I wrote a Rylex fic

drawy-things:

Alex woke up with a bad case of cotton mouth, his eyes sticky from sleep. He smacked his lips a couple times, stretching his arms above his head and stretching his legs across the bed. His spine popped a few times, making him moan happily. When he rolled over on his side, eager to sneak in a few more hours of sleep, he found half of the bed unmade, like someone had been there and just gotten up. Moments later, the toilet flushed, making the apartment’s piping shudder and groan, and the bathroom door opened. Just from the footfalls alone, Alex knew who it was.
Did he…?
No.
There was no way.

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