"Hey, Rusty?" Calvin slipped his arms around his new friend and nuzzled his neck. "Wanna fuck?"
The other man wriggled free, turning on him in the dark hallway. "What in the hel....heck are you doing?" He squeaked.
Rusty moved in on his again, his brows moving suggestively. "I would have thought I was pretty clear." He traced his finger down the front of Rusty's shirt, ending by hooking it in his waist band. "You looked so fucking hot in the blond wig and that dress. God, Rusty," He thrust his hips against the blushing teen's groin. "Oh damn, you set me on fire. Please, babe. I want to tap that ass."
"What?" Rusty stopped twisting away from Cal's questing hand and pressed back into the cupped palm heating his groin through the suddenly too tight jeans. "Here?"
"Dammit, babe." He peppered kisses over Rusty's face, his hands tickling the other man into a frenzy of wanting. "You driven me so wild I'd strip you naked at the half time football game and give the folks a real show."
Sighing brokenly, Rusty pressed Calvin back off a bit. "I think I'd prefer something a bit more," He smiled saucily. "Private."
"No Tell Motel?" Calvin pressed, grinning. "Midnight?"
Rusty pressed a deep kiss on his lover to be and nodded. "Be there, big boy." he turned and dashed for the stairs.