Michael had been just as keen on the sleeping with Alex part, too, and there was no way he was letting Alex's dad come at Alex with that hammer. It was Jesse Manes who was to blame, not Alex, and Michael hadn't ever thought any differently, even when the pain was almost too much.

He paid attention as he worked his mouth over Alex, and, remembering what Alex had done, curled his hand around the base of his cock, stroking slowly. When Alex moaned louder, Michael remembered and definitely did it again. He couldn't take him in very deep, but he was enthusiastic about what he could do. Licking and sucking, and then he experimented with different ways he could tease with his tongue--it occurred to him that at least some of what he'd learned to do with girls could apply here, at least where flexibility and strength came in.

He hummed his appreciation of the compliment, peeking up at Alex from underneath his lashes.