Andrew always had been the worrier between them. Jack, he wasn't worried at all. He knew what he wanted, and when he knew what he wanted, he was the type to go ahead, full speed. Just like now - and what he wanted was Andrew.
He curled his fingers in the belt loops so he could tug Andrew's pants down, drawing them over his legs. He felt the tension then, that moment where Andy tensed, and it made him look up. His eyes drew up the length of his best friend's body.