How could it not be?

"Dammit." Pete gasped, breath hitched.

"What?" asked James.

"I'm going to have to cancel my wedding."

With that, Pete closed the gap with James. The two mashed their lips together, fighting for dominance. Pete began unbuttoning his shirt, trying to multitask that and reciprocate James' **** mouth. James was impatient though, ripping the expensive shirt off of Pete. The tattered cloth fell to the floor as the two fell onto the couch, continuing to make out. After a long while, the two pulled apart, gasping for air.

"So," James began, licking his lips, "now that your days freed up, what do you want to do with me?"