Boone doesn't hide the way his eyes take in the view, raking down his frame. He's never looked at another man like this but he can certainly appreciate what he sees. When Uldren leans back in Boone shivers a little at the whisper, before shifting to take off his shades. He leaves them on the floor by the couch, then takes off the beret and sets it on top of them. It means he can take off his shirt without worrying about them.

He is, as ever, far less graceful than Uldren. Yet he moves with purpose, lifting himself off the couch enough to be able to grip the back of his own shirt and tug it off. He dumps it off to the side and lets Uldren get a good look, a little self conscious being under his scrutiny. Uldren does have that piercing gaze of his, after all.

He rests his hands on Uldren's hips while he's preoccupied, however briefly- and he rolls his hips up again to feel the ache between his legs sated for a moment before it comes back with a vengeance. He's fully hard by now, and the outline of his cock is visible in the pants he'd chosen to sleep in.

For a moment, he's almost clouded with enough lust to ask Uldren to take him right there and then. But he controls himself, and with a shuddering breath he runs his hands up Uldren's back gently.

"First time I've done anything like this with a guy." He seems a little nervous about admitting it, but he's not going to hide it either. "Not sure I can go as far as you maybe want right now, but... we don't have to stop, exactly."

One hand stops at his upper back- the other cups his cheek though, and he hopes Uldren doesn't pull away. "It's not all or nothing, right?"