Barry wasn't going to come out and admit that he'd never gone this far with another man before. Frankly he didn't want another reason for Len to give him grief over it, but he also knew exactly what he wanted and he'd had more than enough nights on his own to explore and determine what he wanted and what he liked.

Warm fingers wrapped around his aching cock and Barry's head falls back to the pillow with a moan. Lube. Right. He has to get that. His hand fumbles for the drawer on the bedside table and he at least manages to drop it beside Len before seeking him out for another kiss.