Dec 7, 2015
“It’s about time.” Len smirked standing up, holding out his hands for Mark to break them off as well. “I didn’t think you were going make it on time.”
Mark eyed Len, rolling his eyes as he froze the cuffs, watching as they clanked to the ground.
“Well, if I had been late then you would have been pissed at me and we wouldn’t have had the time to–”
The space between them had closed, Len’s lips crushed against Mark’s. The feeling of familiarity rushed over him as he pulled Len close to him.
“Time to make out?” Len finished once he pulled back.
“Yeah, that.”