Tom's eyes wander, taking in his friend's confident stance, the way his jeans hug his thighs. He imagines running his hands over that firm ass, feeling the heat between those legs. His friend catches him staring, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like what you see, Tom?" he asks, his voice low. Tom swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't resist the temptation. He nods, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes."