Max had always known that his friend, Alex, was gay, but he never felt uncomfortable around him. In fact, Max was quite proud of himself for being so accepting of his friend's sexuality. But tonight, as they sat in Alex's living room drinking beer and watching TV, Max felt his friend's gaze lingering on him a little too long.
"Hey, man. Everything alright?" Max asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Alex looked up and grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. I was just admiring you."
Max felt his face flush, and his heart began to race. He had never been hit on by a guy before, and he wasn't sure how to react. "Thanks," he muttered, taking a swig of beer.
Alex scooted closer to Max on the couch, looping an arm around his shoulder. "You're really hot, you know that?" He whispered, his breath hot on Max's ear.
Max could feel himself getting hard, and he tried to shift uncomfortably. "Uh, thanks. I guess."
But before he could say anything else, Alex's lips were on his, and Max felt himself giving in to the pleasure. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths eagerly.
"You know you want this," Alex murmured, pulling off Max's shirt and kissing down his chest.