Stupid. There was only one answer
to that question.
“So. Will you
fuck me?” Lee whispered.
Patrick paused.
Lee’s pupils
blew wide. “I can fuck you?”
Patrick’s laugh
was more of a gasp. “I… don’t mind. Don’t care. But I don’t have anything. No
protection.” He hadn’t been that intimate with anyone since Rafe, when he’d
tested regularly and had no problems. But Lee? He didn’t want to imply that Lee
had been careless with anyone, but they should both think this through more
carefully, shouldn’t they—?
“In the toilet,”
Lee said, his voice hoarse.
“Sorry?” Patrick
didn’t think he was a prude, but he was startled. It was edgy enough, fucking
in the shop, especially when Patrick had a perfectly serviceable bed upstairs.
But to creep around in his toilet—
“The look on your
face!” Lee laughed breathlessly. “I meant supplies. Condoms. In the Gents.” He
started to sit up.
“No. I’ll get
them.” Patrick hobbled across the room and into the Gents’ toilet. His jeans