Please, you wish you could give me a hard on. [Michael rolls his eyes fondly and leans into Max’s side, reaching over him to grab the shot glass out of his hand, throwing it back with ease.]

You owed me that for making me watch your depiction of getting a blowjob.

[He tosses the empty glass back to Max and hands him the bottle of tequila but not before taking a pull. Might as well cut out the middle man, especially if Max is going to be putting the image of blowjobs in the shower in his head. It made his throat run dry despite the tequila he just drank.]

Oh, shower sex, obviously. [He sits back, relaxing into the couch, thigh pressed firmly against Max’s and arm resting in his side.]

There’s almost nothing better after a long day. Getting on my knees in a hot shower, the weight of their cock in my mouth, in the back of my throat choking me along with the hot water and steam. Or fucking someone against the cold tiles. Fuck.

[He lifts his arm to drape it against the back of the couch, biting his bottom lip at the thought. Shit, just talking about it has him feeling warm.]

That was one of the perks to moving out of the airstream. That shower was so tight.