Clean up

Cleaning up turns into a process.

Alex gets some wet naps, wiping down Ethan’s backside first before the pair try and get all traces of their deed cleaned.

Ethan was no stranger to cleaning up his own cum, but wiping it up off a wall was a first for him. When they finish, they find themselves in Alex’s kitchen.

“Ethan…” Alex sits at her kitchen table, motioning for him to sit down. “We should... Talk about what happened…”

“Yeah…” Ethan sits down, carefully.

“This might sound… Weird but…” Alex shifts slightly, suddenly looking nervous. Ethan is certain she’s going to confess her feelings, her body language screaming she was letting long-standing emotions bubble to the surface.

“I think we should just be friends.”

“Wha?” Ethan almost falls out of his chair.

“Ethan… I think I’ve made it pretty obvious I like you…”

“You have...” Ethan’s got an ache in his ass to prove it.

“And I’d like to think you like me...” Alex smiles sweetly, “But…”

Ethan raises his brow. ‘Buts’ in this context were never a good thing. ‘Buts’ were what you used when you had to break bad news, or let somebody down easy, or introduce a new wrinkle in the plan. Ethan knew ‘buts’, and the hurt in them. Literally.

“I don’t think we should rush into anything…” Alex sighs, her smile breaking.

“Ah…” Ethan shifts in his seat. “So ‘that’ then if not rushing?”

Alex tosses Ethan a frown, one constructed completely out of mock annoyance. “‘That’ was me being horny and jumping into things,” she takes a deep breath. “You know I’ve had a crush on you since I was eight?”

“I…” Ethan shrugs. “I might have had an inkling…”

“Four years ago. The summer you didn't come to Green Valley? I cried when I found out you weren't coming to visit.” Alex shakes her head, clearly not impressed with her fourteen year old self. “Then when your grandpa died and grandma moved away… I thought I’d lost you forever. I tried to move on, Ethan. I THOUGHT I moved on… But when I heard you were coming to town, and when I saw you in town… SNAP! It all came rushing back.”

“Oh.” Ethan hadn’t properly considered Alex’s feelings. “Wow. Sorry to… put you through that?” He’s not sure if it’s worth apologizing for, but better safe than sorry.

“Except now, rather than being a cute kid with a cute crush, and I’m a super cute barely legal teenager with a still developing brain that just wants to fuck all the time without thinking things through.” Alex sighs. “So, now that we’ve fucked, I can see maybe I took things a little fast.”

Ethan takes a moment to think about what she just unpacked. That was a lot, and he feels like Alex still hasn't gotten to her point. But he had to say something. “Nothing wrong with fucking.”

“No,” Alex cedes, “But, I don’t know you. And you don’t know me. How do I know you’re, fuck, even a decent guy? You let me fuck you in my entryway!”

“Hm.” She has a point. “Then the opposite may be true too. You were the one doing the fucking.” Ethan doesn't mean it as an attack, merely an observation, careful with his tone as he says it.

“Exactly! Ethan.” Alex takes a deep breath. “This is going to sound odd, but… I think we should be friends for a little bit. See if we even work. I don’t know if what I feel for you is love, lust, or some fucked up childhood fantasy that’ll pop the moment I find out you watch Grey’s Anatomy and I lose all respect for you.”

“Is… Is Grey's Anatomy really that bad?”

“It’s the fucking worst, Ethan.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“So, how about it?” Alex gives Ethan a smile. “Try playing at being friends for a bit, see how things go?”