"Do what?" Harper tucked his nanowelder into his belt and picked up a can of Sparky.
"The wriggling. The suggestive way you suck down beer and Sparky. Wearing those shirts that ride up when you stretch. I'm sure it's not a coincidence that all your shirts seem to expose your belly button when you're doing your monkey-boy routine."
Harper grinned over the rim of his can. "You noticed, huh?"
"Hard not to."
"Is it working?"
"I'm not sure." Dylan replied, "Was it your intention to drive me into a lust-fueled mania, during which I rip your clothes off, lube myself up and fuck you until you can't walk?"
The sound of Harper swallowing his Sparky seemed very loud in the silence that followed. Harper was actually blushing as Dylan grinned down at him. "Uh, if I say yes, what's going to happen?"
"Say it and find out."
"... Ye... meep!"