Tap, tap, tap. Tim glances over his shoulder to confirm that nobody's watching, although he feels pretty damn stupid for doing that in his own house. He adjusts the web-cam, makes sure the mic is on...

"Gonna be an old man by the time you get that set up, Hutton."

He almost jumps out of his skin when Chris's video pops up, and he glares at the camera although the fact that he can see his boy softens his annoyance. "Your brilliant idea to go back to Oklahoma for six weeks, Kane; not mine. I was fine with staying in LA."

"Mmmm..." Chris leans back in his chair and rests a hand on his chest. "What would we be doing?"

"You know..."

"Tell me." Chris looks straight at the screen as if he can see Tim, and Tim fights back a groan as he slides a hand down to his zipper.

"Pants down, boy. I'm gonna make this good for you."