With his eyes trained on Felix's face to look for his answer, it was impossible to miss his reaction to the hand slipping beneath his shirt. Wolf absently wondered how many times Felix had been with a guy, if maybe he'd even been with Luke, or if he never had before. It didn't make a difference, not really, and it was impossible to tell by reactions alone (at least at this point; if they got below the belt it would be way easier to tell), but the way he seemed so into it made Wolf want to cut the crap and drag Felix to his bed. The only flaw in that plan was Felix still had something to explain, and after a pause he replied to Wolf's question.
There were a whole hell of a lot of ways Felix could have responded. Even if he wasn't gay, he could have said he was bi, or pan, or even just curious. Wolf knew sexuality was elastic, and that was part of the fun of it, so it didn't matter to him at all if Felix never planned on being with a guy again and just wanted to know how it felt. Felix didn't say anything like that, though. He said he was drunk. And then he said it again.
Wrong thing to say.
At first when Felix's lips crushed against his, Wolf kissed Felix back with just as much fervor – maybe more. His hand gripped Felix's side beneath his shirt. But for how hot it was, it ended quickly with a jerk as Wolf broke the kiss without any warning or remorse, and moved both of his hands to push against Felix's chest.
"I'm not," he said as he looked Felix in the eye, and his own were sharp. "I'm not drunk at all and I'm not playing games with you."
It was just as Felix had thought before. Wolf couldn't hide his disability, and he had been bullied for being deaf – not to mention having two moms and being flamboyant. As he got older and, despite everything, gained confidence at an alarming rate, most of his classmates had come to like him. He'd also had to kick some ass, or get pummeled trying. Wolf wore his differences like a badge because of those experiences, and it pissed him off that there were people out there who were still hiding, making it more difficult for those who wanted to live their lives openly.
So, no, he wasn't going to play any games. As much as his body was protesting, his brain had spoken loudly. Wolf put more distance between himself and Felix, then turned his back on the other young man, ensuring he wouldn't be able to see any retorts he might have in store. Wolf had seen enough.