Michael's gaze had falled to that bulge that was more than a little enticing, though the hesitation gave him pause, made him frown. When Alex finally went on, though, he chuckled slightly.

"I live in the back of my truck, Alex. I mean, we could try and find a cheap motel somewhere or whatever, but...I like the idea of having memories of you here and back there." He tilted his head toward the truck bed. "The memories will have a place-tie that can't be taken away."

Everytime he laid down in his sleeping bag alone, he'd be able to think of Alex there, against him, around him, inside him, whatever, and it not just be fantasy, but memory. For a while, at least, he'd even be able to smell Alex back there, have a way to hold him close on all those nights Michael spent alone.