Denny lathered himself up. As he did, his mind briefly entertained the thought that he was washing Carter off: his sweat, his c*m, his scent. The mild stimulation he felt at the memory of his night with his lover brought a mixed reaction. He had nearly blown it by not taking a uniform with him the previous night. He had been so hot to get to his paramour he hadn’t thought ahead, hadn’t thought of what to do when he got home covered in Carter.
Thank God the frickin’ dog got skunked.
Jesse would have expected s*x. He would have been sure to sense something. And the blankets, they had helped, too. Denny had misgivings thinking of Nick and Jesse spending the night together, but it had made for an excuse to divert attention from him. He did feel guilty, though, when Jesse reminded him of thei
