Girth Brooks stands shirtless, his bald head gleaming under the light as he flexes his muscular frame, tattoos snaking up his arms while Rod Daily watches from the couch, tie still knotted around his neck. Brooks leans forward, hands on hips, the fabric of his dress shirt clinging to his chest before it slips away entirely, leaving only skin and the promise of what comes next. Daily’s posture shifts from relaxed to restless as Brooks moves closer, the office’s sterile background forgotten in the slow unraveling of clothes. The first touch isn’t spoken, just the press of one man’s body against another’s, the tie loosening first.
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