Re: Roof, near a skylight
Jules laughed, and the laugh was entirely devoid of gender. Despite the masculine attire for the evening, there was no hair on his chest, no hair on his belly, nothing real masculine about him, even in the plaid pants and jacket. "I think I was wearing a dress the night we met," he said, and the word met wrapped all in on itself like some kind of dirty endearment. He remembered a whole lot of sweat on soft sheets, and a whole lot of moaning. Zee was one of the first men Jules took to his bed, and it hadn't put him off the whole sex thing, which was real telling.
"Honey, it's always worth trying to salvage things," he said. "I tried, and I'll take another pass one he settles some. He's like a skittish horse right now, all wrapped up in hurting. Needs some cooling off before anyone can ride him," he said, and he managed to not make it sound dirty somehow.