“Huh?”
A sudden jolt of creativity meant Adam had to be on his feet. “First, I wanna look at you.” Ben repeated what he’d said to Richie. This time, he’d be looking at and seeing the same man. “Then, I wanna try something. Stand up on the bed.”
Adam obliged, and the view Ben got looking up at him was better than anything in Hung Like A Pommel Horse, because not only could Ben see it all, he could feel, smell, and taste it, too.
“You know the coin thing?” Adam was looking down.
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re so little, and I’m so big, right?”
Looking up, in terms of height, Ben had to say, “So big.”
“So…It’s stupid.”
“Nuh-uh.” Ben tickled Adam’s ankle. “Tell me.”
“Okay.” Adam came down to sit beside Ben. He took him in his arms. “I’ll stand back up after.”
“Okay.”
“I want to touch you when I say this.”
“I want to be touched.”
“Remember how I said I think about you a lot?”
“Yeah.” They spoke cheek to cheek, hip to hip. Touching.