Xavier stood off to the side, his colleague Xander stood not to far almost bouncing in his shoes. That’s how Xander is you see. A very energetic man who should be kept away from cake, candy, and all things sugary at all costs. He doesn’t even want to think about coffee. He shudders at the prospect.

“I think we’ve got it!” Xander almost shouts.

Now this perks his interest. They’ve been working on new plant species for a dying genus for well over seven years now. This will be number ninety-nine if all works out properly.

“We did it!” The other man shouts seconds before he tosses himself into Xavier’s arms. Luckily for Xander he is a very good catcher. “We did it!” The other shouts again damn hear cutting off his air supply with a too tight hold around his neck.

Enthusiastic lips on his stops any protesting from him due to lack of air. He very much enjoys partaking in bedroom activities outside of the bedroom.

“Uh…”

Both turn to the sound of one of their assistances.

“Dudes at least lock the door.”

He smiles. Their wonderful assistant may have been raised in a strict Pentecostal environment with strong Baptist grandparents but she is one of the most open minded people he knows. “Well then leave and lock it for is.”

Rolling her eyes she leaves. The distinct sound of a key locking the doors from the outside prompts him to reclaim his boyfriend’s mouth.