Though Simon didn’t know it, he picked just the right partner. John likely had experience with men like him before: the sort of men who wanted, but for reasons various and sundry rarely acted on their want.

Simon’s breath hitched as his hands were guided to John’s clothes. There’s only second of hesitance before Simon curled his fingers into the hem of John’s shirt and tugged it gently up and over his head. Those dark eyes widened a fraction as the other man’s skin was revealed to his gaze for the first time. The shirt slipped from his fingers as he pressed his hands to John’s stomach, splaying his fingers and moved upward to his chest.