Alex BCN

Posted on April 22, 2025

Under the amber glow of the afternoon, the apartment smelled of cold coffee and the dampness from recent storms. Nikelaos typed with focused fury, his left eyebrow arched in that tension Alex knew well: the leaden weight of work deadlines. His linen shirt, however, remained impeccable, as if elegance were a muscle Nikelaos flexed even in solitude.Alex leaned against the wall behind Nikelaoss chair, barefoot and shirtless, the sweat from his fever still glistening in the hollow of his collarbone. He studied the nape of Nikelaoss neck, that vulnerable spot where chestnut hair curled against skin.Alex edged closer, slow and deliberate, until the heat of his body pierced the bubble of chilled air around the desk. The home office could wait.Bajo la luz mbar de la tarde, el apartamento ola a caf fro y a la humedad de las tormentas recientes. Nikelaos tecleaba con furia concentrada, la ceja izquierda arqueada en esa tensin que Alex conoca bien: el plomo de los plazos laborales. Su camisa de lino, sin embargo, segua impecable, como si la elegancia fuera un msculo que Nikelaos ejercitara incluso en la soledad.Alex se apoy en la pared detrs de la silla de Nikelaos, descalzo, con el torso descubierto y el sudor de su calentura an brillndole en el hueco de la clavcula. Observ la nuca de Nikelaos, ese punto vulnerable donde el pelo castao se rizaba contra la piel.Alex avanz, lento, hasta que el calor de su cuerpo rompi la burbuja de aire fro que rodeaba el escritorio. El Homeoffice puede esperar.