The way Alex touched him showed a weakening of will.  So, why didn’t he find his arms full of sexy blond?  That was how it had played out in his head, the best case scenario, but Andreas had apparently put too much stock in his own ability to entice.  Or, the cause he liked better, Alex was too inexperienced and sheltered and naïve to know what the hell he wanted to do.  Andreas had little personal experience to compare it to.  The largest portion of his own childhood was under the thumb of<i>real</i>monsters, not some Dick politician in a suit who liked to play one behind the scenes.  Though… to Alex, the threat was still very, very real.  His prison was different, like a dog with a shock collar instead of locked behind real bars.<br/><br/>The length of thought was too much.  The breeze that cut up between them again seemed to be a signal.  If Alex wasn’t ready, there was no reason to push him.  It would only make him second guess everything and retreat, possibly to an unreachable level.<br/><br/>“It’s okay,” Andreas assured, taking the hand from his chest and giving it a gentle squeeze.  He had to hide how much those lips tempted him.  Yes, he really wanted to kiss Alex, and he’d admitted that much, but he found himself staring at the man’s perfect mouth. “It’s no rush.  I can wait…”