It was a little after nine in the morning and Kiro had just had a shower. Stify was sitting on his bed, watching his friend towel off and get dressed. While this little show was taking place, Strify was also trying to control his feelings and resist the urge to pin Kiro's naked form to the floor and cover him with kisses.
"Could you hurry up?" Strify asked, gruffly. He wanted to watch but it was starting to become unbearable. If he saw any more bare skin other than Kiro's face, hands, and feet, Strify was going to throw a fit. Sexual frustration? That didn't even being to explain how Strify felt just then.
"So we have a little less than eleven hours to be together," Kiro started. "How are we going to spend it?"
Strify breathed a sigh of relief now that Kiro was fully clothed and shrugged.
"I don't know," Strify said.
This was a lie. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to do the exact opposite of what him and Kiro had done the day before. Instead of sitting around talking an