Well, now I firmly believe that “forge group-6 access” is Kevin’s code for “let’s fuck”
**
Later, Alan is working at home. Kevin pads up behind him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, and slips his fingers through the gaps in his buttoned shirt to toy with his chest. Alan, trying to focus, huffs and half-heartedly tries to shake him off.
“If you let me in there,” Kevin murmurs in his ear, “I can forge us group-6 access.”
Lora’s head pops into view around the corner of the door. “Did someone say dance?”
Knowing that he’s outnumbered, Alan sighs, sets down his pen and abacus, and reaches back to bury his hands in Kevin’s unruly hair, tilting his head to the side to allow him access to his neck.