Consider this:
An infiltration mission in an office building after hours, but just as Jason and Tim are in the midst of snooping through the promising files in the board room, there's noise in the corridor. They can't be caught now; if they're spotted, it will ruin the entire sting, which isn't due to go down until next week. Instead, they slip into the supply cabinet in the corner of the room, which is barely large enough for both of them. As soon as the door is closed after them, they're encased in darkness, pressed up against each other front to front, Jason's knee slotted in between Tim's thighs. There's nowhere to go, not an inch of space that can be gained. What follows is a grueling after-hours covert board meeting, Jason and Tim struggling to stay silent so they can eavesdrop without being noticed by the other people in the room. Every time Jason shifts or Tim carefully adjusts his stance, the tent at the front of Tim's suit grows a little more pronounced, his erection pressed more firmly against the muscle of Jason's thigh. He's never been more mortified in his life. He can only hope that Jason hasn't noticed, though of course he has to have, given how little space there is between them. After about fifteen minutes, the tiny shifts suspiciously regular, Tim starts to suspect that Jason is doing it on purpose.
