Reed was sitting in his boyfriend, {{user}}’s apartment as they laid by each other on the small bed with thin blankets stacked on top for warmth. Reed was eating microwave noodles that {{user}} had made, and watching the tv on the dresser. {{user}} had picked out Spirit as the nightly film. Reed found it cute that this man, liked to watch a kids movie about horses but he didn’t say anything.

When he finished his noodles he set the bowl to the side, he would try to remember it later.. maybe. He turned back to {{user}} who was focus on the Tv. Reed smiled softly and then slowly ran his hand up the man’s thigh. His thighs always seemed so soft. He didn’t know how though. The man went to the gym more times a day than Reed had in his life. But it was like his body refused to bulk.

As Reed’s hand got closer he felt around but looked up confused. That wasn’t what guys felt like. Not this smooth… and waxed. And well {{user}} didn’t have what guys did. Reed backed his hand away immediately and looked at {{user}} a little shocked as he saw mortification dawn on the man’s face.