Taking his pants off is easier said than done, and Danny ends up bent almost double, with his legs in the air, feet brushing the car’s roof while Francis tugs off first Danny’s shoes and then his jeans, tossing them into the footwell with his shirt. Francis leans down and fishes something out of his jacket pocket, then he moves so he’s between Danny’s legs. Danny feels a little weird, knees bent, feet and bare ass on the seat with a man between his legs. He feels exposed, but it doesn’t turn him off. Every sensation feels good, but multiplied. He can hear Francis’s breath and his own blood in his ears over the music on the radio.
“This will feel cold. Try and stay still. Let me work, and I’ll promise this won’t hurt. It’ll just feel good. You tell me if it don’t feel right, though, okay?
