"Wow, it's been a while since I've been in the closet," James teases as he nips at his boyfriend's ear. When the other guys had told them to 'get a room' while in the recording booth, the best they could find was the janitor's closet, but that hardly stopped them. Carlos was already working his shirt over his head, ordering James to do the same, but interrupting his progress with lips against his throat, his neck, along his clavicle, fingers grabbing desperately at his hip bones.













