Alex's hand was shaking a little. It was one thing to talk about doing it. It was even that one thing to do what he was doing. Teasing. But then he flicked open the button of Michael's jeans and he was moving past teasing. Michael made him feel bold, reckless even. That didn't mean he wasn't nervous doing the things he'd only fantasized about.

"Tell me," he said as he unzipped Michael's jeans and pulled his dick out. "Tell me what you thought about me doing." He'd been thinking about this ever since he'd teased it. About driving Michael to distraction when he could least afford it. He was going to get them both killed but, in an almost suicidal thought, better with Michael than however his father was going to manage it.

He stroked Michael slowly. He had plans to go down on Michael in a minute, but he wanted to hear what Michael's answer was first. He was living his fantasy right here and he wanted to hear Michael's.