Damon had no idea the challenge he'd just given to Alex. Not that he needed anyone to be psychotic over him, but now it was a punch to the ego that Damon wasn't. Alex wasn't craving Damon anymore than Damon was craving him, but it was still Damon who'd come knocking at his door and it had been Damon who'd texted him the last time to come over.
Already, Alex felt, he was ahead of the game.
But now that he knew, he wasn't going to let any of that slip to Damon. Alex saw the hunger in Damon's eyes. Damon must have been able to drop panties with just that disarming gaze alone. Alex stretched out on his bed to allow Damon a better view, propped up by his pillows. "What do you want it to be?" he asked.