"Viv - oh Jesus, Viv - "
Sav grumbled and flung the pillow from over his head across the room, getting up and stalking across the room to answer the knock at the door.
"Hello sunshine," Phil grinned at him. "Enjoying those two as much as I am, I see."
"Find me something sharp, I think the walls are thin enough I could stab 'em without going in there."
"VIVIAN HOLY FUCK!"
Sav thunked his head against the doorframe, Phil laughed. "Can I come in?"
"Might as well." Sav stepped aside and Phil strode in, flopping down on the bed and pressing his ear against the wall. "What are you - "
"Shh." Phil furrowed his brow in concentration. "They're fucking."
"No shit."
"Well, I meant as opposed to one of 'em blowing the other. Or wanking - no, definitely fucking."
Sav stretched out on the bed next to him. "Thrilling."
"And - you'll like this - Joe's bottoming."
"No way."
"Mm. I can tell from the grunts - Joe sounds like it's being knocked out of 'im."
Sav grinned. "You're a slut, Phil."
"Yeah, well."
"Oh God oh God oh VIVIANPATRICKFUCKINGCAMBPELLFUCK!"
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