First sentence of a fic: "Alex did nothing as Michael attacked the bag of takeout food."
Alex did nothing as Michael attacked the bag of takeout food. It was supposed to be a peace offering. A truce. Michael fixed the rattle in Alex’s car. Alex plied him with burgers. It was a transaction. But Alex couldn’t help but watch long talented fingers shovel fries in his open mouth, artfully. At first Michael was purely shoving food in his face as fast as he could, but as his hunger was satiated suddenly he was making eye contact and twirling the straw to the milkshake, using his tongue to guide it in his mouth.
Alex swallowed.
He knew what this asshole was doing. Michael wasn’t subtle. And as he smirked, it became more and more clear that Michael was teasing.
Alex leaned forward until his mouth grazed Michael’s ear, “If you’re that desperate for something to suck on, I could be of service.”
When Michael choked on his milkshake, Alex took it as a win.
