Horatio was wearing that shirt again. Tim watched him from the other side of the lab. That purple shirt. It made his eyes look a deep shade of blue and brought out the red of his hair, making it look like his head was on fire. He was staring now.
Tim approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around Horatio's waist, leaning his chin on the other man's shoulder. "Do you have any idea what that shirt does to me?" he asked. Horatio smirked and Tim realized that he did. Tim kissed along Horatio's neck. "Let's find somewhere private."