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balance and stumbled back into Justin, who grabbed his hips in a way that didn’t help the whole boner situation at all.
    “Whoa! Careful.”
    “My feet are stuck. This is reason 265 why skinny jeans are a fucking stupid invention.” Sean sat down on the tiny little bench at the side of the cubicle and hunched over, trying to hide his lap while he started to work the stretchy denim over his too-thick socks. The jeans had turned themselves inside out on the way off and were now doing a great impression of a straightjacket for his legs.
    “Let me help.” Justin dropped to his knees. He lifted Sean’s feet one at a time and eased the jeans off. “Honestly. I think you should be old enough to undress yourself by now.”
    Although he was helping with the jeans, this whole situation was the exact opposite of helpful for Sean’s other predicament. Surely the embarrassment of having his best mate’s face a few inches away from his raging erection should have killed his arousal, but it only seemed to ramp it higher in some weird spiral of awkward, shameful hotness. Any minute now, Justin was going to notice. How could he not?
    Justin peeled off the offending denim, his attention thankfully focused on the task in hand. When he was done, he sat back on his heels and raked his gaze up Sean’s legs—and then got stuck on Sean’s crotch. His eyes widened, and Sean watched a pink flush creep over Justin’s cheeks as his lips softened into an O of surprise.
    Justin seemed to take forever to drag his gaze from Sean’s dick to his face, and his grey eyes were darker than usual when they finally met Sean’s. But maybe it was due to the light in here. This cubicle was dimmer than some of the others they’d been in this evening.
    “Sorry,” Sean muttered. “It’s nothing personal. But you keep groping me… and it’s confusing my dick.”
    “You’re so easy.” Justin’s voice was teasing, but he sounded a little hoarse, and when he swallowed, the click of his throat was audible in the cramped space.
    The moment hung there between them, thick with tension. Possibilities lurked at the edges of Sean’s consciousness, whispering what-ifs. It would be so easy to start something with Justin there between his knees, to touch his cheek, to lean forward and kiss him, to admit that his arousal was Justin-specific and not just about random touch.
    But Justin moved before Sean had time to act on any of those impulses. He pushed himself briskly to his feet, his hands gripping Sean’s thighs for a brief moment as he used them for leverage.
    “Come on, horndog. I’m starving. Let’s finish up here and then head somewhere to buy food.”
     
     
    What just happened?
    Justin’s head tumbled with confusion as he waited outside in the street while Sean was paying. He’d excused himself, claiming he needed a break from the crowds, but really he needed a break from Sean and the weird sexual tension between them. He didn’t think he was imagining it. Was there any way Sean might be interested in Justin like that? He’d never shown any sign of it in all the years they’d been friends. But then, he’d kept his sexuality locked down tight for so long, who knew what other secrets he might have hidden?
    If Sean fancied Justin, though, surely he would have said something or made a move once he was out? But when Justin thought about it, he realised that he’d almost always been in a relationship with someone else. This was the first time he’d been completely unattached since Sean had come out, apart from before he started seeing Andy, and he’d only been single for a few weeks then….
    No .
    Justin shook his head to clear his thoughts and stop his stupid imagination taking flight. There was no way Sean could feel the same. An embarrassing erection was hardly a declaration of love. Sean probably hadn’t got laid in a while, and Justin had been pretty handsy—he couldn’t help himself. It didn’t mean anything.
    “Hi.”
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