Hobbes clamored as he stood, sudden too eager to get all his joints to collaborate in one easy movement. He watched Mike warily, breath coming fast enough and deep enough to make his chest tight. There was even a flush from his cheeks down onto his chest.

Still watching Mike, he held out his wrists and shifted his weight. He was hard to the point of pain, and Mike was warm and solid and it would be so easy to step in beside him and press against his thigh...

No. He didn't. He held out his wrist and he waited.