Kavinsky waited by the side of the car, and when Jack came around to him, and kissed him, the tension and anxiety lifted. That was the first hurdle, Kavinsky supposed. He could relax for a moment. He kissed Jack back, opening his mouth, sharing the taste of himself on his tongue.

"I don't look half bad getting fucked, either," Kavinsky promised. Then, speculatively. "Did you bring lube?"