over.