Ben used his foot to gently poke Roger in the stomach, careful not to hurt him. "Shut it you. You love me, and you'd be heartbroken without me." He stuck his tongue out.
"My gaydar is pretty well tuned," he said, and Marcus Flint had always pinged it. But he also got the feeling Marcus wasn't at all comfortable with the idea, or hadn't realized it yet. He didn't know the man, so he couldn't do anything but speculate. "I'm pretty sure no one would be able to ignore you going down on them."
He shifted so he was sitting pressed against Roger, and rested his head on his shoulder. "Just be careful okay? If he's not ready to come out, you could both end up being hurt."