What We Didn't Do

A/N: Ok, it seems I must apologise if I gave a harsh impression with my last update as far as reviews are concerned. It's not to punish my readers at all, it's merely a statement to say that if I don't know how many people like the work then I'm gunna think that people aren't that bothered....and I don't really want to write something that people aren't bothered about.

However, it seems I do have a bit of a following *bites lip and gets Big Bambi Eyes* so on that basis I shall continue right to the very end...whatever the end will be(even I don't know!)

So as a present and surprise for you fabulous readers, here is chapter 7.....

Thank you to all of you!


**

He blushed.

"Alex!" I called, "Come on in."

Jeannie stepped to one side and waved to me (then mouthed, 'be nice' and scowled at me...bitch).

"Hey, sorry to drop in."

"That's ok, you can shut the door. Did I leave something behind again?"

"Oh, no."

Ok, I think by now, you know me pretty well, so the fact that I only just noticed how tight his pants were gives an indication that I was a lil' tired. They were REAL tight though. Or I might have been hoping they were...

"I guess I just wanted to say thank you."

"Huh?" I looked dumb.

"For last night. For taking care of me."

Sappy, getting sappy. Bless him. Him and his big brown eyes. Him and his tight...damn they were tight pants.

"Hey, listen, don't worry about it. It was...it's ok."

Not staring at his crotch was an effort.

"Well, I know how you felt but you were gentle with me so I should thank you for, well, not doing anything."

His cheeks flushed. Mm cute as anything.

Focus, Rafe.

"It's kinda called rape, Alex," I blurted the words out then looked at him. "I didn't...ok, I wasn't gunna force myself on you or anything."

"I know but, I could have let you and then-"

He stopped short. For all that I wanted to press what he was going to say, I left it.

Awkward silence.

Nice.

I love awkward silence.

About as much as I love a kick in the nuts.

Wonder how Corey was doing?

FOCUS!

"Anyway, Rafe, I just wanted to say thanks, so...I'll be off."

"Wait!"

Wait? Why was I saying -

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we, I dunno, why don't we go for a walk or something? I mean the sun's shining and there's a park down the end of the street."

I'd lost my mind...I had temporarily lost my mind.

Or not, I mean, wasn't I saying just a moment before that I felt shit for saying "see you around"? Maybe it was my subconcious talking, telling me to recover from being a skanky bitch. I mean, hadn't I told Jeannie I cared about him?

Ok...more realistic thinking, Rafe. You drank more whiskey than expected last night. There, that explains it. I was still drunk.

"Sure, sounds good."

He was smiling broadly, showing me his bright teeth.

Mmmmmm, he even had nice teeth.

CALAHAN STOP IT!

"Ok, well I need to change outta this tux," I chuckled...like an old man...or a schoolgirl...more like a schoolgirl.

"'Kay."

I wandered out the kicthen and stripped faster than a pole dancer.

So he was in tight jeans...guess I could get away with it too.

I pulled on my ass huggers with the splits in the knee's and then a white tank and light blue shirt. I quickly ran a hand through my hair, desperately trying to get my brown locks to go some place sensible. Not much luck.

Oh well.

Slip on my cuban heel boots, the ones I spent a fucking fortune on and adore with all my heart.

Out of the bedroom.

I got a whistle.

"Huh?" I span to look at Alex, hair flopping in my eyes.

"Damn you look...wow."

I looked down at myself.

People told me I looked hot all the time but...I wasn't really. I mean, I'm short, only bout 5'7" and there wasn't much body on me. When I was younger, me and Pip were real skinny bastards. I'd filled out over the years, I wasn't what you'd call "buff". I had muddy, floppy hair and my eyes were an odd grey colour. True, my ass looked good in the jeans I was wearing, but that was the only thing going for me.

"Really?"

"Rafe, you look - " he cleared his throat suddenly. I dared a look at those, err, legs of his.

Over a years worth of non-sex and me in these jeans - you bet he was!

I smiled and actually blushed (yeah, me blushing, I was like, WTF?).

Made my way into the kitchen, pulling open a cupboard and taking out one of my little plastic bags, lunch pills nestled sweetly in the polypropelene. Fucking things, all smiling in their bright colors.

