"What?" Carmy says as he rolls onto his back. Draws a knee up, tosses the other leg out, plenty of space. Tucks an arm behind his head, rests the other low on his stomach near his fat cock, pink and spent but still plumped up and twitching a little with interest.

He is not prepped. Last time Richie finger-fucked him with a bit of spit and that was enough; he got the lube because he wants to go a few times without having to try and activate his salivary glands or cough up some gross smokers' phlegm. He got the good lube because he knows the value in investing in your tools, and maybe because it lends an air of experience that he badly wishes he had. "What the fuck are you talking about," he says, genuinely oblivious. "I bought lube, I took my clothes off, I jizzed in your hand, should I be fucking — what other mise en place is there. Just fuck me already."