Oh, thank goodness, the other man was disentangling himself. Alistair moved so that Bellamy could keep going. There was no way that he was winning this race. Not when he was too embarrassed to even stand up at the moment. He didn't want his new friend (was that what they were? friends?) to think that he was some sort of deviant. "Pretty sure you're going to win," he mused. "We should have named some sort of prize."