As the hour hand creeps towards midnight, Larry and Harry's shared glances become increasingly loaded. The usually quiet Larry surprises Harry by pushing him against the wall, their breaths hitching as they grind against each other. Harry's hands find their way under Larry's shirt, tracing the lines of his abs, while Larry's fingers tease the waistband of Harry's jeans. Their bodies move in rhythm, their groans growing louder, more insistent, as they give in to their desires in the dead of night.