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Stanley Snyder had plans. The plans were simple enough: go home, see Xeno for the first time in months, get laid, sleep plenty, rinse and repeat. Not ambitious, maybe, but he had finally got back from his latest deployment and he was really looking forward to a brief respite from the usual rigor. Sometimes simple really was best – elegant even, Stanley corrected himself with amusement, Xeno’s imaginary voice sounding in his head as he stepped out into the sun.
Overall, neither he nor Xeno were particularly unhappy with the way their relationship worked; Stanley was fully absorbed in his duty and Xeno was nothing if not passionate about his work, so time tended to pass in the blink of an eye for both of them. Still, Stanley would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the physical closeness or even just being able to see Xeno’s handsome features take on the silliest expressions known to man when he got excited about something related to science.
Xeno had informed him that he wouldn’t be able to pick him up – there was some trouble at work, of course, and his presence wasn’t optional in this case, so he couldn’t take the day off. Stanley knew that this kind of stuff came with Xeno’s responsibilities and he wasn’t particularly upset. Honestly, it gave him time to drop off his stuff, get nice and clean and look forward to the evening. As he dried off after his shower, a towel over his shoulders, cigarette in one hand and smartphone in the other, he recalled something that he’d wanted to try before. Taking a drag of his cigarette, he opened the web browser to run a few searches. It could be done, he concluded with satisfaction a couple minutes later, and got up to get dressed.
[I’ll pick you up], he quickly wrote to Xeno after closing the front door.
The response took some time to arrive; it came when Stanley was already driving and had just stopped at an intersection. [But I came by car too?], it read.
[Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there.]
After a quick shopping trip and a light meal, he arrived at the Johnson Space Center and checked his phone again once the car was parked. Xeno had insisted he’d be able to leave at the regular time no matter what – he was surprisingly serious about work-life balance – and as there was no message saying that anything to the contrary, Stanley got out and leaned against the vehicle as he lit up another cigarette. What a nice afternoon it was. He couldn’t wait to see Xeno again . . . He sent a quick text to let Xeno know where he’d parked.
Roughly ten minutes later, there he was: dressed in his usual, proper attire. Xeno looked a little out of breath, as if he’d rushed to get there on time, but his hair still looked mostly immaculate, with maybe one or two strands out of place. Genuinely impressive. “Stan!” he panted out. “You’re here.” Xeno wrapped his arms around Stanley, pulling him into a hug. “And, as expected, you already reek of toxic gas. How lovely.”
“Happy to see you too, princess.”
Xeno rolled his eyes at the nickname – but honestly, it had been Xeno who first called himself that, so he had no right to complain here – but his lips quirked up in a smile, and his gaze softened quickly as he stared at Stanley. “It’s been too long.”
“Yeah . . . Everything sorted out?”
Xeno winced at his words and heaved a sigh, his shoulders slumping a little. “We can figure out the rest tomorrow . . .”
Stanley leaned closer and kissed Xeno’s forehead, then tried to bring their mouths together but Xeno turned away slightly, giving him an incredulous look from the corner of his eye.
“Stan, please. You know how I hate kissing right after you’ve smoked.”
True, but hadn’t they just met for the first time in a while? How cruel. Stanley took the pack of chewing gum that Xeno had taken out of his pocket and popped a piece in his mouth. Ah well . . . he’d come around, Stanley knew.
On the way home, Xeno talked about his job and Stanley just listened to his voice. He didn’t understand half of the details but hearing Xeno’s voice in person was a nice change. He had always liked the sound of it; in the right circumstances it was calming, and in others quite the opposite: sensual, arousing . . . It wasn’t enough to distract Stanley to a serious extent, but he noticed his mind begin to wander, so he removed his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of Xeno’s leg. He had made it look as casual as possible, but of course, this was a strategic move on his part.
Xeno’s words died in the middle of the sentence as Stanley stroked along the inside of his thigh, sometimes lingering closer to his crotch, but never quite brushing there. “Stan,” Xeno said, as if in warning, but Stanley knew that there was no real danger involved. He was the driver, Xeno was just a passenger and there was no way he’d do anything risky while they were on their way. Still, Stanley paused his movements with an easy smile so as not to agitate Xeno any further.
He did keep his hand on Xeno’s leg, though. As casually as possible.
