TW: More Alex/Alex xD We need more of this ship.

And since I was so late on these, have a third one. :D

Title: ~Unexpected~ 

Not for the first time, Parv finds himself being unceremoniously pulled into the sound booth at the offices. Alex Smith’s hand bunched tightly in the front of his t-shirt, pushing him back against the wall, Parv wastes no time in grinning wolfishly up at the taller man whilst fumbling with the fly of his jeans. Alex’s mouth is a harsh, tugging heat at the side of Parv’s neck, making him groan and fist one hand in the back of Alex’s fashionably messy hair whilst the other dips into the front of Alex’s jeans and curves over the outline of his semi-hard arousal through his boxers.

“Fucking hell, Parv,” Alex growls, teeth catching Parv’s skin and hips bucking towards his steady touches. In a hurried shift of bumping noses and clashing teeth, Parv’s lips find Alex’s and muffles a moan when their kiss turns instantly hungry and desperate. Parv is pretty sure that he feels his lip split a little under the press of Alex’s mouth, but finds himself not caring as he forcefully spins them so that it is Alex now pressed against the wall. Biting down on Alex’s bottom lip and dragging it out at he pulls back from the kiss, Parv winks at the taller man before dropping to his knees.

This isn’t the first time that Parv and Alex have ended up fooling around in the offices, and despite how often it happens no-one seems any the wiser about their sort-of relationship. It had started off as a casual make out session at one of Martyn’s infamous parties, which had then become a recurrence and had eventually lead to Parv pushing Alex into pub toilets and not leaving until Alex had groaned his name as he’d come, knees buckling below him and the memory of Parv’s mouth around his length burned into his mind. Mind-blowing blow jobs had then led to actually making a point of going to each other’s flats to have regular pre-planned sex and make out sessions.

But something had changed when Parv got into an argument with Sparkles and the first person he had gone to had been Alex. The member of Hat Films had been vaguely startled when he’d opened his door at two in the morning to an upset Parv, even more so when Parv had started to initiate sex only to break down when Alex asked him to slow down. They had spent that night on Alex’s sofa, Parv curled up on Alex’s chest feeling bizarrely safe. From that point on it was more like they were dating with less actual dates and more ridiculously good sex and playing video games.

Chris and Ross were blissfully unaware of this, despite Alex being one of their closest friends, until they’d let themselves into his apartment one day and - upon hearing noises from the kitchen - had walked in to find Parv stood by the kettle. Upon hearing Chris’ deep questioning tones forming his name, the guitarist had spun on the spot with a sudden awareness of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of Alex’s boxers and not a lot else.

“H-Hey, guys!” Parv had grinned nervously, wanting ever so much to be swallowed whole by Alex’s kitchen floor. Not saying anything further to the almost hilariously bemused expressions on Ross and Chris’ faces, Parv had high-tailed it out of the kitchen in an awkward jog towards Alex’s bedroom. A few minutes later and Alex himself appeared, apparently taking no pains to cover the copious amounts of love bites across his neck and collarbone and greeting his friends naked save for a pair of hastily donned jeans.

“Parv? Honestly, Parv?!” Chris had practically shouted, sitting on Alex’s sofa and making Alex frown at him from his place on the chair opposite; flicking his gaze between Chris’ bewildered expression and Ross’ blank shock.

“Wh- I would’ve thought you’d be more fussed that I’m… not straight…” Alex stammered, nervous smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth when Chris shrugs and contorts his features further into another plane of bemusement.

“Mate, I’ve known you since we were teenagers. I guessed you were bisexual ages ago.” At that Chris let out a little laugh before continuing, “What, you think I didn’t notice the way you used to look at Ross? Honestly, Smith. I’m not fucking blind.” Ross’ face froze up at these words, looking wide eyed between his two friends - becoming flustered when Smith shoots him an apologetic grin and shrugs.

“What can I say, I like dark haired guys.” At this point Parv sauntered out of Alex’s room, now fully dressed, and hooked his arms around Alex’s shoulders. Chris raised an eyebrow and Ross continued to look borderline petrified when Parv went to kiss Alex on the cheek only to have Alex turn his head and kiss him on the mouth instead. Lingering longer than he should have in order to make a point, Parv smirked as he broke away and walked in the direction of the kitchen. His fingers carded through Alex’s hair on the way past, making him follow the guitarist with his eyes and smile fondly to himself.

“Well, so long as you’re happy, mate.” Ross finally said, cheeks dimpling in a grin when Alex beamed at him before looking expectantly at Chris with a waggle of his eyebrows. The smaller man rolled his eyes, smirking with a sigh at his long-time friend.

“Yeah, fine. Like you really needed our blessing or whatever.”