Finally, Eric opened his mouth and said "So ... uh ... what's up?"
"This, actually," Steve said, taking Eric's hand and placing it on the bulge pushing out his pants.
Eric looked down at what he was being forced to touch and even though he wasn't actually touching Steve's body, it was close enough. He snatched back his hand, feeling disgusted by Steve's gesture.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Eric asked. "Why did you do that?"
"I just wanted to show you how excited I am to see you. That's all, baby," Steve said.
Why is he calling me 'baby'? Eric thought. "Are you making fun of me? Because of my shirt?" he asked, suddenly remembering the shirt he put on moments earlier. He had put it on mostly for a joke, but now he could see that maybe that wasn't the best idea.
"Of course not, babe," Steve said. "Your shirt looks fine. Really fine, in fact," he said with a smile. "Now let's just cut all this hard to get and get in the sack."
Eric stared at him. Had Steve just lost his mind? Why was he treating him like one of his conquests? As Eric stood there, he didn't notice as his body began to change a little more ...
