There were hands everywhere, and the alcohol had given him a buzz, but nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
With two hands on his ass, he was pulled up, and he wrapped his legs around Corbin’s hips. Holding on was his only thought.
He needed to hold on until someone saved him.
Deep down, he wished it would be this man, but he knew the truth.
This was it.
He’d warned him, and there would be no staying with him. In the morning, it would be over.
There was a strangled sob that escaped through the kiss, and it made Corbin break it.
“Please don’t,” he whispered.
And Alex knew why.
Instead of saying anything, he just rested his forehead against Corbin’s.
Then, he spoke.
“I know. Don’t worry. I know there’s nothing here for me,” he whispered. “I know you’ll never feel anything for me. No one ever does,” he whispered. “I’m invisible.”
At his words, Corbin wanted to weep too. That feeling—it was universal for Corbin. He lived it every day of his life. At that moment, he knew he should stop, run, hide, but he wanted to give Alex something before he said goodbye.
Because now, he couldn’t be his partner.
The ties…they would bind them, and only be worse when he told this man he couldn’t give him what already belonged to his dead husband.
No one deserved to be second.
Or last.
Because he couldn’t give him all, he had to let him go.
So, Corbin laid him back on the bed, and began kissing his way down his body again. His legs were over his thighs, and his erection was wet with precum.
It wasn’t faked.
It was real.
When he reached his erection, he ran his fingers through the precum beading there, and spread it across the head of his erection.
He was being gentle—not because he was rough during sex, but because he knew Alex needed it.
He deserved it.
It had been short, but they’d had a good run, and he wanted them to part ways with something between them. It wasn’t always quantity, but quality.
Ironically, that’s how he felt with Will. It befuddled him how the universe could hate him this fucking much.
As he began blowing him, Alex’s body bowed again, and it sent chills down Corbin’s. His sleek body felt so familiar beneath his hands. His slim waist, and defined thighs told him way too much about the man.
He had a runner’s body, and he felt good beneath him. If he closed his eyes, the feel and scent took him back.
To someone else.
Unfortunately, when Corbin opened his eyes and glanced up the long lean frame of this man, it was Alex watching him as he blew him.
