"I'm definitely gonna want one and your album cover in the garage," he vows, and that's not teasing. Whenever he gets that lab up and running, he knows for a fact that he's going to want pictures of Alex's musical career adorning the walls.

He grins as he slides his palms over Alex's chest, fingers pushing over the shoulders as he presses tightly.

"Shirtless, holding a coffee cup," he teases right back. "And what's the next album called?"