"Definitely not," he said, stopping to turn and face his friend as he came forward. There wasn't going to be any polite foreplay here, no social niceties, no 'how's your drink doing', not with the energy between their chests as Matt looked up at Cassidy, one heavy eyebrow arching over a smug smile.

"Man's gotta have his pride," he replied, sending one long, head tilting glance down Cassidy's half dressed form. "Though they don't always have to stay nice."

There was an impulse to say 'ain't' instead of don't. The twang was almost addicting.

"You gonna do something about that?" As he asked, one hand crept around Cassidy's waist and pulled his hips forward.