“I know.” Mason pulled the big jock into a tight hug. “I’m here for you, buddy.”
Parker snuffled, and buried his head into Mason’s chest. Mason reached up and stroked Parker’s hair, but unlike the previous time, he didn’t get a sexual thrill out of it, he was just offering comfort to alonely and confused fellow student, a person he was beginning to realize he was getting serious feelings of attachment for.
“You’re all right with this?”
Mason smiled. “I gotta say it wasn’t quite what I expected would happen between us, but I really like it,”
“Me, too.”
In an attempt to change the subject, Mason asked, “Do you think I need to bulk up? I mean I’m so skinny.”
“Nah. You’ve got a good body. Okay, so you’re not bulging with muscles, so what? But everything’s in proportion.”
“Thanks. Though I still think I’m a bit thin.”
“You need to be that way to play soccer. Nope, you’re good as you are.”
Even though the complement was carefully phrased, Mason still blushed.