Content warning: reference to prostitution, probably abuse of power as well.

Simon found himself in Christopher's apartment – the bedroom to be exact – pulling his shirt over his head. It was evening, and everything had taken... a little longer than planned. But if he hurried, he could still get home before it was too late and he would have to make up excuses. He put on his trousers and sat down on the bed side to start with the shoes. He did not look at Mr. Hurley. Nor did he speak.