Dillon took the stairs from the garage to his and Jamie's apartment two at a time. He flung the door wide and found Jamie bent at the waist, rummaging through the fridge and wearing nothing but a thin pair of boxers.
Dillon dropped his papers on the small kitchen table they'd inherited from the apartment's last occupants and came up behind Jamie, finding the position too good to pass up.
Jamie started a bit when he felt Dillon's crotch pressed against the most intimate part of himself, but he quickly warmed to the feeling.
"Mmm. If that's gonna be what happens every time I bend over around you, I'll be sure to do it more often."
Dillon laughed and pulled Jamie up, closing the refrigerator door with his foot and turning Jamie so that the two of them were facing.
"You do that." Dillo
