Two men do overtime, then each other.
“It’s gorgeous!” said Samuel. “Great work!”
He put his arm around Adam’s shoulders, and squeezed them. When he removed his arm, his hand accidentally slid down Adam’s back. Adam stopped smiling, and Samuel quickly took one step back, bent over the drawings on the table, and started commenting their qualities frenetically. Adam stepped up close to him, rested one elbow against Samuel’s shoulder, and watched him, amused. His hair stroke a lock of Samuel’s hair away from Samuel’s neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Samuel’s hot skin. Samuel interrupted himself mid-sentence. He turned his head and looked at Adam, who leaned in, and kissed him gently. Samuel felt the hair on his arms stand up, and his legs suddenly felt as if there wasn’t any bones in them. They stood up straight, looking at each other. Adam kissed him again, this time with tongue, and without Samuel noticing just when and how they got there, they were soon sitting on the couch, with their arms around each other. Their hands slid over each others’ bodies, slow, eager, curious. They never stopped kissing. Not until Adam unbuttoned Samuel’s shirt and stuck his hand in under it, touching Samuel’s hairy chest, did Samuel pull back.