The easiest and most organic thing for Noah to do next was to get rid of Colby's shirt; it was preventing the skin-to-skin contact, and he could do it without having to pull away for too long. He pushed it up and over his head, let it drop to the floor, and then ran his hand along Colby's stomach, admiring for the first time just how in shape his roommate was.
He let out a breathy little noise when Colby's mouth ran along his earlobe for the first time, unable to suppress a shiver. He knew what he was doing. That much was obvious.