He held it steady by the stem, balancing himself on his free hand, fingertips gingerly brushing against the side of Viktor's hand where it rested on the blanket behind him.

Without thinking, his own lips parted slightly as Viktor bit down into the fruit, like he was anticipating the taste of it himself. Or maybe he was imagining his own lips on his (it was the latter). The intense attraction he felt toward the man would have been alarming, if it was not so obvious how similar they were in so many regards. Like attracted like and all that. It was difficult not to be attracted to someone in that case.