At the AmiWest computer show, Ssolie and Trevor spent the morning pretending to care more about vintage hardware than each other. By afternoon, they’d found a quiet corner behind a stack of boxed keyboards, where Trevor murmured, “Still checking out my specs?” and Ssolie pulled him close for a kiss that made them both forget every model number they’d memorized. They slipped away from the demo tables trading wicked whispers and grins, leaving the old computers humming while they found a more private place to continue their very unprofessional discussion.
They found a quiet room off the venue hallway, where Trevor shut the door and Ssolie finally stopped pretending he had anything to say about processors. They kissed again, slowly this time, laughing when Trevor’s badge got caught between them. “You’re a distraction,” Ssolie whispered.
“Good,” Trevor said, drawing him close. “That was the whole plan.”
For a while, the show’s chatter faded beneath their teasing, soft kisses, and promises to meet again after the last demo. When they finally stepped back into the hall, both were grinning and when Trevor farted, cum sprayed the entire room.
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