"You think I'd try to stop you?" He smiled and gave him a gentle squeeze. Before his mind could even drift to the consequences of their public displays of affection, Reed swatted his bum and Emerson jumped a little, laughing. He propped himself up on one elbow, keeping his other arm across the other boy's stomach. "Yes, I'm one of those people society can't stand because I never exercise and still maintain a firm bum." He grinned, then started to trace the lines of firm muscle along Reed's chest and abdomen. "You, on the other hand..."