"I dunno." He presses his forehead against the back of Neil's neck, keeps on moving, tries not to think. He doesn't even really know what he means, only that it's one of the fears that's been at the back of everything: that even if Neil is sincere, even if things are good for a while... it'll all fall apart again. Neil will find someone else. Something better. Move on.

The idea doesn't make him angry. When he manages to think about it, he wonders if it should.

He closes his hand around Neil's dick, another hot surge at the way it fits into his palm. "So fucking good," he breathes. "Good shit hardly ever lasts."