Are You Challenging Me?

Conner had never really thought of another guy in a romantic way until Stephen came along.
One day, he, Abby, and Stephen were watching a late night movie on the telly about a gay couple when Abby suddenly whispered, “I wonder who would be on top if Stephen and Conner were gay.”
“What?” the boys asked together.
“Oh, did I say that out loud?” she asked horror-stricken.
After a moment, Stephen said, “Well, me of course.”
“What makes you think I would be the bird?” Conner asked him, offended.
“How many reasons do you want?” Stephen laughed.
“Three would do.”
“Fine three it is.  For starters, you’re weaker.  I could easily dominate you.  Two, your hair is longer, making you more like a girl.  Finally, you’re too innocent to be on top.”
Abby broke out in laughter.  “He does have a point.”
“He does not.  I bet that if we were ever in a relationship, I could be on top.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Abby warned in a sing-song voice, just as Stephen walked over to the geek and asked, “Are you challenging me?”
“Oh great,” Abby giggled.  “Don’t ever challenge Stephen, Conner.  He has a pride that he will protect no matter what.”
“Hey, Stephen, what are you doing?” Conner stuttered as Stephen stepped even closer to him, causing him to back up against the couch, and fall onto it.
“You made a bet, and I plan to prove you wrong,” Stephen smirked before leaning over the younger man and pressing his lips to his.  Conner let out a soft squeak and couldn’t help but respond to the kiss.  Conner placed his hands on Stephen’s waist and pulled him down closer to him.  Stephen responded by sitting down next to him on the couch and puling him onto his lap, never breaking their lips’ contact.
Abby laughed in her chair, shocked that the two were actually getting into the kiss.  “Oh God, they are going to regret this in the morning.”
Conner pulled away for breath first, and Stephen smirked.  “See told ya, you gave first too.  You really are a bird.” He slipped out from under him and going back over to his chair.
“Up Abby.  I want my seat back.”
“I’m not a dog, besides won’t Conner get lonely without you?” she grinned.
He sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get up and went back over to the couch and sat down next Conner.
“Looks like Abby wears the pants in that relationship,” he laughed.
Stephen glared at him.  “Sod off Conner.”
“I’ll win next time,” he whispered.
“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” he said turning his attention back to the telly.