Justin pouted at the comment about children. "Hey, I'm decent - I put pants on underneath. If this were a kilt, though, then you'd have something to worry about."
He followed Jasper down the hall, his eyes lingering on the bloke's backside as its owner strode rather purposefully. His finger absently swung the lei around and around. "Tea sounds good. I take my straight." He grinned. "About the only thing about me that's completely straight."
He watched Jasper approach the stove, standing by the kettle that hadn't yet boiled, and sidled up next to his friend to lean back against the counter, brushing his hip intentionally against Jasper's. He lifted a finger to rub affectionately against Jasper's upper arm. "You spend too many nights at home alone, you know. It's not good for you. Now, if you have company," he teased, looking through his lashes, "that would be a different story."