Art grinned at the shove, wavering on his feet but keeping his balance. He shed his jacket and his unbuttoned shirt, and stepped out of his shoes and trousers. Immediately, Art felt exposed — this was another way he was out of practice, he hadn't been naked somewhere this well-lit for sex in ages, and he was consciously trying not to look like he was, suddenly, nervous.

He grinned back at Selwyn. "Good," he said. I keep surprising myself, Art thought, although he was — decidedly less delighted by the ways he kept surprising himself this evening. He ignored this.

Selwyn was more toned than Art would have guessed, although he also hadn't been thinking about getting the other man naked until partway through the party. He stepped towards Selwyn and the nightstand, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the other man's shoulder. "You're surprising, too. But I think you know that."

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