Richie was vaguely aware of his friends’ arms around him, settling him more comfortably back in his chair. His limbs were like jelly, and his heart beat so fiercely he could taste the rhythm in the back of his throat. It was difficult to focus, but he could make out Ben standing beside the nearby table, pressed gently up against Craig. Craig peeled Ben’s fine shirt up and off his shoulders, and tossed it onto the floor. They kissed softly, lips and breath touching, teeth nipping at each other’s lips. Richie sat, nursing his shattered emotions, and just admired the fine bodies in front of him. Both were now stripped to the waist, Craig the more muscular, Ben lean and shaved. Their muscles flexed as they caressed each other. There was both familiarity and hunger in their mutual touches.
“Ma
