“Hank?”
“Hmm?” Hank asks, and he doesn’t even look up and Alex swears that he better be looking at porn or something really fucking cool because he is missing out on a whole lot of awesome over here!
Alex shifts again, puts one leg up on the couch and leans back against the armrest. He looks up through his eyelashes, sultry and smoldering, leers like he’s a motherfucking model because that’s how he rolls, “Whatcha reading about?”
“It’s a book on plant breeding.”
“Plant breeding?” Alex asks, because he’s down with the breeding but the plants have to go. On the plus side, he’s here and sexy as hell, so if Hank would just. Look. Up.
Hank nods, “They’re simpler structures than you and I, so any mutations they undergo are the most basic forms of evolution. It’s really quite fascinating, how-“
Bingo. Alex tries not to grin when Hank looks up at him and freezes. His jaw is so close to dropping and Alex is pretty sure he can finish the job. He reaches up and scratches his stomach, letting his shirt ride up and out of the way.
Hank clears his throat and keeps his voice deathly low, “Alex, what are you doing?”
(Source: roxashasboxers.livejournal.com)