As it turned out, I didn't have to make the next move, because Phillip made it for me. He leaned in and kissed me, then kissed more and more passionately. We were in love.
Then we got momentarily distracted by a knock at the door. I broke off the kiss and looked at him. "Expecting someone?"
"Actually, yeah. I couple of my buddies are coming over. Mike and Rob." Then he turned towards the door and yelled "It's open!" Then he turned back towards me. "Now, where were we?" he asked, smiling, before continuing to kiss me.
Then we were interrupted again.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Mike said.
We stopped kissing again and looked in Mike's direction. Both he and Rob (who were total studs, by the way) were standing there in complete shock, with their mouths hanging open.
"I didn't know you were a fag," Rob said. "That's just sick, man."
I could see that this could be a problem for me and my love, so I decided to change reality again. The last thing I wanted was for our lives to be ruined by a couple of gay-bashers.
"You two should know that there's nothing sick about gay love. I mean, come on, you two are gay boyfriends. Right?"
Suddenly, their looks of shock disappeared and were replaced by smiles. Then they held hands. "Yeah, that's right," Mike said, turning and looking lovingly into his "new" boyfriend's eyes.