Things were getting out of control really fast. Sasha took the controller and hid it and Mike swallowed hard again, this time making a strange strangled gulping sound. Sasha could probably make for a convincing girl but it was . . . it was what he had downstairs that was the problem. And also what he lacked upstairs too. Sasha's hand was on his thigh and then saying things that sounded straight ouf a porn and Mike had to move or he was going to scream. He had a girly scream and he didn't really like people hearing it.
"No, no, no," Mike said and quickly moved from where he was sitting, scrambling out of the seat and his feet tangling with the blanket and sending him forward onto the ground. He couldn't catch himself because he wasn't all that coordinated, but at least he didn't hit anything else but the floor on the way down. He was momentarily stunned but then moving to his feet.
"Sasha, I—I—I appreciate the offer but no thank you," he said, holding his hands up in almost a defensive posture, "You're nice but I am completely and totally not interested in you like that at all. We're friends. Buddies. Pals. You know?" He forced himself to laugh as his hands went to his waist, attempting to take a less ridiculous posture.