Alex's POV I was round my fuck buddy, Tate, house. "You know Alex, you could of at least called if you wanted this." Tate said and pointed to himself. I chuckled. "I didn't have time to pick my phone up." I said and rolled into my front and traced my finger up and down his chest. Tate put a finger under my chin and made me look at him. I looked down straight away. "You should really get out of there Lex." He said quietly. "I don't want to talk about it Tate." I said quietly and moved away from him. Tate rolled over and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I'll always be here if you want to talk about it." He said and kissed my cheek. I rolled over and faced him. He traced his finger over the fading brusie round my eye. I looked down even more. "Don't look down. Show that beautiful face of yours." He whispered and kissed me softly. "How can I when I always have a busted lip or some sort of brusie on my face." I said quietly. "With or without the bruises and busted lip your still gorgeous." He said. "Really? Then how come you don't want to be with me." I said and looked at him. "Lex, I'm 21 years old and your 16, what we're doing is illegal. That's minus the drug taking." He said. "It's only 5 years." I whispered. "With a minor 5 years is a huge age gap. Which is why fuck buddies are better." He said. I sighed and gave up with this fight. "How about I get the good stuff out and we'll get fucked out our faces and have a good time." He smriked and pushed me onto my back and lent against my chest and kissed me. "Get some alcohol and then we can have a good time." I said and rolled him onto his back and sat on his hips. "Hm, maybe I could do that or we could simply get stoned." He said. "Please, for me because I'm just you most favorite person ever." I said and kissed him. "But it means I have to get dressed and then you have the effort of having to undress me all over again." He said. "Maybe I like undressing you." I smirked. He chuckled a little. "Christ you could literally ask me to murder someone and I would probably do it." He said. "Well you are studying something on how you can actually get a way with murder." I said. "If I get this alcohol, I'm topping. Your not topping twice." He said. "Getting dominated by a 16 year old. You've lost your touch." I giggled. "We'll see." He smirked and playfully pushed me off him and sat up. "You coming with?" He asked and pulled his pants on. "Yeah." I said and pulled my jeans on and one of his hoodies on and walked over to him.----------------- 2 hours later and we was both fucked out our faces. "You know, drug and alcohol filled sex is the best type of sex." I said as I flopped onto my back. Tate chuckled and rolled over and rested his head on my shoulder and traced patterns on my ribs. "Is it now?" He yawned. "Yeah." I chuxkled. "Can I stay..." I started but Tate stopped me. "Already spoken to my flat mate, you can stay the night." He said. "Since when did you need their permission?" I asked. "Since you puked all over the sofa and stunk the sitting room out for ages." He said. "I said I was sorry." I muttered. Tate chuckled. "Go to sleep, your helping me with coursework." He yawned. "Not tired." I yawned. "I smell bullshit." He chuckled. "Okay maybe I am." I muttered. "Roll on your side." He said and moved. "Why?" I smiled. "Because your being my little spoon." He muttered. I rolled onto my side and Tate cuddled into my back while he threw an arm over my waist. "Night Tate." I whispered slowly falling asleep. "Night trouble." He muttered and kisses my shoulder .

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I actually don't know where this story is heading...