This story is set right after Season 2 episode 15: Fuhgeddaboudit

Normal dragged Alec out the door of the boxing palace into the cold night air. Normal's arm was around his 'Golden Boy's' shoulder and Alec was hanging on for dear life.

"Come on, Alec…I'll take you back to your place" Normal sighed softly and Alec was starting to become aware that Normal had a bit of a 'thing' for him…those damn gladiator dreams!

"I'll make Missy-Miss sorry she was born! Talk about unfair fighting! A shot straight to the balls…Poor Alec!" Normal's ranting was getting on Alec's nerves as they walked slowly up the street towards Alec's apartment. Climbing the steps and lugging Alec's almost dead weight was making Normal tired…but the boy was so dreamy Normal wouldn't have cared if Alec had weighed 3 ton.

After unlocking the door with Alec's keys, Normal spent five minutes groping for the light switch before dumping Alec unceremoniously on the couch. Alec's face tightened and he gritted his teeth so he wouldn't let out a yell. He curled up on the couch in a fetal position, one hand behind his head the other on his lap to protect what was left of his manhood.

"Normal…I'm okay. You can leave me, I'll probably just sleep now" Alec was lying through his teeth but didn't want to get into any idolization by Normal right now. Normal nodded and said, "Right. See you tomorrow? If you want a day off tomorrow, you can. You worked hard tonight, Alec." Alec nodded and dropped his chin to his chest. Before he left, Normal grabbed a beaten up blanket from the dresser and draped it over Alec. He shut the door softly and went down the stairs in the near darkness.

Alec finally relaxed enough to survey the damage. He gingerly stood and removed his sweat soaked t-shirt and threw it down on the ground. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his track pants and slid them down his muscled legs, wincing as he did so. His mouth pursed and his nose wrinkled in pain as he tried to get his boxers off without causing any jostling to his nether regions.

He was easing his underpants down as he heard a soft knock at the front door and froze in shock. He hastened to pull his boxers back up – almost tripping on his track pants – as he tried to get to the front door.