Then he stands, slowly unbuttoning his own pants, and I’m left to watch the striptease with drool in my mouth. The way he licks his wet lips, how his bangs flop over his forehead and obscure his hungry eyes, and that freckle that decorates the top of his throat. Damn, he’s so gorgeous— Wait, what? “I wanna try somethin’,” he says, stalking back toward me. “Sit up, Blaine.”