Except Alex was holding him too tight, too close. The more they kissed, the more Alex wanted, and the more he wanted, the harder he got. After a minute, he realized Kyle's intent and indecision warred within him. Whether he should do this. How he should do this. All he needed to tell Kyle was that he'd won.

"Here, get off," he finally murmured. "I can't take anything off with you sitting there."

Except he was still holding onto Kyle's ass and squeezing, still leaning in to kiss along Kyle's neck. If Kyle got off, Alex was pretty sure that one of them was going to come to their senses and he knew it might very well be him.

He thought about suggesting the bed, but that almost seemed like the point of no return and he could always give Kyle a decent enough handjob or blowjob right here.