“Excuse me,” Ty said, before making his way to the kitchen. He poked his head inside and saw Cole bent over on the left hand side, searching for, then finding, a pan in the bottom drawer of the cabinet. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips when he saw Spider-Man peeking out from the top of Cole’s jeans.

“I told you to get out. You’re not fucking this up,” Cole said, his back still turned to Ty.

Ty smiled, leaned up against the doorframe and waited.

Cole looked over his shoulder, a huge smile immediately spreading across his face. “Hey, you,” he said, straightening.

Ty walked over to him and wrapped an arm around Cole’s waist. He reached out and brushed his thumb against Cole’s cheek, his hand finally steadying once he grazed Cole’s warm skin.

“That’s a big smile,” Cole said.

“I saw Spider-Man,” Ty said, chuckling.

Cole raised an eyebrow and wrapped his arms around Ty’s waist. “If I had known he turned you on that much, I would have worn a blue and red onesie to the shop under my work clothes.”

Ty bit back a smile. He tugged on Cole’s T-shirt. “You look good out of your shop clothes.”

Cole pulled Ty closer. “I look good out of these clothes too,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Ty reached up and ran his finger along the edge of Cole’s beanie. “Do you ever take this off?”

“When you sleep with me, you can take it off.”

Ty looked into the mismatched eyes that held a wealth of mischief. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

Cole pulled Ty into a kiss, gripping his hair, unmistakably guiding him exactly where he wanted Ty to be. Ty’s heart pounded relentlessly against his chest, his body betraying his last spoken words and demanding more contact. His fingers twisted the edge of Cole’s jeans, drawing him in, craving the closeness of Cole’s thick, hard body.

Cole withdrew, the desire unmistakably still burning in his eyes. “Yes, you will,” he said. “You won’t be able to resist this much awesomeness for long.”

Ty bit his lip, trying to hide a smile. He liked it when Cole got feisty.

Cole ran the tip of his finger down Ty’s neck, then tugged at the collar of Ty’s polo shirt. “Aww, you didn’t dress up for me,” he said with an exaggerated pout. “Will I ever see you in a suit?”

“Why do you want to see me in a suit?”

“Seriously? You’d look hot in a suit. I’d probably want to rip it off.”

“So what’s the point of wearing the suit?” Ty asked, tugging Cole closer.

“Foreplay.”

Ty burst into laughter and touched his forehead to Cole’s. “You’re impossible.”

“You should do that more often.”

“What’s that? Foreplay?”

“Laugh.” Cole smiled. “And wear suits. But I would totally be on board with foreplay, too,” he finished, waggling his eyebrows.