Tommy was planning in getting a shower and go over Sean's since he'd been invited to watch the game with them. Tommy didn't really care about college hoops, but he'd be with people who talked for a while and that was all that it mattered. He was about to ask who was going to shower first, when Oliver suddenly was close and kissing him.
He was a man, one who hadn't got laid in months and kissing meant a good time, so he did the only thing a normal, red blooded man would do. He kissed back. At least until his brain caught up with the fact that he was kissing Oliver. He was kissing his best friend who wasn't interested.
Suddenly, Tommy pulled back, angry. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You want to get off, take a shower."