Alex shivered. He couldn't help it. Much as it probably wasn't about Kyle, there was a guy whispering in his ear and yes, Alex was practically lying on top of him, but Kyle bringing it up almost sounded...disappointed.

First that and then the whisper and Alex was a little confused and more perturbed and he shot Kyle a dark look.

"Do you really want to play chicken with me, Valenti?" Slowly, he slid his hand to Kyle's knee and then moved it so his hand was on the inside of Kyle's thigh, not moving. Just stopped there.

"I won our last game." Or lost if you wanted to look at it like that. Kyle had blinked first. More than blinked.

He wanted a friend. He wasn't interested in being fucked with.