Alex never let go the fact that they'd broken up.
He knew it, but didn't care. He was occasionally flirting with Thomas, not even bothering that Thomas had a girlfriend. They lived together, he couldn't be expected to act as though nothing had every happened.
He did try not to talk about Thomas's girlfriend. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was definitely really jealous of her. Because she still had what Alex once had had, and it wasn't fair that way.
But sometimes, her existence pushed him over the point he could handle, and he gave up.
"You know, I could hear you guys earlier today," Alex mentioned coolly, trying not to seem too mad. Both of them were sat on the couch, Alex scrolling through his phone, Thomas watching the television.
"You live with me, you have to expect that," Thomas mentioned, turning slightly red. "Sorry."
"That isn't what I mean. I don't give a fuck about sex noises, I hear you make them when you're alone too."
Thomas rolled his eyes.
"She's pretty quiet, though, isn't she?" Alex asked, putting his phone down and looking at Thomas.
"I don't think that matters to you, Alex." Thomas didn't look away from the television.
"Maybe it doesn't. I'm just wondering why, though."
"Why?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Why my girlfriend is quiet in bed? Why would that matter?"
"No, why you couldn't make her louder than that," Alex answered. "You know what I mean."
Thomas didn't respond. He already knew what was coming.
"Because I wasn't too loud either. You know, before I had you."
"Alex!"
"You can't just act like it never happened. I still remember it. I would be moaning, you'd fuck me wherever. Remember that time we broke the bed? Does your girlfriend know the marks on the wall are from where the bedpost hit it because it was shaking so hard because of how rough you were?"
"No," Thomas muttered.
"You aren't as rough with her as you were with me, are you? God, I loved that. And so did you, don't deny it."
"Alex," Thomas warned.
"You used to do all kinds of things to me. Spanking, punishment, toys. I still use those toys sometimes on myself, since you don't use them on me," Alex continued, scooting closer to Thomas, speaking as though this were an everyday concept.
Alex noticed Thomas get a shade redder. His pale skin hid nothing.
"I don't need to know that."
"I still think of you, too," Alex whispered.
"Alex, it's been months. I have a girlfriend." Thomas was trying to focus on the television, but was obviously having a hard time at that.
"You aren't even rough with her, are you? That's why she's so quiet? You go all vanilla with her?" Alex let out an almost bitter laugh.
"It's none of your business."
"Does she call you 'Daddy?' Does she let you tie her up and do whatever the fuck you want to do to her? Does she suck you off in public whenever you're horny?"
"She's not some cockslut like you are, and it doesn't matter?" Thomas groaned, though his breath was shaky.
"Like you didn't enjoy it. I remember how hard you used to fuck me, how you would dirty talk me, force me to go out with a vibrator up my ass. It's a shame you've just got her now."
