Andrew bit the corner of his lip not to laugh at that, purely from being pleased. He watched appreciatively as Jack knelt up on the bed and then obediently lay back as he was urged, hands on his tummy, feeling strangely nervous and awkward but forgetting that in favour of watching Jack almost worshipfully; his best friend was the centre of his world and had been for so long that this transition to boyfriend was almost scary. He knew Jack would never hurt him on purpose, but what if he realised that he didn't have those feelings for Andy? What if it had just been jealousy over Frank? What if, what if, what if.
Andy put away his insecure thoughts as Jack's hand slipped up under his hoodie. He drew in a small, sharp little breath as Jack's hand touched his bare skin and then offered his mouth up to be taken by Jack's with a little mew of desire, kissing back and trying to remember it all.