Buffet
"Jel?" Osbert's voice trembled ever so slightly as he felt a pair of cold, white hands, trace along his arms and shoulder, playing with the cloth he wore without so much as a care in the world.
"Yes, honey?" Jel asked, smiling at the man as he sat on top of him. "Is something the matter, you seem slightly at unease."
"Of course something is the matter." He said, sighing to himself, pushing Jel off him. "In case you forgot, 'honey', we are in a dressing room with people outside the door."
He pointed to the thin, flimsy wooden door behind them, letting out an exasperated sigh at his lover. "I understand that you are bold, my dear, but you are never 'this' bold before."
"Perhaps it is because I cannot see." Jel shrugged as Osbert got to his feet, wearing his clothes once again, sighing slightly.