Confusion

Alec sat in the middle of his living room, using one half of his concentration for scooping out some ice cream and the other half on the glowing television screen. It had been over a week since that night. Actually, eight days. After waiting in agony the first few days, he

let of a breath of relief and counted his blessings when she never showed up. He was home free. Didn't have to gab on and on about icky feelings, dumb motives, or his stupidity. But how come she never showed up after eight days? That was awfully rude.

There were only two conclusions to be arrived with that. One, she let it go, did a very un-Max-like thing and let the freaking issue go. Or two, she somehow found a virus cure over the last few days, and was currently having hot monkey sex with stupid computer boy, therefore she couldn't pay no shit to the loser that tried to grope her.

Alec’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, so he decided that he’d ignore it. The knocking grew more insistent and he swore that he'd kill whoever was behind the damn door. He didn't bother unchaining the door. Rather, he just opened it a crack and immediately, the knocking stopped. "Go away," he muttered.

"It's Max."

He frowned and unchained the door, opening it fully, but he braced an arm against the opening, not intending on letting her in. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I need to talk to you."

He shook his head, "Can't it wait?"

"No, it can't."

He scoffed, "You avoid me for a over a week, and you decided you want to talk now? You have another fight with lover boy?”

"This has nothing to do with him."

“Uh huh,” he said not entirely convinced.

He regarded her intently for a moment, wondering if letting her in would he a good idea or not. Deciding that it was not, he moved aside anyways, "What do you want to talk about?" As if he didn't know.

"Us."

He raised an eyebrow, "Us," he repeated carefully.

"Yes."

"Go for it," he said locking the door behind him. He turned and noticed her looking around as if waiting for someone to jump out. “Where alone,” he said as he passed her.

Alec settled himself on the opposite end of the couch and she carefully folded her legs under herself, "Look, let's not take all night. I need my beauty rest."

"Evidently."

He crossed his arms in agitation. "Did you just come here to get snippy with me?

Couldn't we have done this during the daylight hours?"

"I'm sorry." She placed her hands on her knees, carefully thinking of how to approach the topic at hand. Finally, she said, "You're a real moron."

He sighed, "So what else is new?"

"Why did you kiss me? That's all I want to know."

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a dimpled half-grinned and Max couldn't help but think that he was laughing at her. He took another sip of the soda. "Because you did it first and I thought I could get away with it."

She quickly let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding, "Is that all?"\

He twisted his expression into confusion. "Well . . . yeah!" He made random gestures with his hands, "Come on, what did you think it was?" He turned his head to see her eyes darken with annoyance, already sure of where he was going with those words, "Honestly, Max. Did you think I was harboring a secret thing for you? If I had wanted you, I'd have you already." He managed to look completely serious.

"Is that so?" she lowered her voice dangerously.

"Yep." He rubbed his chin with his fingers and he stared back at her, "Another interesting point comes to mind though . . . why did you french me in the first place?" She was about to protest when he held up a hand, "Could it be that maybe you're looking for a way to sabotage this insane situation you have going for yourself?"

She stood up and headed towards the door. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't?"

"No, you don't."

"I don't want to start anything," he followed her and grabbed her arm tightly, fully aware that his actions were the exact antithesis of his words, "but you are the one who is completely oblivious about how you feel. Why the hell would you even be here? If not for answers?" He forced her to turn around and pushed her against the closed door.

"Stop it! I'm sick of fighting with you and your sick and twisted view on

things." She tried unsuccessfully to pull out of his grasp. "Damn it, let me

go?"

"Are you gonna get physical if I don't?"

"This is all some game to you, isn't it? Hasn't it ever occurred to you that you might be pushing away probably the only person that gives a fuck about you?"

He eyed her dubiously, "Yeah, we're bosom buddies."

"Shut up."

"I thought you wanted to talk." There was an indecipherable expression on his face. He leaned in closer to her, so close that she could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on his clothes. Uneasily, Max tired to inch back, suffocation with the close proximity.

“fuck you.”

"Is that what you want?" he asked staring her in the eyes. He let her go but didn't step away. "If you ask me Max you need a good, hard, long, fuck before you cause anymore chaos on yourself and everyone around you!"

‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"You know what I think?" he continued. He didn't wait for her to say something, "I think that you're here because you're helplessly trying to reason your way out of some whacked enclosure your mind created. You feel stifled and trapped, and you'd do nearly anything to convince yourself that you don't really want me. That this is all about your frustration with Logan." He slowly placed his lips on her bare neck, giving her a little nip. He smiled as she softly gasped, "It kills you doesn't it? Well, quit deluding yourself and just admit it. Admit that a part of you wants me. A part that lusts for me." He held his mouth a centimeter above her, waiting for her adamant protest, waiting for her to shove him away and deny everything he had just said. "Aren't you going to stop me, Max?" He moved in, brushing her lips softly before he slammed her against the door, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Her head spun as she melt against him, bring her arms up to clasp his neck. She groaned slightly as his mouth left hers and started to descend down to her shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Her hands clumsily searched around for the hem of his shirt. She took a moment to run her hand along his back before grabbing the edge of the fabric and yanking it over his head.

