Michael grins as he leans in, unable to stop being so damn proud and content, because that's his Alex, his handsome rock star, on the cusp of becoming big. "You're so fucking hot," he reiterates, fingers winding around his abs to tease at them, to the hair on his chest, brushing his thumb through it as he grins. "Trying to be like me, huh?"

He follows it up with a steady kiss to the corner of his lips.

"You're not even the first one, you're performing, Alex," he says. "You better believe I'm gonna get a folding chair, and Luke and I are gonna be right there."