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West/Tom
West Sumpter had not apparated into Fiona's kitchen shirtless to seduce her, no matter what her husband was currently accusing him of. He tossed one of the jerseys from his left hand at Tom and glared.

"Look, mate. I know that it's difficult for you to think that there are blokes who don't want to jump your wife's bones, but let's look at this logically. I'm standing here and holding two bloody jerseys -- do you know what that means? It means that I'm absolute rubbish at 'fashion' choices, and the whole damned team wants me to help them choose. Thus I am recruiting your wife." He crossed his arms over his (well-muscled) chest and arched his brow at Tom.

"Besides, if I were here to seduce anyone in this household it would have to be you. The other residents lack the necessary fucking parts." Literally the parts for fucking, you know.

Tom looked very red-faced and angry at that moment and West couldn't help but smirk.

"Look, mate. How do you even know if you don't like blokes? I bet you've never snogged one in your life."

The silence that he got from Tom was much more interesting than anything else he'd said so far, and West pushed off the counter he'd been leaning on until he was nearly nose-to-nose with Tom. He fisted a hand in the other man's hair and wasn't at all surprised when he had a matching one gripping his own -- he crushed his lips against Tom's and opted to just go with it for now.

He'd break the bad news to Fiona later.