"Told you I should've worn a clip-on," Vic muttered.

"Not classy enough." Mac tugged the ends of the bow tie, frowning critically at his handiwork.

Pinned between Mac's hips and the sink, Vic felt strangely warm. He shifted slightly, hoping Mac wouldn't notice his erection. "Who could tell?"

"There's some serious old money out there. They'd know." Mac pursed his lips and made another minute adjustment.

"I feel like a fucking penguin," Vic complained.

"And you look like one, too." Mac smiled, leaned in, and Vic's heart stopped for a second but Mac just kissed him on the nose. "Done."