When they got to the bedroom, they didn’t waste time: Stanley pulled Xeno towards the bed immediately. Without giving it much thought, both of them kicked their shoes off carelessly as they got onto the mattress. One of Stanley’s hands traced the contour of Xeno’s jaw before it ventured into his hair, and then it moved to the back of his head and gave a light push. Xeno, for his part, was looking at him with that expression Stanley loved: eyes slightly glazed over, lips parted minutely one moment and then closed the next one as soon as Xeno realized he’d opened them. Xeno’s composure was fraying at its edges, yet he was desperately trying to keep up the facade to preserve his dignity. A futile attempt, honestly – who did he think Stanley was? They’d known each other for years, after all.
What an idiot, Stanley thought with endearment, but he didn’t get much time to dwell on it as Xeno closed the distance between them again. His mouth meshed against Stanley’s languidly, and a puff of hot breath ghosted over Stanley’s skin, tickling his nose. When Xeno lightly sucked on Stanley’s bottom lip, that was all he needed to let him in. A pleasant shiver ran down Stanley’s spine when he felt the slide of Xeno’s tongue inside his mouth, and he immediately responded to the wet caresses with his own. His fingers tugged at Xeno’s hair; it was enough to elicit a small moan from Xeno – or was the noise from the kiss alone? – but thankfully not enough to suggest that he wanted them to pull apart in any way. The mattress dipped down further beneath them as Stanley pulled his body closer to the headboard and dragged Xeno along with him. Finally, Xeno pulled a few inches back, and Stanley’s lips quirked up at the purple stains at his mouth. Xeno looked so good with Stanley’s lipstick all over his face and body; he would love to leave more marks on him for sure, but for now he really wanted Xeno to undress him.
“Stan—”
Before Xeno got the chance to say anything else, Stanley grabbed his hands and guided them to the top button of his shirt with a smile. “Give me a hand here, won’t you?”
Xeno didn’t have to be told twice and his fingers, deft little things, started opening Stanley’s dress shirt with practiced ease – but then they paused abruptly. Ah, there it was! Stanley fought a smile and cocked an eyebrow at Xeno’s sudden hesitation. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide open and his fingers quivering slightly against the next button.
“Stan, did you . . . ?” Xeno trailed off and something inscrutable glinted in his eyes.
The surprise he’d prepared could go either way, Stanley knew – it could ruin their evening or make it more interesting. But something told him that he wasn’t wrong about his choice this time. “Hmm? What’s up? Cat got your tongue?” He grinned cheekily. He could practically see the turbulent stampede of thoughts inside Xeno’s head, like his brilliant mind was running countless simulations at the same time. “Or what, you’re not up for it today?”
“No,” came the swift reply. “I am up for it . . . indeed, very much up for it . . .” Xeno’s fingers undid one more button and then another as he stared at Stanley’s chest with avid interest. Finally, the shirt was fully open, and for a moment Xeno just hovered over Stanley as his eyes ran over his body inch by inch. It was almost like Stanley was some specimen for Xeno to calmly analyze, and if it were anyone else, it might be offensive, but with Xeno it felt like the highest level of praise. So he had managed to capture his interest, huh.
After giving him a moment, Stanley let out a satisfied chuckle. “So, your evaluation, Doc?”
Xeno’s eyes returned to Stanley’s face for a few seconds, but then they darted back to his chest. “Unexpected . . .” His fingers hovered above Stanley’s pecs, as if he was hesitant to touch. “But very elegant. Oh, how elegant, Stan . . .” he said with a sigh that was full of admiration. His fingers finally brushed against the delicate material adorning Stanley’s chest. “I need to ask, though: is this – women’s—? And what about . . .” His gaze flitted to the front of Stanley’s pants.
Stanley grinned. “What d’you think?”
“I think . . . the data is insufficient, so further inspection is necessary to draw accurate conclusions.”
“Heh, go ahead then.”
The pads of Xeno’s fingers ran across the triangles of purple fabric with great deliberation. “Fine silk,” he said as if it was a true examination, as if he didn’t brush Stanley’s nipples in the process. “Lace trims . . . The shape and size . . . hmm, could be women’s, considering the hypertrophy of your pectoral muscles, I suppose . . . Still hard to tell . . .”
“Hard, huh?” Stanley huffed with amusement and shifted on the bed, deliberately brushing his knee against Xeno’s crotch. “So you’re saying I have nice tits?”
