“Well I got that splinter out of your hand…” he examines my palm.
“You sure did, didn’t even hurt really. When MacKenzie does first aid on me it always ends up being a giant bruise the next day…”
Ross snickers as he sets the tweezers on the counter.  Our eyes lock. In this tiny bathroom there’s no where else to stand but close together. He brushes his fingers over my arm muscles upward, then slowly engulfs the back of my head with his palm as he snakes his digits through my shorn hair. My flesh raises goosebumps.
“…Ross?”
“Yes?” he whispers.
My heart is so beating furiously in my chest I can’t even breathe. Our lips drift together into a warm, open mouth kiss. I had no idea men could have such soft lips. Instead of floral perfume and fabric softener and waxy lipstick, there’s a faint mint lipbalm taste, a musky vanilla aftershave scent, and those large fingers against my scalp. My cock begins to swell.

“Ross…did you just kiss me?”
“I did.”
“Do it again.”