"Come on," Brian says quietly, "Come on, we only, fuck, ten minutes," even though he hates having to rush Bob (Bob sort of likes it, the need to go fast, to let Brian pull and push until he's gotten off and then, Bob knows, Brian'll spend a couple of hours figuring out exactly what he's going to do to Bob when he gets home). But the meeting has to start at four or no one will ever get to go home today.

Brian hits his head on the door when Bob finally, finally moves his mouth to where Brian's been wanting it ever since Bob pushed him up against the door.