“Not the words I would personally use but your understanding is essentially correct, yes.” Xeno’s hands pulled away from Stanley’s chest but his eyes lingered there a little longer. “You picked a most elegant color too, very flattering indeed . . .” Something in that gaze oozed hunger and want, and Stanley’s felt his nipples get hard from the attention, but Xeno didn’t pay them any more heed. Instead, he shifted away, and both his hands and eyes traveled down Stanley’s torso, sliding down the planes of muscle until they reached the hem of his jeans. He stilled for a moment, and Stanley almost expected Xeno to ask for permission or some other anti-climactic bullshit but just when he was about to make some comment about it, Xeno narrowed his eyes and unbuckled Stanley’s belt in a flash.
“Wow, someone’s eager,” Stanley joked airily, arching his back slightly and angling his hips towards Xeno. “Better make sure you’re thorough with that inspection of yours, though. Your reputation is at stake, Doctor Wingfield.”
“Oh, I will approach this with utmost care, my dear Stanley,” Xeno said with a purr as pulled the zipper down and undid the button. “I take my research very seriously.”
Stanley felt a smile stretch across his lips. He was enjoying this a lot, there was something akin to danger in Xeno’s voice, but Stanley didn’t feel particularly threatened – well, threatened with a good time, maybe. So not much of a threat, essentially, it was exactly the kind of thrill he had hoped for.
As Xeno’s hands tugged the pants down Stanley’s hips and more of the purple fabric underneath came into view, he paused for a beat, and Stanley saw his fists clench minutely. Xeno soon went back to removing Stanley’s jeans and discarded them on the floor along with his socks. His hands rested by Stanley’s hips but made no move to touch him any further as Xeno’s eyes ran along his body, taking in the sight of Stanley in lingerie in its entirety.
“Oh, Stan . . .” Xeno’s voice was tight with emotion; the tension in the air grew by the second. “So truly elegant. Only you could possibly – pull this off . . .”
Stanley preened himself at the honest praise and he puffed out his chest. Why not show off a little, after all, especially when it got him all these nice reactions? “Heh, so you like it this much . . .” he couldn’t help teasing. It was rare that Xeno seemed so overwhelmed he couldn’t think of fancy words to throw together; he must have really made his brain short-circuit for a moment or something. Good. “Are you gonna keep looking for the rest of the night?” He raised his hips to bring Xeno’s attention to that area, to how the thong was already strained there to its limit. “Or maybe . . . continue with the hands-on inspection?”
Xeno’s eyes did obediently dart to Stanley’s crotch, and his hands scrunched up the bedsheets with a sharp inhale. “I want to touch you, but . . .” Xeno finally said, biting his lip absentmindedly. “You look so lovely that part of me doesn’t want to ruin it . . .”
Stanley raised an eyebrow, and he echoed Xeno’s words with slight amusement: “Ruin, huh?” He took Xeno’s hand and guided it between his legs, pressing the open palm right against his hard cock. Oh, how he wanted more of this . . . “I don’t care about some clothes, darling, so long as you ruin me.”
Xeno’s fingers curled around him through the material, and his eyes traveled back up to meet Stanley’s. There was a deep quality to his gaze, somehow darker than the usual black, heavy with barely held back desire. “Stan, you can’t just go and say that—”
“Oh, really?” Stanley grinned and lifted his torso off the bed to get close to Xeno’s ear. “Well, I’ll take the risk,” he whispered hotly. “Come and mess me up, you big boy.”
It was like a switch had been flipped inside Xeno, and he pushed Stanley back into the mattress in a matter of seconds. His hands moved on either side of Stanley’s head for support, and Stanley immediately missed the touch between his legs, but Xeno didn’t leave him completely unsatisfied, replacing the hand with a firm press of his thigh that made Stanley let out a pleased sigh. Meanwhile, Xeno peppered his jawline with kisses before moving to Stanley’s neck, where he soon found that one spot where Stanley knew Xeno loved to leave hickeys. He could feel the hot tongue lap at the patch of skin hungrily before sharp teeth sank into his flesh, and Xeno sucked on the spot while one of his hands slid down to Stanley’s chest. At first, he just glided the palm flat along the planes of muscle, as if to memorize the topography of Stanley’s chest, but then he finally settled on his left nipple, and his fingertips tweaked it lightly through the delicate fabric. The feeling made Stanley squirm a little underneath Xeno, thrust his hips against his thigh for some more friction, and he pushed out his chest further into Xeno’s touch.
