Andy grunted at the emptiness and pawed through the bag, groping around for the little foil pack. “Ass,” he grumbled half-heartedly, “you know what I meant.” Nope, not that. Not that. That—what the hell was an actual ketchup pack doing in there? Ah-ha! He pulled out the condom, holding it between two fingers. “Want me to put it on you?”
Scooter leaned back until he was stretched flat on the bed and tucked his hands behind his neck. “Let you do all the work? Sounds good t’me, sweetheart,” Scooter murmured. In the other room, someone had terrible rhythm as the headboard knocked a few times against the wall, and then there was a god-awful sound of furniture being dragged a few inches