Alex groans quietly as his hips jerked involuntarily at the touch. Oh, God, Stefan's touching him like that ... he can't even think coherently at this point, he's kissing back, fumbling slightly with Stefan's clothes - it's been a while, you'll have to forgive him for not being smoother - when the doorbell rings.

"Seriously? The pizza's here now? Don't. Move."

He's up and buttoned, and paying for the damn thing as quickly as he can so he the pair can continue what they'd started.