It was such a soft, gentle admission, and Kavinsky almost felt sorry for the guy. A little bit of his sharp edges suddenly dulled, and for a moment, Kavinsky was left at a loss. He wasn't used to the clumsiness of a first encounter any more. Hell, he and his husband had played one out just a few weeks ago and he'd barely been able to stand it, and he at least had the option of backing out into familiar intimacy.

"Well, Christ," he sighed, laughing a little bit and dropping his hand. They were out on a goddamn beach, and Kavinsky had no problems with that, except that sand was unpleasant when it got places.

"Wonder if anyone leaves their doors unlocked," he speculated, moving slightly away and angling toward the bungalows that lined the beach. He caught the guy's hand to pull him along.