Rating: 15
Word Count: 100 Summary: A stranger gets the wrong (well, kind of) idea about Milos and Alex. Alex has just returned with our drinks when this girl approaches us, all smiles. “You two make such a cute couple!”
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Rating: 15
Word Count: 137 Summary: Alex wants something, Milos wants something; it's just a matter of working out a transaction. “I said just once--you said just once...” Rating: 15
Word Count: 184 Summary: Milos takes Alex for a trip he's unlikely to appreciate. “Where’s the seatbelt?” Alex muttered from behind Milos. Rating: 18
Word Count: 324 Summary: There's being caught in the act, and then there's traumatising your boss... Notes: ectopic \ek-TOP-ik, adjective; Occurring in an abnormal position or place; displaced. Squeak. Squeak. Rating: PG
Word Count: 386 Summary: Milos and Alex have a short but illuminating discussion on illuminations on a night-time field trip. “I’m cold.” Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 Summary: Being sat on the fence is great until it's for real. The worst time to have second thoughts was when he was perched astride the fence. “Why am I doing this?” Rating: 15
Word Count: 100 Summary: Alex's texts are direct and to the point. And he's never learned the art of subtlety either. Or the word 'please'. The cellphone, in its best imitation of a giant, rectangular spider, vibrated its way across Milos’s quilt and almost scared the life out of him. Rating: PG
Word Count: 388 Summary: Alex doesn't just have the standard things in the office medicine cupboard, and possibly has a little more in there than he's letting on to Milos. “Will you stop coughing?!” Rating: 15
Word Count: 100 Summary: Sometimes, Alex has a one track mind; sometimes, despite protestations, Milos doesn't mind. “Ugh, bloody zip's stuck...” Rating: 18
Word Count: 200 Summary: Alex gets his way after all - but not as quickly as Milos would like. Milos, propping his forehead against his forearm, leaning against the wall—which offered precious little protection from the plaster—turned only long enough to mutter, “hurry up...” |