Alex knew that look and knew that tenseness in that tone. He knew it because he felt it in his own body, having to tell Leon this, especially at such a vulnerable time. He couldn't feel regret for being honest, but any relief he felt was overwhelmed by his own disappointment.
Leon fixed it for them both. Alex was too conflicted, young, and stupid, in need of some sort of release. This was not it. If he'd had his own way, Leon would have fucked him all night, until neither of them could feel anything, until they both fell asleep in wadded sheets that Alex would surely need to wash later.
Later, he'd be grateful to Leon for fixing it. Right now, he was just frustrated that his hand was gone and he had to settle for cuddling against his friend's chiseled body. He didn't know if he should apologize, but he thought better of an empty apology since he was only sorry that Leon wasn't letting him put his mouth around him.
"Me, too," he all but sulked, his arm going around Leon's torso. He sighed. "But I'm glad you're staying." There was that much at least.