John's heart races as he hears Sam's key turn in the lock. Quickly, he tries to compose himself, but his stiff cock gives him away. Sam raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "What have you been up to, John?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. John swallows hard, his mind racing. "Just... just thinking about you," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam's smirk widens, and he steps closer, his eyes locked on John's crotch. "Is that so?" he says, his voice laced with desire. John nods, his heart pounding in his chest as Sam reaches out, his hand hovering over John's stiff cock.