George rolled his eyes back. "I'm out of practice with nicknames," he said, grinning his most charming grin at Jazz. "I'll come up with something good. You just wait." It was almost like a challenge now, even if Jazz hadn't come right out and dared him. And George never backed down from, or lost, a challenge. It was one of his most endearing qualities, or so he liked to think.
George shivered slightly as Jazz inhaled, and he'd never known something so primal could be so hot. "Good to know," he said, sliding his hand across Jazz's lower back. "Somehow I always thought Fred and I would smell the same. We're identical in every way you know. Except for the ears." He was anything but self conscious over his missing ear, and had never even thought of growing his hair long to hide the hole. It was a badge of honor.
"I have never lost a game of strip poker you know," he said, because that was true. There were never any losers in strip poker. "Getting naked and fucking. That sounds like a very interesting idea."