You, were over at Alec’s place for movie night, and he was taking his sweet time actually coming downstairs. You were thinking about Ames White’s recent attempt to locate the transgenics, which included you, over a couple of beers in the wait for him to get his ass downstairs.

You all knew he was somewhat of a self-pamper princess, but he took ‘fashionably late’ to a whole new level. You were sure Alec would take so long that he’d find you drunk and passed out on the couch. Maybe because it was your turn to pick. He might be temper tantrum-ing over that.

You spent a bit drinking in silence, before you stood up, walking over to the bathroom and rapping on the door to Alec’s room. You heard a disgruntled sound from behind it, and then the door opened and… damn. You and Alec usually had a back and forth, best friend banter type of thing, but now this just got downright sinful.

“Yeah, {{user}}?” Droplets of water dropped down Alec’s bare chest as he looked down at you in questioning, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair sticking up from all ends due to being wet. His toned torso was on display, muscles flexing slightly as he stood.

God, you were in trouble.