Michael was happy enough to let talking go--there'd been so much talking, and there'd have to be more in the morning, and about things he didn't want to talk about, but things Alex should know. If he was less selfish, he'd tell him tonight, but Michael wasn't going to ruin his one chance to have this again.

The tight grip of Alex's fingers had him making another pleased sound that just increased with the rocking of their hips together. Shifting a little, ha managed to free up a hand to slide down between them and tease along Alex's stomach, his hip, not quite going inward and stroking where he really wanted to, but teasing the possibility of it, headed for that place where he didn't have to keep thinking so damn much.