You Made That?

For a man who didn’t live with me officially Alex sure spent a lot of time at my apartment. Not that I minded. He’d plucked the key code out of my head the first time he came over and he’s been using it every since. He knows I want him here even if I didn’t explicitly invite him to move in.

Though he didn’t leave much here, it was clear he was still only visiting even with my empty closet and dresser just waiting for him to put stuff in. And even though he spent nearly every night in my bed we still had a minor tussle with me getting out of bed at 4am despite not waking up to a nightmare. Which thank the fuck weren’t happening most night – those nights when Alex stayed.

So I was up, had a nice little yoga routine in the living room, and was on my way to the shower when Alex stirred. He opened his eyes a sliver then rolled over. Instead of hitting the shower like I planned I grabbed a box from the closet and climb in to bed behind Alex. He shifted so I could lay without having to support myself off the edge of the bed with a platform of air. He grunted to acknowledge that I was distrurbing him. I draped my arm over his shoulder and curled up next to him dropping the box several inches from his head in line of sight if he choose to open his beautiful blue eyes. I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and I felt his whole body shiver. It went straight to my cock. “Are you happy to see me?”

I pressed another kiss to his neck and chuckled, “You know it.”

I didn’t spoon Alex often, he was the one who liked to hold me and I preferred it too, but I loved having him against me. And Alex snuggled deeper into my embrace as I laid my head down on his pillow. I could sleep again, but I spoke softly. “I know it’s not your birthday yet, but I made you something.”

Alex shifted a little and rolled on to his back pulling the box on to his chest. “It’s heavy.”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

The box was done up with a red ribbon that Mia had to show me how to tie because no matter how many times I did it it looked messy and I wanted it perfect, even though it took seconds for Alex to destroy it and open the box to show the contents inside.

It wasn’t anything big, but the look on Alex’s face when he recognized it in the dim light made it worth the whole countless hours studying Serenity. Made of black onyx was an exact replica (miniaturized) of his baby. “You made this?” He sounded surprised.

“Yeah.” I said.

Alex held it close to his face and looked at all the fine details. The great thing about the elements is making something with precision was easy. Though my father said I only thought it was easy because I knew how to do it. His work with earth wasn’t nearly as pretty as mine could be.

“That’s not all.” I said.

Alex picked up the box and dumped it on to his chest. “A key?”

I smiled, “It’s symbolic. You already have a key to the apartment. You can come and go as you want.” I bit my bottom lip and then continued, “Consider this my official invite to live with me. Like bring your things here live with me.”

Alex rolled over and pressed his lips to my tenderly.

I whispered against his lips as he held me close, “It can be a key chain if you want, but I didn’t attach it, but I can.”

Alex shook his head, “No it’ll go on my desk, over in the corner.”

I laughed, “You have no desk in the corner.”

“I will.” He rolled on top of me and we tumbled out of bed.

Alex groaned as he pulled himself up, “Fuck. Sorry forgot we weren’t in bed proper.”

I lay on the floor look up at Alex, “I’m alright. Nothing that won’t heal. I kinda like this view.”

“Oh really?” Alex asked as he knelt down on the floor over top of me again. I nodded, “Yes…”

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. In layman's terms I'm a magic wielding monster hunter born to my human mother and my Venatori father.

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