"I appreciate that, Ray," Brice said, taking a gulp of his own drink - really, just for the courage. He liked the way the man's name tasted in his mouth. It suited him, too, which good. Brice's generation had too many weird names for the sake of being unique.

"You look nice, by the way. Professional." Brice grinned, his free hand sliding over the fabric of Ray's trousers. "Don't make fun of me, but I always liked a man in a suit." Brice finished his drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the coffee table.

"I've always wanted to suck a man off who was wearing a suit." His hand crept closer to Ray's groin. "Just unzip the fly and pull it out." Brice found the tongue of Ray's fly and smoothed the print of his thumb over it.

"Can I suck your cock, Ray?"