Neil lounges in bed a moment, watching Guy leave the bed. When their host returns, he smiles and gives him a gentle, lingering kiss, but makes their excuses--it's late, they ought to go, this was good. He gets a knowing smile in return.

"Could I give you my number?" the man asks quietly. "In case you want to do this again sometime?"

Neil grabs a pen off the side table and, instead, writes his own number down on the man's palm. It makes him feel very silly and bold. He joins Guy out in the front room, collects his clothes quickly to pull them on, blushing a little and giggling a bit. He aches, in a pleasant way. He kisses Guy too, sweet and enthusiastic, as he pulls his jeans on.

"Are we ready?"