Michael's eyes are half-lidded and soft and warm as he stares at Alex, curling in tightly as he wraps his arm around his waist, kissing his cheek as he gets the keys and locks up behind him. He's still feeling warm and fuzzy and delighted, the poster having lifted him up more than anything.

He's in love with a budding rock star.

"I mean," he drawls, breath hot on Alex's ear as he leans in, nipping at his earlobe, "I'm a part of you most nights when you're in me," he says, deliberately trying to make him blush.