Jack kissed him softly, tentatively at first, as if learning every curve of Andrew's lips. He knew the other boy's body rather well - from playing together, lounging together, sleeping in the same bed curled up together. But kissing, that was new, and he wanted to learn it all.
And was quite happy to go on kissing - until he tasted the salty tears begin to slip into the kiss. That made him pull back, frowning when he saw the tear tracks on Andrew's face. He was crying?
"Andy, what's wrong?" he asked him, thumb catching up some of the tears as he wiped his cheek. "I'm not that bad, am I?" He'd never had anyone cry when he kissed them before! "Is it... Frank? Do you actually fancy him?" It hadn't occured to him that Andrew might actually like that guy. Really like him. "Is that it?"