There was a knock. They pause. Breath held. The door opens, a small voice calling out "cleaning crew". The person pauses, waiting for a response.
They stare at each other, one craning their neck, both horrified.
"Occupied!" One yells. A small embarrassed laugh.
"Oh, sorry!" The person lets the door shut and presumably walks away.
They stare at each other, the initial horror slowly being washed away by relief. Their eyes relax, one starts to smile, the other grins.
"I fucking told you!" The contorted one says softly, laughing. The other laughs and rests his head on the other's shoulder blade.
"Can you imagine? Jesus!" He says, breathless and chuckling. They both stay like this for a moment.
"Keep going, let's finish up and leave, yeah?" He says, forehead resting against the wall. The other straightens up and thrust slowly and shallowly.
