Kavinsky blew out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, but then had to open them, immediately, because he didn't want his imagination getting away from him. The last thing he needed was to make this weird. For once, he was grateful that he was a mostly slow start to things, that he had a practiced distance from his sex drive.

"I mean," he said, and looked over at Jack, "if you guys were both into it, then there's nothing wrong with that. Everybody's into their own stuff. But, yeah, it can be...it can be a lot, the first time."