Anything you want. The idea was heady and Alex had to get out of the truck without answering. If he answered, he was just going to crawl on top of Michael right then and there and kiss him senseless. He wanted at least some kind of space so that he could touch everything he wanted to touch.

"Come make out with me," he called over his shoulder and headed to the back of the truck.

He was hard enough that whatever they did wasn't going to last long, but it didn't matter. Michael, touching him, thinking about him, sucking him, that had made him hard, so it didn't need to be drawn out.