#rob;clark

The drinks on the counter were emptied now, a few shot glasses that made no effect on neither of them, other than the taste of it. With a devious smile, Rob held Clark's hand and pulled from him, "come," he added, walking quickly to the bar's bathroom and walked him into a stall, using the other's weight to close and lock the door with his weight, without pressing too hard, aware that they, either of, could throw it down. "Up up, Tinkerbell," he whispered, crossing his own legs as he lifted up and began to strip down rushingly. clumsily. all a biproduct of his position, and his attempt at not being seen. And once he was down to a pair of nothingness with his clothes over the toilet, he began to help Clark.