I sighed and shoved the bag into my back pocket, "Just in case."

"Yeah."

"Let's go."

I shut the door behind us, refusing to lock it again.

I wasn't gunna have Jeannie screaming because she wanted more Oreos.

**

We strolled down the street, lazily.

It was nice - sun on our backs, breeze on our face, relaxed conversation.

Talked about the benefit.

Turns out I wasn't the only one not paying attention.

We laughed.

Apparently my sweet fucking bro made a speech about how important it was to check your downstairs.

"I just scratch my balls, that'll do," I said. Alex laughed.

He asked me about Corey - about what I'd done to him.

I sighed and just told him how the fuck had come on to me and I decided to take my aggression out on him.

"I think Jeannie's jumping up and down in her little heart, she's been waiting for me to do that."

"He treat you shit?"

"I'm the sex he can't get anywhere else."

"Oh."

"Enough about him."

We were in the park, kids playing around us, men and women riding bicycles. I pulled a cigarette from my pack I kept secured in a back pocket. I looked up at Alex and smiled, "You want one?"

"Would you mind?"

"Nope," I took out a second stick and passed it to him, watching as he placed it between his lips. I lit it for him, then lighted my own. "Smoke much?"

"No, but it feels good sometimes, y'know?"

I nodded. Fuck yeah.

"So," Alex and I began to walk again. "You work on Sunday?"

"Sometimes," I replied, exhaling smoke. "Only if I got a deadline or something and I need to catch up."

"Deadline? What d'you do?"

I paused, "I'm an editor at a publishing place in Chicago. Specialise in historical fiction."

"Wow."

"Not really," I laughed. "It's not all that glamorous I assure you."

"Still sounds cool though," he took a quick, sharp drag. "So, you moved from Chicago but your work's still there, how does that work?"

"My jobs can be done from anywhere. I do a lot of it at my place, and I can deal with authors their too, so its pretty flexible. Besides, I'm shit in an office. And if they do need me for some reason I'm only thirty minutes away."

"Yeah. You decided not to go far away?"

"For all that I hate my family, I can't just go anywhere. Jeannie'd kill me. So I just came here. It's close enough to her for her liking, but far enough away from most of everything else to be comfortable."

He nodded.

"So, what do you do?"

He gave a short laugh at this, "Nothing anywhere near as exciting."

"I just told you it's not exciting."

"I work at the museum. Do some research for them sometimes, but mostly I'm just like a tour guide."

"That's cool!" I exclaimed.

"You really think so?"

"Hey, you heard me about the specialising in historical fiction, right? I'm a secret history nut!"

He laughed, tilting his head back.

Mmm, nice neck.

I thought you'd gotten over that, Rafe?

Yeah well, he's still yummy.

"Well, it keeps me going. I do the stuff on the Civil war, that's my domain."

"Your dissertation on that?"

"Yeah."

"Classical Greek literature...how much of a nerd am I?"

"It's cute."

We wandered for a little longer before I turned, "Maybe we should head back?"

"Time to eat?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

Our walk back was filled with college talk. I didn't talk much about it. It wasn't the best few years for me, what with Pip and everything.

I momentarily remembered Andy as I spoke.

"You ok, Rafe?"

"Yeah just...anyway - "

We ended up outside my apartment laughing. I can't remember how, but something made us laugh.

It went quiet for a moment. I spoke:

"Look, Alex, about this morning. I'm sorry about what I said."

"Said what?"

"'I'll see you around'. Not cool. I'm sorry. I don't want you to think that I don't expect to see you again. I mean you can come round whenever, my door's never locked, and you can just - "

Hot lips brushed my own. His hand was on my cheek. He pulled away, "Your cute when you waffle."

"Thanks."

"I came round this morning and it's fine, Rafe. I didn't really...well, its ok. And you can drop round mine y'know...whenever."

"You seem distracted," I laughed.

"I really love those cars."

I spun round to see what he was oggling at.

Bright red corvette. Sweet...wait.

I walked over to the machine and looked inside, "Shit."

"What?"

"I know who owns this car."

"Who?"

.......Corey Adams.