Felix wasn’t experienced, not really. He’d gone pretty far with his ex girlfriend and gal pal Bobby, but never all the way. Pulling the ‘premarital sex is uncomfortable to me’ car had made things easier for everyone involved, but right then he wasn’t thinking that way. Because Felix wasn’t thinking, he didn’t want to think. He wanted to feel, and Wolf was letting him feel everything so very nicely right then. He awkwardly managed to get his cup down onto the first flat surface his blind hands found, the finally freed hand grasping to onto Wolf’s back. He clenched some of the other’s shirt there, pulling on it. If he’d known kissing with a guy so easily trumped kissing girls, he might have tried it sooner.
Slowly his mind began to protest, reminding him of how very disappointed his father would be in having a son who was making out with another boy. But it was easy to ignore the voice of reason (or, rather, shame) when his teenage hormones were rushing all over his body. His other hand had reached up between them, touching Wolf’s cheek with chilly finger tips. Felix’s head move slightly, to try and get his nose out of the other’s way. He probably should have protested when Wolf dove right on into his mouth, but Felix couldn’t even comprehend the idea of actually saying no right then.
Instead he pulled back slowly, looking at Wolf with heavily lidded eyes. His hand dropped to Wolf’s chest, gently pushing him back enough so that they weren’t nose to nose anymore. But he wasn’t really pushing Wolf away, not yet.
“I’m not gay,” he said, panting. He was lying, obviously, but he seemed to need to declare it anyways.