Heath had been testing it, maybe. To see if it was as immediate and fucking good as it had been while he was drunk and trying to shut Gideon up. And there was something else, too. Gideon was his best mate, had been since they were eleven, and he couldn't have him thinking he regretted it - even if thinking about it later might get him close to it. More, Heath wasn't really a man who was used to having to think through things he wanted, and right now he wanted to kiss the man beneath him until his lungs burned with it, which was exactly what he set out to do.