"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree," he said through grunts as he struggled against Will. He was losing his advantage. As they lay on their sides, both fighting for dominance, Troy did as Omen had anticipated and hooked his legs around Will's, then slipped his arm around the man's neck and used his elbow as leverage as he attempted to mount him again. His semi-free hand yanked so hard on the waistband of Will's jeans that the button came undone and the zipper slid halfway down. "God." His hand fumbled to get a feel of Will through his shorts, but it would surely be his downfall. His own jeans felt like they were going to explode denim bits all over their bedroom. He needed to win, however, and the hand that had been grasping for Will's dick abandoned hope and slid instead up under the other guy's shirt, taking a fistful as he moved it upward, intending to wrap Omen up in his own garment. He pulled Will's head toward him using the lock his arm had around his neck. His own hips thrusted unsafely as the scuffle went on. Fuck.