'You look really good, Alex.’Alex still looked angry, looking at Brendan like he wasn’t sure what the joke was now, but he didn’t move. Brendan sat upright, his movements careful. They were so close together that he could smell the traces of Alex’s cologne that he’d pretended he hadn’t put on before they went out, that he swore up and down was a present from his sister and not something he bought because he saw Prusty had it. He waited until the tension in Alex’s eyebrows lifted, until his breathing evened, and slowly raised his hand to Alex’s open collar. 'You look hot,’ he murmured, finally, gently tugging at Alex’s shirt until Alex followed. He lifted up to meet him, pressing his lips inside Alex’s open collar at his throat, feeling the tendons shift and strain as Alex balanced over him. He trailed down, sucking little kisses over his collarbone, Alex’s skin hot and smooth.When he pulled back Alex exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath. He looked down at Brendan, to where Brendan’s fingers were still clutching his shirt collar, down Brendan’s body to where his dick was hard in his boxers. Slowly, hesitantly, he met Brendan’s gaze again, and nodded. 'OK, so,’ Brendan grinned up at him, toying with the top button of Alex’s shirt. 'You wanna take this off?’