23. Touch
Awkward had hardly been the word for their first time. Two teenage boys, just coming into puberty and, shock upon shocks, they had hormones and insatiable libidos.
It was only supposed to be a bit of experimentation, but Maes's hands had made Roy feel as if he might have just caught on fire right there. It had been so much better than when he'd experimented with himself and, when they were finally through, he could hardly move or speak or even think. But that was okay, it was more than okay, because it meant that Maes held him until he'd stopped shivering.