Sam chuckled back, opening his eyes too look into Keiran's. "Me? I'm fine. What about you?" he asked softly, his hand on his friend's cheek still, his fingers lightly stroking his skin.
He wasn't sure what he was doing. In truth, he was as confused as Keiran, although for different reasons. Sam was quite used to touching men and being touched by them. This was not a source of confusion for him. He was quite happily bisexual.
What was confusing him was Keiran's reaction. He neither pulled him closer, nor pushed him away. He blushed like he'd never been with a man before, yet at the same time, he didn't seem to be completely freaked out.
More than that, Sam wasn't even sure what had possessed him to kiss Keiran, unless it was simply the imp of the perverse pushing him into greater folly than usual.
Not sure what else to do, he stayed there a moment, feeling Keiran's strength under him, then slowly sat up, his abdominal muscles rolling and contracting as only a dancers could.
"I should probably get ready to go back on. Are you going to stay? Or have your tasted enough fire for one night and are going to bolt?"