Chapter 7
When Quin backed up toward the couch, Jerry let himself be led. Quin stretched out on the cushions and lay back, his creamy skin pale in the darkened room. He took off his eyeglasses and set them on the end table by his head. To Jerry’s pleasant surprise, Quin’s eyes weren’trefracted by the lenses—they were large and round and deep, almost black in the dim lighting. Jerry thought if he stumbled and fell, he’d drown in those endless depths forever.
Jerry started to climb onto him, but Quin pointed at the table. “Condoms and lube in the drawer. I like you, but not enough to bareback.”
“Sure.” Jerry found a box of condoms and, plucking out one of the sealed little foil packets, dropped the rest of the box onto the table. He tossed the condom to Quin as he hunted for the lube. “Do you want to do the honors? Who’s on top?”