Except Alex was already stripping out of his jeans. He wasn't quite as rough and ready - and did his brain have to go there? - as Michael was. He sat on his side of the bed and undid the prosthetic, leaning it against the bedside table, and then slowly rolled off the case that enclosed what was left of his leg.
He glanced over his shoulder for a minute. He'd never been embarrassed by what happened to him, but common sense told him that he should have been at least a little shy about showing it in this kind of circumstance. Maybe it had been the situation, the hunger with which they'd come at each other that overrode any common sense. But he didn't feel it any more now.
He supposed he should lump it in with everything else that confused him about Michael and their relationship.
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Date: 2019-03-24 07:16 am (UTC)He glanced over his shoulder for a minute. He'd never been embarrassed by what happened to him, but common sense told him that he should have been at least a little shy about showing it in this kind of circumstance. Maybe it had been the situation, the hunger with which they'd come at each other that overrode any common sense. But he didn't feel it any more now.
He supposed he should lump it in with everything else that confused him about Michael and their relationship.