Hating that motion, hating moving away from kissing him again. There is something about kissing Manes in this moment where everything else melts away. Gone. Forgotten. Just this and them and it's all good.
And he's terrified that any moment it's going to stop and Alex is going to remember that he's in love with another, and that Kyle is the asshole that tormented him and shit, what the hell happened when he somehow suddenly wanted a guy this much. No. Not a guy. Alex Manes. This one particular guy that he'd had a crush on in his youth and apparently hadn't truly gotten over.
His knees feel weak when he stands, groaning as fabric rubs against his cock, against the hard length of his cock that is so noticeable through his jeans. He holds both hands out to Alex.
"You using the master bedroom?" He's spent a lot of time in this cabin, and he's making it clear that he isn't pretending to not know where this is heading. Unless one of them backs down still.
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And he's terrified that any moment it's going to stop and Alex is going to remember that he's in love with another, and that Kyle is the asshole that tormented him and shit, what the hell happened when he somehow suddenly wanted a guy this much. No. Not a guy. Alex Manes. This one particular guy that he'd had a crush on in his youth and apparently hadn't truly gotten over.
His knees feel weak when he stands, groaning as fabric rubs against his cock, against the hard length of his cock that is so noticeable through his jeans. He holds both hands out to Alex.
"You using the master bedroom?" He's spent a lot of time in this cabin, and he's making it clear that he isn't pretending to not know where this is heading. Unless one of them backs down still.