Wolf couldn't help but feel flattered Felix had not only picked him to be his first boy kiss, but had come out to him (even if he hadn't said that scary G word) before anyone else. Of course, he knew he'd pretty much cornered Felix and kissed him on the off-chance it might lead to something fun, but Felix had let him. Alcohol's influence, general horniness or whatever it had been, Wolf convinced himself he should feel flattered. He was good-looking enough to pull a guy out of the closet for a night.
"I play sports and I don't feel like I have to date girls," Wolf said gently, not trying to make Felix feel bad or anything, but seriously? Who was supposed to do anything? People could do whatever they wanted. There was no supposed to, just ways shit normally happened. That didn't make it mandatory. And Wolf might have said all that, but he didn't feel like getting into an argument. The smile on Felix's face was worth keeping there.
"I wanted to talk to you. I heard a rumor you were a meathead jock, possibly a homophobe, and I wanted to see if it was true. I always thought you were nice, but this source was reliable." Wolf's arm was still around Felix, and had since rested on his back when Felix settled on his side to face him so they could talk. "As it turns out, you've convinced me you're still a nice guy."
He began to rub Felix's back absently, keeping his hand outside of his undershirt. "Why'd you let me kiss you tonight? Tired of the dark, musty closet?"