"I don't, I just know your type," he said honestly, looking up at the other man once he could look away from his stomach and smiling unapologetically. "However, I'll say that in your case you have something to want to show off."
"Sixteen year olds are pushing it. Especially females," he said with a mock-disgusted look, moving his hand over Patrick's stomach. "I'd rather think of you right now so you can feed that to your over-inflated ego."
Dale looked at Patrick as he investigated the scars, feeling oddly exposed. It wasn't something he was questioning, however, and Patrick wasn't a stranger. He'd known him for a long time even if they hadn't spoke for several years. "You won't hurt me if you can see them, I'm sure of that," he said. He leaned up and kissed Patrick's from the base of Patrick's neck up to his ear, nipping at the lobe. "Are we ever going to get to the bed?"