Michael's lips are against his ear. Their bodies are moving together, no space left between them, Michael's hands on the small of his back at their possessive best.
He knows this won't last. Deep down, he knows it won't, because it never does. But for a moment, he can pretend that it will. He can pretend that he's a better man, someone worth staying for. He can pretend like Alex is already his, and all the problems they've always had together just aren't factors anymore.
"I always will," he murmurs, and he turns his head enough to meet Alex's eyes. "I can't stop."
Even if he'd like to, sometimes. Even if it would make his life a hell of a lot easier, he still can't stop. He's loved Alex since high school. It's not going to stop no matter how many years, and how many countries they put between each other. He'll love him all the same.
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Date: 2020-10-01 01:32 am (UTC)He knows this won't last. Deep down, he knows it won't, because it never does. But for a moment, he can pretend that it will. He can pretend that he's a better man, someone worth staying for. He can pretend like Alex is already his, and all the problems they've always had together just aren't factors anymore.
"I always will," he murmurs, and he turns his head enough to meet Alex's eyes. "I can't stop."
Even if he'd like to, sometimes. Even if it would make his life a hell of a lot easier, he still can't stop. He's loved Alex since high school. It's not going to stop no matter how many years, and how many countries they put between each other. He'll love him all the same.