“What do you want from me, Nick?” Alex asked from the bedroom side of the door.
He’d knocked, rattled the handle, called out, and even considered kicking the door down, but that final act seemed too melodramatic. Finally, he’d leaned against the door and told Nick that he wasn’t going anywhere. When a few moments ticked by without a response, he asked what Nick wanted from him. Seconds passed. Apparently, he wouldn’t get a reply, and he could think of no other questions. What was the problem with him wanting Nick to use a condom? He stood with his back to the door, arms folded across his chest, still completely naked.
This isn’t about protection. He was smart enough to figure that out, but otherwise, he felt positively dim-witted what else it could be.
Turning to the door, almost huggin
