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.
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...”
Word Count: 1,159
Summary: Alex and Milos are at a work's 'do' for New Year's Eve, but have their own way of celebrating midnight. Not, really, that Milos knew about this beforehand...
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
Word Count: 1,504
Summary: Alex and Milos start to get frisky in the back of Alex's car, but an interruption is never too far away.
“This isn’t going to work,” Milos gasped, clinging to the headrest with one arm. “And—nnn—your fingers are cold!”
Word Count: 641
Summary: What to do when one person is too sleepy for early morning friskytimes, and the other is always more than ready.
The waking world came calling in the form of Alex’s hand caressing his uppermost hip, making an occasional detour to trail fingers across his stomach. Dim cognisance followed, along with the nudging of an erection against his lower back. “Mmmnstopit...”
Word Count: 1,700
Summary: In retrospect, having a quickie outside the bar Alex picked most of his one-night-stands up in was always a bad idea.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Word Count: 1,279
Summary: Milos wants coffee. Alex wants something else entirely.
Alex was asleep, his gentle snores filling the apartment, when Milos slid from the bed and padded across the floor towards his tiny kitchenette, wishing yet again that he had at least one radiator. It’d be so simple to buy one, but that meant conceding that this was somewhere permanent, somewhere home and—he glanced over his shoulder at Alex, sprawled on his back and taking up far more than his fair share of the mattress—as much as he hated to admit it, it’d mean he didn’t have an excuse to scoot up against him for his heat while he slept.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Alex has his own way of getting back at their temporary supervisor. Milos is, for once, more than happy to go along.
Three footsteps and a prickling sensation across his shoulders were his only warning. He was standing at the filing cabinets, pulling out the folders required for the practice report he was compiling, when hands slid over his waist and dived into his jeans.
Word Count: 1044
Summary: Milos is feeling neglected in the aftermath of the Scottish assignment, but Alex has ways of making up for it.
The Gillie Dhu turned out to be an administrative nightmare. There had to be someone up in the Highlands who could take responsibility for the rabid little sod, but if there was Alex had yet to find them.