“Mmm . . . more,” Stanley urged, and taking advantage of the fact that Xeno had briefly pulled back from where he’d been latched onto Stanley’s neck, he used his hands to guide Xeno lower down his body with a gentle push.
Xeno seemed more than happy to oblige, and once his face was level with Stanley’s pecs, he put his lips around his right nipple, still covered with the delicate silk, and placed an open-mouthed kiss there. It was hot but not enough; even when Xeno’s tongue darted out to lick the spot through the fabric, it felt like he was merely teasing him as his fingers played with the other side of Stanley’s chest at the same time.
But Stanley craved direct contact, he needed it, and he wasn’t above begging – not when he knew it would get him exactly what he wanted. “Xeno . . . please . . .”
They both knew that Stanley had the upper hand physically, but Stanley had learned fast that it really drove Xeno crazy when he acted like he was at Xeno’s mercy. And Stanley took full advantage of this whenever it was beneficial to him; the way he saw it, it was a small investment with high returns. How easy.
As expected, Xeno did not disappoint, and he pushed the purple bra higher, out of the way, finally suckling on that nipple like it was some delicious treat as his fingers dug deeper into Stanley’s skin. Out of the two of them, it was definitely Stanley who had an oral fixation – even now, he kind of really wanted to suck Xeno’s dick, damn it, it was so nicely hard against Stanley’s thigh – but he wasn’t nearly as into Xeno’s nipples as Xeno was into his. Of course he was, well, more developed in the chest area than Xeno was, but still—
“Oh fuck,” Stanley cursed at a stronger, almost magical suck that sent a rush of excitement through his entire body. He’d never been particularly sensitive there but Xeno must have conditioned him over time, somehow; he hadn’t felt much when they first started having sex, but with every time he found himself more responsive and kind of looking forward to having those fingers and mouth all over his chest. “Xeno – ah – if you keep this up, I feel like something might come out,” Stanley joked light-heartedly, and he half expected Xeno to give him one of those looks and say flatly that no, Stanley, men cannot lactate in normal circumstances and I would be quite concerned – but either he was so into it that he didn’t catch what Stanley said or he chose to indulge him. Both options sounded good to Stanley, especially since Xeno shifted his lower body slightly to the side, and one of his hands slipped into the silk thong at that very moment. Stanley let out a shaky breath at the grip that enclosed him.
Xeno raised his head to peer into Stanley’s eyes as he stroked him languidly. He looked like he was barely holding on, his hair now nicely disheveled and partially falling into his face from all the chest smothering. An appearance reserved for Stanley only. “Sorry, Stan,” he said, though he didn’t sound particularly apologetic and there wasn’t even anything to apologize for; not when he smiled softly like that, making pure affection well up in Stanley’s breast. God, he loved that man. “Hold on for me just a little longer. Can you do it?”
Stanley gave a breathless laugh and grinned. “Sure, I can.”
“Excellent, very elegant.” Xeno let go of him for a short moment and leaned down to press a kiss to Stanley’s temple before moving across the bed to reach the nightstand.
Stanley heard Xeno rummage for the lube and condoms, and he took this short moment to finally remove the dress shirt that had become uncomfortably drenched from all the sweat and crumpled under his back. He considered taking off the bra as well, but decided to leave it on along with the thong. He had picked the set out specially for Xeno, after all, so maybe, just maybe he’d want to appreciate it a little longer and take it off himself.
When he settled back comfortably, Xeno had already placed the bottle and small packet on top of the mattress and had reached up to loosen his necktie, but Stanley grabbed his hand before he could do so. “Nah, keep it on.” At Xeno’s raised eyebrow, he snickered and added: “It’s kinda hot being naked when you’re dressed all proper. Unless . . .” he trailed off.
Xeno’s lips stretched in one of those smiles that looked mildly unsettling but unbelievably arousing. Maybe Stanley was a freak for thinking that, but he didn’t exactly care. “Well, that saves us some time, doesn’t it,” Xeno said smoothly. His hands dropped from his own neck to Stanley’s underwear instead, and he rolled the panties down Stanley’s thighs. He tossed the piece of fabric somewhere onto the floor, keeping his eyes locked onto Stanley’s the entire time.
Xeno’s gaze felt heavy, almost oppressive, and Stanley loved it. He loved being looked at like this. Like Xeno wanted to devour him. Maybe he did want to do that . . . Stanley wouldn’t have minded, especially not when those eyes dropped to Stanley’s crotch and narrowed with interest.
