Gasping then, not sure he was expecting that Michael would do that. It leaves him breathing heavily, aching and going almost instantly hard like this is still high school.

"That's not even fair," he groans, stroking his hand over Michael's hip, feeling the sun overhead, the warmth off the metal of the truck. It's so much like a decade before and it's amazing and scary and perfected.

"Yeah, you should have," he murmurs softly. "Now you know I'll be sitting right there beside you."