"Good. Because these hurt like a bitch." That wasn't exactly true. His back and thighs stung, but a few aspirins, some scotch, and sleep would do wonders. "And there's the mess in my hair line too."

All right, now he was getting ridiculous, like he'd found an expensive call girl willing to do anything for him. He shouldn't treat Steve like that. He knew he really shouldn't be doing this at all. He had an annoyingly addictive personality and the way the other man's tongue felt against him--

"Where's easier? I don't want blood on my sheets. Let me get a towel." Yep. High class happy ending massage therapist. Great. He wasn't sure how to explain this one away as he crawled onto his stomach.