It was Gideon's groan, the tight fingers in his hair, that reminded Heath just where they were and what they were heading toward. He'd always loved kissing. Could lose himself for hours in it without those sorts of reminders. But Gideon groaned, pulled his hair,and he was suddenly aware how hard he was, and how close.
He wrenched himself away with another groan, panting for breath against his friend's mouth. It took him a minute to talk, and then he said, "See. World didn't fall apart."