Alex stilled as Andreas' fingers moved over his cheek brushing his hair out of his face. He tried really really hard not to flinch away from the other's touch. He wanted the touch, he really did, but it seemed it was an automated response to move from the hand coming at his face. He swallowed hard and let out a soft shaky breath at the close proximity of the other man. Alex blinked a few times before his gaze fell down to look upon Andreas' gently hand lifting his wrist.<br/><br/>Alex didn't resist the examination and Andreas didn't find any traces of Frank's touch, though it was a little sore. "It's not that bad. Frank is probably fighting with his girl again. He gets ..." Alex meant to continue with his thought but all was lost entirely when those soft lips pressed pressed against his inner wrist. Several things happened in that moment, none of which he could control in the least. His pants grew about five sizes too small, a soft whimper escaped before he hitched and swallowed it down again, and he was sure his heart started to beat so loudly he would go deaf.<br/><br/>His mind screamed for him to go back inside, but his feet were not agreeing with anything his brain was saying.