He'd rather get a little more dirty for now

There's no way Micheal is letting his friend off that easily. After sitting Ryan at the kitchen table he continues to inflict delightful torment on poor boy. He hugs the seated man from behind, making sure to press his breast against the tense muscles of his broad shoulders. He squeezes Ryan's bicep, observing what a fine strong young man he's grown into and isn’t it a shame the two of them never get to chat like this. Micheal bustles around the kitchen switching between ordinary small talk and wholly inappropriate flirtation.

"How are your family Ryan, keeping well?"

"Do you have a girlfriend yet, surely you must? More than one, even. I know what you boys are like, inexhaustible!"

"Well, if I was ten years younger I'd teach you a thing or two myself. Things the skinny girls your age would never let you do."

"And hasn't the weather been nice, so warm for the time of year."

And so on, all while taking every opportunity to bend or stretch to retrieve this pan or that jar. Each time exposing more and more pale smooth skin until poor Ryan is red faced and wide eyed.

Now, borrowed intuition tells Micheal, while he's horny and off balance. If you want him you can have him but it has to be now.

The thought pulls Micheal up short. He'd only intended to tease his friend before revealing who he really was but in the process he's come perilously close to the edge of something much more serious...