[thoughtless]

Alec's face went red as George continued to invade his space and at this point it had to either be on purpose or the man should be wearing a helmet at all times.
"No..." he mumbled again trying to skirt out of the way, "Everything is just fine..." He grit his teeth and pulled the lettuce from the crisper, hoping the cold of the fridge would ease him problem. It didn't. He was hard as a rock.

He ripped the lettice into a bowl, much too intensely, and groaned in defeat. He turned and looked George up and down.
"You looked at my dick, didn't you?"