Jack giggled far too much as Ray got on the clothes, not even noticing the scar really. They were one big group of marked men, which would have made Jack smile if he thought of it.
"Look at you, sweet transvestite!" Jack teased, moving to fiddle with the garter a little, the sense of a persons personal space fading in Jack's mind once that person had been jacked off on his table, "He's going to love it." Jack had changed into a different pair of jeans, not wanting to steal Ray's lime light, and grinned when he walked in behind him to see Greg's reaction.
"Thought you'd like it," Jack moved to sit on Jule's lap with ease, kissing the man's cheek, "Miss me?"