“I’ll do my best to prepare you, Stan, even though, I admit” – Xeno uncapped the lube and squeezed some into his hands to warm it up – “I’m quite eager to just get to the main course already.”
The words sent a delicious shiver down Stanley’s spine, even as he beamed at the metaphor that was so similar to his own thoughts from just moments before. They really had this kind of connection, huh. Soulmate kind of shit. He knew Xeno would scoff at the notion, but it always made Stanley’s heart swell for some reason. “Don’t stress about it too much,” he said in a low murmur, and he raised one leg just enough to brush the front of Xeno’s slacks; a very raised front, might he mention. Oh how satisfying it was to see and feel Xeno so hard, and all of that for him. “I just wanna feel this baby inside me already.” He gave a small wink.
Xeno let out a breathless laugh as he placed his left hand on the inside of Stanley’s thigh, urging him to open his legs wider, which Stanley gladly did with a languid smile. Meanwhile, Xeno’s right hand settled comfortably in front of Stanley’s hole, and the pads of his fingers pressed against it teasingly. “Mm, what is this thing you like to say, Stan? You can feel your asshole puckering?” A self-satisfied smile spread across Xeno’s lips. “Well, I won’t keep it waiting, you greedy bastard.”
“Hell yeah, give it to me, Xeno.” Stanley flashed his teeth at him, and then he felt two fingers sink into him slowly, Xeno’s other hand pressing firmly into his thigh, keeping him open. He was glad Xeno hadn’t insisted on starting with just one finger; Stanley could definitely take two of them just fine and he wasn’t in the mood for much longer foreplay, he just wanted to feel Xeno inside him already. The fingers stretched him nicely without feeling too uncomfortable as they slid further in, all the way up to Xeno’s knuckles.
Xeno let out a short, impressed hum. “You’re really taking this surprisingly well, even though it’s been a while.”
“Well, yeah, I’ve been kinda looking forward to this and maybe, maybe prepared on my own.”
“On your own, huh.” A flash of interest glinted in Xeno’s eyes. “Well, while I wish I could’ve helped, I admit I don’t find the thought displeasing.” Xeno’s voice was even deeper now, and he leaned closer to Stanley’s ear before asking in a murmur: “Just how often do you fuck yourself with your fingers while thinking about me, Stanley?”
“Xeno—” Precisely at that moment, Xeno’s fingers pushed into the right spot and Stanley couldn’t help the moan that slipped out as his eyes slid shut from the overload of feeling. God, the combination of those fingers and Xeno talking dirty should be illegal . . . it really did things to Stanley. His breath came in heavier pants now and he felt the pressing need to occupy his mouth with something, so he pulled Xeno’s head down, desperately searching for his lips. Xeno’s fingers slipped out a little from the sudden movement, but Stanley didn’t mind, for now he just wanted to kiss Xeno like there was no tomorrow – and so he did.
When they parted again, Xeno stared deep into Stanley’s eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. “Stan, I—”
“I know,” Stanley said and blindly reached for the condom with one hand, handing it to Xeno while he hastily undid his fly. “C’mon, baby, give it to me good.”
Xeno tore the packet open and Stanley took the moment to admire his hard cock for the first time that night as he rolled the condom down its length. He wouldn’t last long, Stanley figured, he never really did last very long, but Stanley didn’t mind – it was kind of flattering when he made Xeno blow his load fast, and he also found it cute. Well, Xeno was cute overall in Stanley’s opinion, but that also made it all the more exciting when he took charge. Speaking of which . . .
“I’m putting it in,” Xeno said, hovering over Stanley again; he hadn’t even noticed Xeno add more lube while he was lost in thought, but now he was already maneuvering one of Stanley’s legs, pushing inside Stanley and, oh— “Are you okay, Stan?”
“Oh God, yes, finally—” Stanley gasped as he felt Xeno sink into him all the way. He loved being fucked by Xeno; the pleasant stretch, the heat, the pressure in all kinds of right places, the moans that slipped from Xeno’s lips that told him how much he enjoyed being inside Stanley— He just couldn’t get enough.
“Stan.” Xeno’s voice sounded tight, and his grip on Stanley’s hips was firm, almost bruising, as if he wanted to push into him even further. “Oh, you look so good, so elegant taking me. Hmm . . .”
