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poster. Sergio bought their tickets, feeling a little guilty that he might have been too hard on Lance. But he still wondered: Could a relationship with him work? Maybe they should just be friends.
    Halfway through the film, Lance slowly took hold of his hand. So much for just being friends , Sergio thought.
    It felt good to hold Lance’s hand. Among his hookups, Sergio couldn’t remember ever just holding hands with a guy. This was new, different. It reminded him of Zelda before things nosedived.
    “How did you like it?” Sergio asked when the final credits rolled on-screen.
    “Um, I liked it,” Lance said, though in truth he’d barely paid attention. Holding Sergio’s hand had distracted him too much. “How about you?”
    “It was great,” Sergio said, stalling for time as the lights came on. Holding hands had produced a noteworthy effect that kind of embarrassed him to stand up. Being only friends definitely wasn’t going to work.
    “What would you like to do now?” Sergio asked when they finally walked outside to the parking lot. Part of him hoped for a little action—maybe they could go park somewhere—while another part of him could hear Kimiko telling him: “Go slow.”
    “I should probably head home,” Lance said, glancing at his watch. “I’ve got church tomorrow. I’m in the choir with Allie.”
    “Oh,” Sergio said, let down but also relieved.
    On the walk to the car, Lance began to hum some show tune. “Um, sorry.” He realized he was doing it. “I’ve always got musicals going through my head.”
    “That’s cool,” Sergio said. “I like your voice.” He kept the stereo off during the drive so he could hear him sing. He’d never had a guy sing for him before. And Lance had never gone out with a guy who wanted him to sing.
    When they arrived in front of Lance’s, Sergio shut the engine off, wondering and hoping: Would Lance at least want to kiss?
    Across the car, Lance became quiet, noticing how sexy Sergio’s Adam’s apple looked in the moonlight. Since they’d held hands, it seemed natural that they would kiss, but he felt a little nervous about his lack of experience. Darrell had never really been into kissing, and Allie’s pecks didn’t count.
    He quickly glanced out the window to check if anyone was watching. Nope; they were alone, just the two of them. His pulse quickened as he returned his gaze to Sergio. “Um, do you like to kiss?”
    “Yeah.” Sergio loved to kiss. He’d missed it since he’d broken up with Zelda.
    He unbuckled his shoulder strap, while Lance fumbled with his own. And then they were leaning into each other. Sergio tilted his head a little, his breath warming Lance’s cheek, and Lance closed his eyes, accidentally bumping Sergio’s nose. Then their mouths gently landed on each other’s, and their lips connected. Sergio’s tongue slipped easily into Lance’s mouth, tapping his tongue, tasting fresh and clean. And Lance tapped him back—his first time ever to French-kiss.
    “You kiss great,” Sergio whispered, when at last they pulled away.
    “Thanks.” Lance opened his eyes, smiling proudly. “You’re a great kisser too.”
    “Thanks,” Sergio echoed.
    Lance drew toward him, wanting more, and once again accidentally bumped Sergio’s nose. “Um, sorry.”
    “I know it’s big,” Sergio said. “When I have enough money, I want to get it done.”
    “No,” Lance replied. “I like it.”
    “Really?” Nobody had ever told Sergio that before.
    “Yeah,” Lance assured him. “I’m the one who needs my ears flattened.”
    “Nah, man! I think they’re cute.”
    “That’s good,” Lance said. Then they were kissing again, going at it more passionately than before. Sergio no longer worried about Lance being a virgin—he definitely didn’t kiss like one.
    His hands moved across Lance’s chest, wanting to touch and feel and go as far as Lance would let him.
    To Lance, it no longer troubled him that Sergio was bi or how many