SHIT!
Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.
As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.
Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.
TechieHux 