[darrow AU]

[ an AU continuation of this thread ]

Caleb loses himself in the comfortable rhythm of their breathing. At some point, he's lined up their breaths, even, just watching the show, sort of losing himself in it, exhaling every time Alex inhales. It's quiet, and easy, and maybe that's why Caleb doesn't see it coming.

There's awkward sexual tension on the screen, and Caleb's ability doesn't work through TVs or anything, but apparently he's really into awkward sexual tension, because he feels himself getting hard as he watches. His breath sucks in, throwing off the quiet groove of they've got going and drawing way more attention to his predicament than he'd wanted to.

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Jan 28th?

Caleb sprawls on Alex's couch, exhausted and sore and slightly frustrated. He'd gone to the gym with some of the guys from the team, and it'd proved... trying. Clint kept looking at him, which in and of itself isn't a problem. The problem was that he kept getting slightly aroused, at random times, while looking at Caleb. Which meant Caleb worked out harder, which meant Clint stared more, which meant that Clint got aroused more, and by the end of the two hours, he was so fucking tired and sore from trying to work out the feelings he kept getting.

He'd already showered at his place, but he'd promised Alex he'd swing over after the gym, since his place isn't warded against Grays. He likes hanging out with her, and he likes that there aren't any butterflies between them. It's nice to just... have a friend.

Which he realizes isn't fair to Rosie, who's easily one of his closest friends here. But she's so busy with her boyfriend and school that sometimes he doesn't get to just hang out with her. Last week doesn't entirely count, because he'd been a mess.

"Kill me," he mumbles into the couch cushion his face is pressed against.