He didn’t move his hand immediately. Couldn’t seem to. He’d touched other guys’ hair before, he was sure of it. He just couldn’t think of when. He wanted to take strands of it between his fingers. He wanted to lean in and trace the tip of his nose up the tendon of Akiva’s neck to catch the scent of Akiva’s shampoo. He wanted to do a lot of things and sitting here, in the dark, it was impossible to tease those wants apart: if this was about Akiva or men in general or the loneliness he felt when other players flinched away from him.
