Kavinsky blurted out a gust of laughter, that simple question irrationally hilarious to him. He skimmed his fingers on Jack's shoulders, down his arms. "Yeah, 'm physically capable of it, motherfucker. Yuck it up."

He made himself look at Jack then, glad he had been laughing because it made the smile look and feel genuine. He dragged Jack in for a kiss. "You won't. You'd have to be goin' pretty crazy to. It'll feel good. You'll feel good."