Jim's head tilted back, exposing his neck to Bill's mouth. The wet-heat of lips and tongue was pouring heat through him until it was hard to breathe, like the full weight of the Sha'Kwai noon-day sun. It only got far better worse when Bill pressed up against the length of him, and the step backward landed Jim's back against the hallway wall.

He pulled Bill's ass forward and gave a subtle grind of their hips together. "Bill, you... we gotta..." Had to do something but what did it matter when he was getting hard and Bill felt so damn good against him?