Rodney rushed into Cam’s room, pushing Cam against the wall. The door snicked shut behind him.

Cam was surprised at the not-unwelcome, swift move. Until Rodney dropped to his knees and began unfastening Cam’s belt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Cam grasped frantically at Rodney’s arms. True Love was only a few feet away.

Slapping at Cam’s hands, Rodney accomplished his goal of freeing Cam’s dick. “What’s with you? I’m just finishing what we started.” Abruptly, Rodney sat back on his heels.

Cam quickly tucked his limp cock away and fastened his pants. “Not a good idea right now.”

“No shit! Why does your dick smell like lemon?”