Two men, strangers until moments ago, exchange a heated glance in a crowded bar. They retire to a quiet corner, the tension palpable. One reaches out, his hand resting on the other's thigh. He leans in, his breath hot on the other's ear, "You like to play, don't you?" His hand moves higher, cupping the growing bulge in the other's jeans. The other man's eyes flutter closed, his hips pushing forward, seeking more contact. They're both breathing heavily now, their bodies pressed together, hands exploring, until they're interrupted, leaving them both aching for more.