Standing outside Al’s apartment door, Danny held the scotch in one hand, while the other drummed nervously on his thigh. He was about to ring the bell a second time when the door opened.
“Hi,” he said, trying to muster a confident tone. “Happy New Year.” He thrust the bottle into Al’s hand.
Al stood for a moment, blinking stupidly with his mouth open.
“Well, can I come in?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, sorry, I’m just surprised to see you.” Al turned and led Danny down the hall. Danny watched Al’s ass rise and fall against the fabric of his sweats, while his upper body was outlined in the tank he wore.
First things first, thought Danny, repressing his arousal.
Al led Danny through the living room and into the kitchen before Danny had any chance to survey the place.
“Have a seat,” Al nodded
