That sudden admission put a smile on his lips. Actually, after a moment it even made him laugh. It was a soft yet deep sound, mostly air, and it rolled out like distant thunder before a storm. He hoped Alex didn’t take offense to it, but the timing had been strange and Andreas hadn’t expected it at all.<br/><br/>“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to Alex’s bare shoulder. “Then it’s just one more thing I get to be your first for.” Then Andreas started tugging down on those jeans. His thumbs hooked in and pried down from the rear first, and he was surprised. He’d expected underneath to feel super soft cotton or, in jeans that damned tight, nothing at all. Instead, he found a texture that was familiar, yet unexpected.<i>Lace?</i>Once he’d pulled everything down as far as he could standing, he had little choice but to slip down onto his knees. There he got a better view of that lace, pretty blue that would’ve drawn the eye right to where they were. He kind of regretted not being able to see Alex in them. He even almost commented on it, then decided against it entirely. Maybe ol’ Dick made his son wear those and it was all the underwear he had. Making Alex feel self-conscious about it wasn’t going to help matters any, so he decided to keep quiet until he had it figured out.