...Alli dropped facedown on the couch with a loud groan. Michael chuckled, shoving the door closed with his foot.

“I’m hungry,” he declared.

Alli buried his head in one of the throw pillows. “You can’t possibly be hungry again,” he muttered. “You ate an entire pizza by yourself.”

“It was only a medium,” Michael pointed out.

Alli stirred himself enough to wave one hand in the air. “Get your own food. I’m not moving. Ever again.”

Michael grinned. Alli was just too cute. They’d worked hard all day, and it showed. Michael was feeling a bit sore himself. Amazing how much dead plants could weigh. And then there were the clay pots and the small trees and…

Yeah. He could sympathize with Alli’s drama. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with it, though.

Michael plucked a leaf out of Alli’s tangled hair and twirled it. “Someone needs a shower,” he teased.

“Showering requires moving.”

“What if I joined you? Tempted then?”

Alli’s head turned, one eye popped open, and he looked interested. For all of three seconds. Then he shook his head. “We’d slip, fall, and end this marvelous day in the hospital, because that’s all it needs to be absolutely perfect.”

“Stop being such a grouch. Come on, I’ll wash your back,” he wheedled.

“I’ll take a shower tomorrow,” Alli declared. “When the danger has passed.”

“You make absolutely no sense sometimes.”

“We all have talents.”

Michael reached down, wrapped his hands around Alli’s skinny waist, and hauled the man up. Alli yelped, limbs flailing.

“What the hell? Stop that, you jerk! I was sleeping!”

“No, you were complaining. Come on, the least you can do is keep me company while I shower.”

“I’m not sitting on the toilet while you get all wet and soapy and…” Alli trailed off, licking his lips. And oh, happy day. His pupils were dilating, breath just the slightest bit choppy.

Score.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?” Michael whispered in Alli’s ear.

“We’ll die.”

“From a shower?”

“It’s Friday.”

“And that still means nothing to me.”

“I don’t…Oh, fuck.” Alli lunged, smashing their lips together with enough force that Michael actually heard their teeth collide. He didn’t complain, though. He was far too busy kissing Alli back.

“That’s my goal,” Michael murmured into Alli’s open mouth.

“Huh?”

“Fuck.”

“Oh. Sounds good. No. Wait.”

“No more waiting.”

Michael was indeed done waiting. If it were up to Alli, they’d dance around for another couple of weeks before Michael would even get a blow job. So he was taking matters into his own hands. Literally.

With that thought foremost in his mind, Michael dropped his right hand and palmed the front of Alli’s jeans. Alli moaned, head dropping back, when Michael squeezed.

“Do that again,” Alli demanded.

“That and more,” Michael promised.

God, but Alli was hot. His lithe body was squirming against Michael, legs spreading to give his cock more room. The scent of arousal filled the air, Alli’s prick a delicious, hot bulge under Michael’s touch. Alli lifted one leg, wrapping it around the back of Michael’s knee to give Michael a better angle. Michael took advantage, rubbing and pressing until Alli was moaning almost continuously.

Then he moved his hand.

Alli whimpered. Honest to God whimpered at the loss of the touch.

“No, so close,” he begged.