“It’s Thompson,” Dom whispers. “Fuck. Listen, follow my lead, don’t freak out, and don’t talk.”
Brian has no chance to respond before Dom’s pushing him up against the wall and kissing him hard. If Dom’s tongue weren’t already pushing into Brian’s mouth, Brian would probably swallow his own tongue in shock. Dom buries one hand in the hair at Brian’s nape and squeezes his side with the other. He pulls back long enough to murmur, “C’mon, Spilner,” against Brian’s mouth.
Gotta love the ‘make out as a cover’ trope…