"We've got time," Kavinsky assured. He'd need to check in with Newt at some point, but not yet. He wasn't expected home anytime soon. He nudged his knees gently at Jack's sides and just thought about this: the splash of colorful ink on Jack's skin, the weight and warmth of his body, the softness of their raspy breathing.

"I'm whatever you need me to be, tonight, baby."