Michael gasped as Alex's hand curled around him, started to stroke, and he wondered, exactly, how he was supposed to come up with words right now. He wasn't great with them in the most conducive of circumstances, and all he wanted to do right now was luxuriate in the feel of Alex's hand on him.

"Uh..." He swallowed, and his cock twitched in Alex's hand. "Um...at first I just thought about the kissing. That I shouldn't have pulled away. That I should've leaned in. And then I imagined what it would've been like, if I had. How it would've been different." He wriggled, a little self-conscious, and also far too turned on by the touching. "I thought about this--you touching me, me touching you, and I realized I liked the idea of it, a lot. That was...about as far as I got..." Because he'd come, hard, just thinking about that.

"I wanted to find you and pull you into some corner and kiss you at school so bad." And that had shaken him in its own way, because he wasn't one to get crushes.