For one dizzying moment, Alex was sure this was a dream. It had to be. Another one of those memory dreams where he was going to wake up drenched in his own sweat. There was no other conceivable explanation for the fact that just now, Leon's fucking amazing, hot, wet mouth was against Alex's, voluntarily.
To his credit, Alex had shown considerable restraint when in the presence of the detective, but now, now there was a new desperation that had come out of nowhere. Now, now he was being kissed and was answering that kiss with his fingers stuffed dumbly under Leon's hat to plunge into his hair.
Suddenly, he didn't care if his ankle was more busted than he'd anticipated. Nothing else mattered but the taste of wild freedom in Leon's mouth.