And he’d have to forget it tomorrow.
When he left.
As Alex stared up at him, the buzz was gone, and instead, he was filled with hope. Oh, he knew it would go to shit, but deep down, there was a tiny bit of him that wanted to believe that tomorrow, Corbin would change his mind.
That he’d see his scars, and know that he was broken almost beyond repair.
That the‘it changed nothing’would be erased, and he’d love him.
And it would become, it changed everything.
As he tugged his boxers down, nothing was said as Alex did what he wanted.
He tasted him.
In that moment, he fell in love. As he looked up at Corbin, and stared into his baby blue eyes, he knew why he’d been so upset with the idea that he was going to leave him behind.
He loved him.
Like he’d loved Noah.
Now, he had his one chance to show him, in hopes that he’d stay.
That he’d see the truth.
Because for him, Alex couldn’t say the words.
He’d never said them before to anyone, because he’d never been able to. People left, and they broke you in ways you’d never be fixable.
But he felt it.
God.
He felt it too deeply.
Taking his erection in his hand, he stroked him, and pulled a deep, warm moan from his partner. Corbin dropped his head back and didn’t look at him.
He convinced himself it was because he felt good.
Not because he felt nothing.
That was a lie.
Oh, but the way his hand and mouth felt on his erection was deliciously wicked as he gave him head.
He hated that it felt like this, and Corbin despised that he could feel his heart opening, betraying his vow and husband.
“Alex.”
At his name, the man shared that intimacy with him, wanting nothing more than to have some permanency.
What wouldn’t he give for someone to love him a little bit to stay?
To love him?
To show him he was worth something?
Alex would give everything to just belong to anyone who could give him the tiniest bit of love. Was it so much to ask to have stability?
