It wasn't that weird. Gus didn't give himself the opportunity to give a second thought about his fantasy. She'd asked, he'd told her, and then... his hand was between her legs, and it was warm. Gah.
No, he didn't even have the opportunity to reply to her question. The moment her tongue flicked across his lips, all bets were off. All his acting cool, holding off and anticipating, it was all shot to hell once she was all over him. It was incredible, and her fingers through his hair... it was a serious weakness of his.
Gus had no further interest in his beer. It sat untouched on the bar after just two sips.