Ax gave a snort in response, and had to resist the sudden temptation to just drag Dustin off the counter, but bare skin did not slid easily on granite. Instead he stepped back, letting his hands drag down the outsides of Dustin's legs. "An entire apartment of possibilities, and you pick a bed." A bed that wasn't his, but still. The blonde would poke fun abyways.
He would, he figured, just have to give the sheets a washing tomorrow, on the off chance Archer showed up to pick up his stuff. Doubtful, but not completely out of the question.
Turning, Ax drew his short up over his head, letting it hang of his arms as he headed down the hall towards to bedrooms.
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