Chapter 7

Which meant winding up in Mark’s bed, together, naked, stroking and sucking and fondling each other toward orgasm.

But things never quite got that far. Oh, Seth got drunk, all right, but when Mark leaned heavily on his friend’s thigh, he was gently nudged aside. Leaning against Seth’s shoulder earned him a shrug to unsettle his chin. His hand found Seth’s back pocket, but was plucked free when Seth turned toward him. “Look, man,” Seth said, pushing his empty beer mug aside, “I’m flattered and all, but I’m not like that, okay?”

“Like what?” Mark asked, back-pedaling. “Dude, chill out. I’m not doinganything.”

Seth studied him a moment, suddenly more sober than he’d been when they entered the bar. “Well, don’t,” he said finally. “We cool?”