Xavier offered him a wry grin at the compliment, grateful for it but still feeling a bit ridiculous that he'd gotten ambushed twice in practically the same situation. At least Aisling had waited for him to get out of the shower first. His head tilted almost automatically into the touch of Ken's fingers, and his hand came up to cup the back of his neck as their lips met, not caring he was going to get him wet because it was his own damn fault.
His second kiss with a guy was far less tentative than the first had been, with Andrew. Maybe it was that they both knew what they were there for, or that there were scores involved, or something else Xavier couldn't think of because he was too busy licking his way into Ken's mouth and dragging his tongue against his in long, languid strokes, his fingertips curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.