Brad grabs a drink for Tom from the fridge and hands it to him, "So... you said that I was your last delivery for the day, right? So..." He blushes, "there's no reason you couldn't... stay... right?"
Tom gives him an odd, appraising look, "Maybe... why?"
Brad mumbles awkwardly, "Well, it's just... the uniform... and your... butt... um... Sorry."
Tom's grin widens, "Well why didn't you say so? You're pretty hot yourself there, if I do say so myself." He moves his hand across the couch to Brad's knee, and leans in, "So... how long do you think we'll be... occupied?"
Brad gulps feeling awkward, but wanting to be nearer this man, leans in as well, "Well, that depends on how long we last, now doesn't it?"
Their lips meet, Tom's facial hair lightly brushing Brad's face and sending tingles down his spine.
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