There was no fucking way this was happening. Everything, the whole fucking world, had dwindled down into one bright-hot point: Leon. Leon's mouth, Leon's fucking amazing body, and Leon's hands and skin and breath and touch.
Now it suddenly became unclear just who was taking advantage of who.
Fingers were sifted into Leon's hair, almost clutching and it was Alex's turn to start to tremble. From cold, from fear of the unknown, from need, all three of them combined and coiled into heat at the pit of Alex's stomach. His eyes opened, trying to find something in Leon's gaze that would help. He found nothing. What was he meant to ask when he could barely breathe?
At length, he wet his own lips. "Would you hate me if I tell you I'm involved with someone, but I want you to fuck me?" There it was. The entire truth, laid out for Leon's consideration. He could deny it all he wanted, but he was with Damon and he wanted that, but he also couldn't deny what he wanted with Leon, possibly his closest friend.