Alfie should have been slow, he should have savored this, but instead his fingers rushed over each other, fumbling Julien's fly open and then tugging his belt open too. Then he stopped, and instead of pushing them down his hands went to the buttons of Julien's shirt. There was something about having this room, about Julien's heavy breathing and his breath catching... Alfie wanted him naked, completely, and wanted to be able to look his fill.