* * *
Xander never considered himself gay.
Not even bisexual. See, the way he thought about it, a person could drink the occasional beer without being an alcoholic. Likewise, a man could occasionally have lusty thoughts about another man and not be a homosexual.
On his lap, Andrew wriggled a little, which derailed his train of thought. "My leg's asleep," Andrew complained, but when he turned his face, it was still plastered with a contented smile.
He stilled again, once he'd found a comfortable position: shirtless back crooked against Xander's front, one long thigh extended over the arm of the chair, the other resting between Xander's denim-clad legs. When Andrew tilted his head back, Xander was able to place an awkwardly positioned kiss at the corner of his mouth.
Xander slid his hand over Andrew's flat chest, so skinny it was nearly concave. It occurred to him, as his palm caressed the stiffening nipple underneath, that girls and their curves were overrated.
* * *
Xander never considered himself gay.
Not even bisexual. See, the way he thought about it, a person could drink the occasional beer without being an alcoholic. Likewise, a man could occasionally have lusty thoughts about another man and not be a homosexual.
On his lap, Andrew wriggled a little, which derailed his train of thought. "My leg's asleep," Andrew complained, but when he turned his face, it was still plastered with a contented smile.
He stilled again, once he'd found a comfortable position: shirtless back crooked against Xander's front, one long thigh extended over the arm of the chair, the other resting between Xander's denim-clad legs. When Andrew tilted his head back, Xander was able to place an awkwardly positioned kiss at the corner of his mouth.
Xander slid his hand over Andrew's flat chest, so skinny it was nearly concave. It occurred to him, as his palm caressed the stiffening nipple underneath, that girls and their curves were overrated.
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