[KrocodileKrew]

Cal looked down for a moment at Sean's belly, then back to his own and then to their intertwined hands stroking his roundness. 'We're having each other's babies...' he thought. 'But how... why?' It was a moment before the answer struck him: the ritual. That box had arranged it, somehow. The hormones swimming in his brain began to swamp his train of thought, and it was then that he did something he had never expected to do...

Cal squeezed Sean's hands with his fingers, bringing them to a halt on the upper slopes of the sides of his tummy, then turned back towards his friend, leaned up... and pressed their lips together.