"That's why I live such a slothful life," Dean joked, smiling at his mate and then closing his eyes and laying his head back down on the table as whatever the bloke's name was - John, maybe? - worked his way up to the backs of his thighs and he willed himself to stay relaxed and not be turned on by it.
"So, we'll grab some dinner on the run after this to make that show? They'll have catered things there, sandwiches and the like..."
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