Page 44 of The Locker Room

Xander"s shorts was heated up again when Christian came against him.

Xander kept his arms and legs wrapped around Chris for as long as

possible after that.

They had to move, though. The couch wasn"t comfortable, and

they"d just come inside their shorts, and there was still that horrible

paranoia about Chris"s parents forgetting something and coming back.

(The boys had circled the house six times in an effort to help them pack,

out of sheer habit. Andi was incredibly organized, but Jed had almost

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forgotten his fishing tackle, his swimming trunks, and his cell phone

with GPS. As Xander had handed that last one to him, he"d laughed and

said that there were lots of reasons that kids were a blessing, as he put

the thing in his pocket.)

Chris shifted first, rolling off of Xander and onto his knees, landing

with a thump. He buried his face into Xander"s neck again, and Xander

stroked that wildly tangling hair. (Chris was wearing it long, without any

sort of cut or product in it, just as an experiment. He looked very

seventies.)

“Wow, big guy,” Chris laughed, still breathless. “I never would

have guessed you had that in you.”

Xander blushed and struggled to sit up. “It"s been waiting a long

time. But I can"t believe we just did that in your parents" living room!

Jesus… I swore that wouldn"t happen.”

Chris offered him a hand and Xander took it, finding himself

hauled into Chris"s arms. He looked down at his friend, his brother, and

now, maybe, his lover, and was reassured when those well-dark eyes

sparkled up at him. “Maybe it"s "cause I"m legal now, right?”

Xander rolled his eyes. “So am I!”

Chris nodded seriously. “So, like, we"re grown-ups. And this is