AND PAUL CAN’T STOP staring. Or touching. Alex is happy to lean back against the refrigerator and arch his back just a little. Paul isn’t even really doing anything and it feels amazing. One of the side effects of the current mess their relationship is in is that Alex is touch-starved and horny all the time. Now that he isn’t working fourteen-hour days five or more days a week, he’s awake enough to notice.
He watches Paul’s fingers. It’s easier than looking at his face and being too hopeful. Or asking for things and getting told no for reasons that are, at least relatively, sound.
It takes less than thirty seconds of both of them breathing too loudly in the silent kitchen for Paul’s fingers to pause at the bruise on Alex’s hipbone and press his fingers into it.
Alex hisses and tips his
