The kitchen's fluorescent lights cast long shadows as Ajay and Jamie, their uniforms still damp from washing their hands, lean against the counter. Ajay, his eyes gleaming with mischief, reaches out, tracing the hem of Jamie's scrub top. "You're so fucking cute when you're nervous," he murmurs, pushing Jamie's top up to reveal his smooth chest. Jamie gasps, his nipples hardening as Ajay's fingers brush against them. Ajay leans in, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and licking as Jamie's breath hitches. The kitchen air grows thick with their panting and the scent of their pre-cum, their cocks straining against their scrubs, eager for more than just a quick handjob in the kitchen.