"A lot you can do in an hour," Max says, and he's undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt to shrug out of it as Brian sets the monitor on the nightstand. It's not but a second after that before he's back to Brian's pants, his fingers sliding under the waistband to tug them down.

Not that he was planning on doing much else with his afternoon, and if there's only about an hour to make up for the shitty morning he's had, he can't see the point in wasting time.