To be fair, they were both skinny little bastards. Ken might have been the most similar to Xavier size-wise in the band, which just made them even more evenly matched. It made it easy, either of them having to strain or bend to kiss the other. Xavier gave a soft little sound in the back of his throat at the press of Ken's lips against his jawline, his head lolling to the side to make it easier for him.
There hadn't been much of a plan other than kissing, and it was Ken's fault they were in the shower, really, but the problem with not having a plan was not having an exit strategy. Not that Xavier was particularly looking for one, but he started to think one might be a good idea when the water hitting against the backs of his legs started edging more toward lukewarm than hot.
"Water's getting cold," he mumbled against Ken's lips, nipping at them lightly before ducking his head away. "Sorry."