Alex's heart started racing when they swerved. Jesus, they were being so stupid, the both of them. He glanced back out on the road and tried to stop the feeling of his chest in his throat. But that could have been at the idea of being the one to fuck Michael. As soon as the car had jerked, he'd also stopped the motion of his hand, but he hadn't let go.

"If you're going to do that," he said when he thought he could actually catch his breath, "maybe we should wait until we get where we're going."

Except he didn't really want to stop now that he'd started.