"I've seen how you look at me you know.." he growled, his voice low and rumbling in Sal's ear. The hairs on his neck stood up at the sound of the other man's voice; seeming even more intimate in the darkness of the warm room.
A finger trailed ever so softly down Sal's neck, down his back before stopping just short of the band of his boxers. For the first time words seemed to fail Sal as he stood as still possible, not daring to move in case it broke whatever invisible tie was keeping him connected to the presence behind him. The heat that was coming through both their clothes was enough to make a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. As if reading his mind, the older man leant round and pressed his warm mouth against the trickle of moisture; wrapping his strong arms around Sal as he did so.
"I... Brian.. please", was all Sal could stutter out, his mind struggling to formulate any words due to the overwhelming sensations he was feeling all over his body.
Brian smirked in the darkness before obliging, gripping the long-ish hair of his best friend and tugging it enough to get a moan of appreciation in response.
GOOD MORNING AMERICA!
Sal jerked up in bed, woken from his dream by the loud voice coming from his radio alarm.
"Shit....", he groaned, rolling over and thumping his pillow. It had been a figment of his imagination, nothing more. He knew it had all been too good to be true. His skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat by the events of his overactive imagination the night before.
Sal sat up on the side of the bed, stretching his arms above his head and sighing. He already knew that it was going to be one long day after that particular dream. Luckily for Sal though, he had the rare luxury of a day off from filming or recording podcasts so he took his time showering and getting ready today. He looked in the mirror and watched as water dripped from his hair and beard. He knew he should get it cut soon but frankly.. he just couldn't be bothered at the moment.
He was just pulling his jeans up when he heard his phone buzz on his bed.
Drinks tonight? I'm in the mood to do something stupid, man - Q
Sal gulped when he read the name on the text as his mind flashed back to his dream the previous night.
He hastily typed back 'yeh sure, come round to mine' before throwing his phone back on the bed and turning to the mirror. He dragged his fingers through his hair and realised he wasn't going to be able to concentrate at all now until Q got here.
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BUZZZZZZZZ
The doorbell buzzed loudly, snapping Sal out of his thoughts and making him jump slightly.
He got up and pulled the door open. Brian Quinn was stood on his doorstep, looking perfect as usual. His beard groomed to perfection, his hair slightly grown out just the way he liked and in his hand a bottle of whiskey; all ready for the nights activities.
"Sally!", Q greeted him, grinning and pulling him into a hug.
Sal could feel the blood rush to his cheeks at this familiar feeling of contact but pushed all his thoughts to the back of his head as he embraced the other man and laughed.
"So, we gonna get hammered tonight or what?!", he replied.
"Oh we are definitely going to do some damage tonight, don't you worry", Q replied, laughing as he brushed past Sal to go into the living area and sit down on the sofa.
