"Get'em off."
Tim made a sound in his throat, fumbling at his buckle.
"Don't growl at me. I'm not the one jabbing at electrical appliances with knives."
Swearing under his breath, Tim skinned down his jeans, hopping as they caught on his sneakers. Fuck's sake, so much for sexy.
Fired by embarrassment, Tim rounded on Rob.
"Don't you dare laugh at me!"
Rob snagged his arm and tumbled him awkwardly onto his lap, his hand finding its home between warm white cotton and warmer flesh, thumb tracing the seam of his briefs along the lightly furred cleft.
"I'm not laughing."
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