“I get it—” Stanley moaned, “I get it, Xeno, just— move already, it’s fine—” He knew Xeno loved to talk, and honestly hearing his voice in that particular tone lit a fire deep inside Stanley’s gut, but he also needed him to focus on the task at hand, or else—
Stanley felt Xeno pull out a little and then thrust inside him again, and he let a shaky breath out through his parted lips. The rhythm wasn’t smooth at first, not yet what he wanted, but then finally, finally Xeno rocked his hips just the way Stanley liked it, hitting him where he wanted it, and it made him moan and try to meet his hips. He needed more. “Hang on, let me just” – Stanley moved his legs when Xeno paused for a moment at his words, and he wrapped them around Xeno’s waist instead, all so he could help him shove into Stanley with greater force.
It felt like Xeno had grown even harder inside him when his thrusts resumed, and Stanley’s hands encircled Xeno’s back, pulling him close for another kiss. Xeno’s left hand caressed Stanley’s jawline and then brushed a loose strand of hair out of his sweaty face in between the kisses. “Stan, I— love you so much, do you know that?”
Normally, confessions during sex were something flimsy, not worth paying attention to, but Xeno wasn’t just anyone, he wasn’t some one-night stand, and Stanley found himself laughing despite the exhaustion. “Yeah, I know, you big old sap. I love you too.”
Xeno gave him the softest smile with the sharpest snap of his hips, and then he whispered into Stanley’s ear: “Are you about to come?”
Stanley shuddered and let one of his hands fall from Xeno’s back, travel between their bodies and wrap around himself in a firm grip. “Yeah.”
“Good.” Xeno chuckled, and his breath tickled Stanley’s face as he stroked himself. “Because me too.”
It didn’t take long for both of them to reach completion, with Xeno going first and barely – just barely, Stanley was certain – holding himself up on his forearms so he wouldn’t collapse on top of him. It wasn’t something that would bother Stanley normally, Xeno’s weight wasn’t something he couldn’t handle, but well, since he wasn’t exactly done yet . . . He didn’t realize when Xeno’s hand joined his, fondling his balls, pressing a finger against his taint, and soon enough he found himself coming over Xeno’s stomach and chest too. Finally, Xeno’s arm gave out and he fell onto Stanley heavily. Well, his clothes were definitely ruined anyway, so maybe he didn’t mind staying in the mess for the time being . . . Xeno nuzzled his face into the crook of Stanley’s neck, the same spot where he’d left a hickey before, and his fingers ran idly along Stanley’s bicep now. He hadn’t pulled out of him yet, and they just lay like that for a good moment. A nice, quiet moment, before Xeno apparently reached his limit and removed himself carefully, wincing as he touched the shirt that was now sticky with their bodily fluids. He gave a resigned sigh, placed a chaste kiss on Stanley’s cheek and then stood up from the bed. What a shame.
“I’m going to freshen up, these clothes feel beyond disgusting,” Xeno said while throwing the tied-off condom in the trash. “What about you?”
Stanley could join Xeno in the shower, but he kind of just wanted to stay where he was for a moment and relish the pleasant haze that still enveloped him. “Later,” he replied and put a hand over his eyes.
The sound of the shower made Stanley feel like dozing off, and he nearly did at one point, but as he was about to roll over, he remembered that he still had that bra on, and that Xeno falling on top of him had also transferred his own mess onto his skin. Which, yeah, he should probably wipe off with some tissues, at least.
After cleaning up, he got the urge to smoke, so he went to get the pack of cigarettes and lighter from his discarded jeans. He sat on the bed, still naked, and had just placed his beloved ciggy between his lips when Xeno re-emerged from the shower, all traces of Stanley’s lipstick unfortunately gone.
“No smoking in our bedroom.”
Stanley gave him a look and his shoulders slumped theatrically as he sighed. “Oh come on, I didn’t get to blow you, so I say I deserve a cig or two.”
Xeno regarded him with that razor sharp look, though it looked less effective than usual when his hair was fresh out of the shower, amping up his casual cuteness. He seemed to consider Stanley’s words, and just as Stanley was about to light his smoke, Xeno muttered something under his breath.
“Huh, what did you say?”
“I said” – Xeno fiddled with the belt of his bathrobe and then cleared his throat – “that this can still be fixed . . .”
“. . .” Stanley’s eyes dropped lower and he couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that formed on his lips.
It could turn out to be a long night. But well, Stanley didn’t mind that at all.