There came another moment just as Alex nudged into him when Nick protested. Ignoring the complaint, Alex rocked his hips, applying pressure, gentle nudges that Nick’s mind and body would find harder to withstand. Even so, Nick’s hands caught at him, trying to push him aside, and Alex grabbed those appendages, pushing them out of the way.
“Nick. Nick.” When he finally had Nick’s attention, he asked, “Do you really want me to stop?”
He watched, searching for any signs of regret or true fear, but that wasn’t what he saw. His friend considered the question well enough, but Alex also saw acceptance and resignation wash in. Nick shook his head. Whether the move was intentional or not, his legs opened, the way their bodies linked became more accommodating.
“This will work,” Alex assured him. H
