"Hi," Krem said back softly. With Thomas stripped down to his shorts and an undershirt, Krem let his eyes skate slowly, consumptively, over his body. He took in the long, wiry muscles of his arms and the thick muscles of his thighs, how rangy he was, still just a growing thing but getting to that settled sort of way that young men got. Very handsome. Krem smiled softly when his eyes came back up to Thomas's face.

He took off his jeans, leaving him only in his own shorts. His own short stature made his muscles look thicker than they were, he thought; if he'd been as tall as Thomas or Noah, he would have been leaner, more elegant. But his thighs and his arms still would have been thick. He wasn't displeased with his body. But he was aware of all the little differences.

He climbed up onto the bed and sprawled beside him, also against the pillows. "This is alright?"