Clint sighed. "No," he muttered, frustrated to shit. He had no intention of wanking tonight. He'd already done it twice today. Third time and he might need to go see Andromeda for some help. He trudged through the snow, Em's arm warm against his as they made their way back towards the huts.
He didn't need to think about Em wanking. Not a bit. It seemed like that image was going to be permanently burned into his brain and, somehow, he was going to have to scrub it free if he didn't want to bother his hutmates. Fuck. Maybe he should just go take a cold shower before bed. Or lay cock first in the snow.
"Sounds like your evening is perfectly planned out," he said, slightly amused. "You enjoy that."