#tipsys.

" life's simple ; you make choices and you don't look back . "

" thanks for the memories , even though they weren't so great . "

" i'm not prude . . . i'm just highly selective . "

" i could have another you in a minute . "

" jesus christ , arin . " it's said again when he can feel the other's gaze directly on his crotch , on his erection that he caused . it does nothing to help , his attention , and bentley feels the heat spreading through him all over again . he tries to hold arin's gaze when it locks with his , if only to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere else along his body and teh visible effect he's having on him . " who pregrames - you know what , i don't even think i want to know . no , that's not what i was . . . doing . " he huffs . there's a t-shirt , or what he assumes it to be , hanging over the counter top of the bathroom sink between them . blond snatches it , holding it in his hands as if he's ready to pull it over his torso . it's , in all actuality , a shield , an armour , over his still hard cock and hopefully at least some of the blush he can not rid . " why are you still in here ? " a pause , eyes darting behind the other . " . . . did you lock the door ? "

grip on the other's hair lessens , so nails are gently scratching at scalp and fingers are only brushing through tresses . " we can take a minute . " he offers cooly . a dangerous game , shouldn't be letting himself linger in soft and quiet moments with him , not a client . not raul , not with while he does what he does for work . and their time is a business agreement . and yet , with the warmth of his body blanketed his own , he doesn't want to move or disturb the serenity that's settled amongst them . they will resume to their carnal state shortly .