laynehummel:
layne shrugged, eyes trailing haphazardly over brody’s body. he’d seen the male’s physique before, oogled over it with a couple of work colleagues but never had he taken the time to appreciate it up close, albeit only for a few seconds. “you never know who’s listening,” he replied, looking around a little, feigning the movement of looking out for someone. with a smile on his lips, he raised an eyebrow, “can we cut the crap? is this talk about students just a cover up? or am i going to be stick with a half-hard dick for the rest of lunch?”
While Brody wasn’t as arrogant as his husband, he was still someone that knew he looked good - and he damn sure appreciated it when someone else ogled him. Licking his lips, he lifted his own shoulders in a shrug to Layne’s words. “It’s actually about the students, but don’t worry... you play nice and I’ll show you just how good a dancer’s hips are.” Though the semester wouldn’t start for another couple of weeks, Brody liked to get a head on finding students with an interest in dance - and having someone else keep an eye out, given that his studio wasn’t technically part of McKinley, was always welcome. “Or I could take care of that for you and then we talk, whichever you’d prefer.”