“Comes with the territory.” Cupping one hand behind Mick’s head, Wynn kissed him quite thoroughly while using his other hand to unbutton Mick’s shirt.
Soon enough Mick was as naked and as aroused as Wynn. His only complaint was that they had no lube. Wynn grinned, jumped to his feet and returned moments later, handing Mick a bottle.
“What the hell is barrier cream?” Mick wanted to know after reading the label.
“A fancy name for a hand cream that makes it easier to get the paints off my fingers when I’ve finishedfor the day. Not that I’m sloppy, of course, but—”
“As long as it’s safe. Aw, the hell with safe, right now I just need to know will it work.”
“Only one way to find out.”
Which they did, twice, before morning arrived. Between bouts of what Mick deemed some of the most incredible sex he’d ever had, they had a long talk about what had happened.
It began when Wynn asked “Why were you here?”