Swish by E. Davies Page B

know, make up for whatever we didn't do back then?”
    Alex shook his head. “No. Since you moved here, I've been trying to decide if this is a good idea and damn it, I still don't know.”
    Thomas knew that feeling. He laughed and nodded. “Wait, you know when I moved.”
    “I... saw you around,” Alex admitted, and this time, he blushed.
    Thomas's eyebrows shot up. “You weren't surveilling me?”
    “No!” Alex was quick to insist. “No, I honestly bumped into you at the barbecue. I was talking to Chase.”
    Oh. For some reason, Thomas had pictured Alex sitting in a van outside watching his every motions. That was a lot more mundane. Still... “Creeper,” Thomas teased.
    “Yeah,” Alex chuckled and set aside his water glass. “Guess I never really got over you, eh?”
    Thomas's heart squeezed, the air nearly sucked out of his lungs. Alex might well be joking, but this was the moment for him to be serious. “I never got over you, either.”
    Alex had stopped smiling, his eyes wide and gorgeous as they flickered between Thomas's. He parted his lips, drew breath, and paused. Then, he asked, “Really?”
    “Yeah,” Thomas nodded firmly. “I thought it was just because we never slept together before – but in bed the other night...” he trailed off. He wasn't sure how to explain that connection.
    “I felt it, too,” Alex said, his voice quiet. For once, there wasn't a hint of teasing.
    “What have you been up to, really? Why are you suddenly so for relationships? Especially if you're all... biased against relationships from surveilling people and stuff?” Thomas asked. Alex was a bit of an enigma, and he had to figure him out.
    “Ah.” Alex half-smiled. “I slept around a lot for fun. And work, too.”
    Thomas nodded slowly. He could see that. Alex had always been an easy flirt, quick to reciprocate attention and perhaps a little too needy for it. And he was drop-dead gorgeous. All he had to do was turn on that charming smile.
    It made Thomas want to irrationally dislike Alex more – perhaps out of jealousy – but he resisted the urge.
    “I slept with a few people, I dated a few people,” Thomas shook his head. “But nobody who... stuck on me like you.”
    “Yeah,” Alex breathed out. “I know what you mean.” He looked so relieved now that it made Thomas smile.
    Alex's hand pressed against the back of his own. Thomas turned his hand over to let Alex trail his fingers against his palm. The touch sent electric crackles of desire through Thomas's whole body.
    Thomas laced his fingers with Alex's. He wanted to be more like Alex – a little more brash and brave, spontaneously daring...
    He wasn't even sure if he was the first to lean in. They were suddenly kissing in a rush of breath and sliding lips, their hands rising to cup each other's cheeks.
    The kiss was warm and sensual and familiar. He knew Alex's lips almost as well as his own. He knew that Alex loved having his lower lip sucked, and that sucking on his collarbone was the way to his dick. Alex got hard in just seconds of necking – inconvenient sometimes, but hot others.
    Christ, perhaps more than moving back to this town, kissing Alex felt like coming home.
    If it was a bad idea to sleep with your ex, why did this feel so damn right ?

Chapter 18
Alex
    Thomas was kissing him hard. Alex felt the desperation radiating through his body in waves of desire.
    Holy shit, Thomas wanted him bad . Thomas was shifting to straddle him now, and Alex leaned back to let Thomas rest his weight on his lap. Not that there was much of it – he was a cute, scrawny thing, nothing like his brothers or Alex himself.
    Alex kind of liked being able to lift him around, though. Thomas fit just right in his arms and under his chin these days. Besides, if he took up skiing, he'd get an even better ass. Though Thomas's was hard to improve upon.
    “Mmm,” Thomas groaned, snapping Alex back into the moment. Alex squeezed and rubbed that sexy little ass, then