Jacob turns back to the other man, just in time to watch the shirt get pulled further open, and then drinking in the sight of Tim's hand disappearing into his jeans. It's a good look, a very good look and Jacob can't help himself- he closes the distance between them, puts his own hand on the front of Tim's fly, covering Tim's with only that fabric between them, and squeezes.

"Sex Chicken?" He repeats, laughing. "I don't think I'd ever challenge you to have sex with a chicken. You might do it." He squeezes again, and then leans in, kissing Tim hard and hungry, and pushing him back towards the bar.