He clumsily brought his head up to press his mouth against hers again. He gently move his lips over her hers, savoring the taste of her. She was more impatient, and one of her hands traveled up his back winding tightly in his short hair. She yanked him closer to her, letting her mouth slam against his. She drank from him, sucking gently on his lower lip, tasting him. The temperature got impossibly hot between them, but she didn't care, she felt herself start to drown, but it didn't matter. He was the first to pull away, his head fell to her shoulder, a shaking hand sliding the strap of her top out of the way as he nipped and sucked on her salty skin. A low grunt escape from one of them as Max pressed her body flush against his, rubbing up against him slowly, his need for her was evident.

"Max," he groaned, teeth clenched, shaking his head vigorously.

"I want to."

Alec grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her with passion and grinding his body against hers as his hand traveled over her stomach and around her waist, then lower until he had his hand on her ass. His other was wrapped around her waist, under her shirt, as to keep optimum body contact, all the while lips on hers, tongue entwined with hers. The passion grew as she reciprocated. As he was busy, she too had her hands wandering over his luscious body. First, she had her hands run down his chest caressing his pecs. She traveled down to his waistband and around his body, lower to his butt. Her hands traveled back up is back and as the kiss grew more passionate and involved, her hands went to his hair and pull his head close, to get better access to that mouth.

Alec was caressing her back, down to her ass and back up as he moved to her front to cup her breast. Alec looked into her eyes and saw that she was there with him, no holding back in the passion that ignited them both. She separated slightly and pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it behind her. Alec then kissed her again. He held her in that kiss as he backed her up and to towards his bedroom to the bed. laid her on the bed and followed on top. She pulled him close and wrapped her leg around his. Slowly running her hands over his luscious shoulders, down his pecs, to that glorious six-pack of a stomach. Alec jumped a bit when her hand rubbed down his chest, but nearly leapt when her hand reached his waistband. She let it linger there a second, then slipped a finger inside and ran it along the waistband. Alec groaned from the contact.

He quickly lowered his head and began to lick and nip at her neck and then began to travel downward. Max's hands were first caressing his back, but as he went down she traveled up with her hands, to gently caress his neck, then her hands were entangled in his hair as he slowly was driving her crazy by his ministrations. Alec was enjoying this. He could feel her reactions to his touch. She slightly shuttered as he licked and nip her neck. He then went down to her well-defined shoulders. Kissing her shoulder blade, he reached up and pulled the strap of her bra down over her shoulder, then the other side followed. He kissed along the upper crest of her breast and pulled the fabric off. Much to his delight, she had the body of a goddess. Her full, round breasts were too much of an enticement and he succumbed to them. Taking a peak in his mouth, he gently sucked and nipped at it. Max groaned in response, encouraging him to continue. He continued working on one, and then switched to the other, all the while caressing the free one with his hand and gently cupping and rubbing the tip as she groaned softly. This was making him as excited as her and he continued downward.

He then went lower and began to unbutton her jeans. He slowly pulled the zipper down and then reached up and grabbed both belt loops on either side and pulled her jeans down. He lifted her legs and pulled them off, discarding them in the corner of the room and pulled his jeans off in one motion. The urgency was now making itself evident and in the process, Max unleashed Alec's beast.

He grunted as he adjusted to her tightness. She felt so incredible he didn't know if he could last, even by X5 standards. "God Max you're so wet," he breathed as he started moving inside her at a steady pace. She wrapped her legs and arms around his body holding on for dear life as he moved in and out of her body. His body was hitting her in just the right spot sending shivers up her spine. "You like that?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she whimpered.

Gradually his pace got faster and faster till he was ramming inside her eliciting the most amazing sounds from her throat. Then he felt her stiffen and all sounds stopped as she exploded in orgasm. Once her orgasm hit she released her moans as she shuddered in his arms.

He started to build her up again. "Faster, Harder," she gasped as her Alec thrust himself inside of her over and over again going deeper with every thrust. She clawed at hisback urging him on. He grabbed her thighs as he pushed himself deeper inside of her. Alec gave up any last shred of control he had as he quickened the pace, driving into her faster and faster as they strove toward completion. With their bodies covered in the sweat from their exertion, their breath ragged, the pair gave out in a final thrust that captured them in waves of satisfied pleasure. Alec felt his release into her and felt her body milk his for it, succumbing to orgasm in the process.

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