Alex shifts against Neil, pressing kisses and damning words from his lips, and the younger man suddenly has trouble breathing. Cannot come down from whatever this happens to be. Discomfort transforms into pain as the heat from bodies and emotions threatens to overtake everything.

"Alex," he murmurs, his tone upset, near close to pleading. "I'm not..." Feeling well, too far gone, or going to die. He doesn't know.

He doesn't fucking know.