Kavinsky let himself be consumed, possessed by that kiss. He wound his arms around Jack's neck and held onto him, like this wasn't just what it said on the tin: friends going out and then heading to a hotel to fuck. His weight sank back against the car, and he smiled wickedly.

"Oh, I get a choice? I mean, I figure hotel carpet all feels about the same, when you're having me on my knees all night."