“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Do you have any lube, babe?”
Caleb shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Is everything packed?”
“Pretty much, except for some food items.”
Sebastian stood up, his dick tented out from the shorts he wore. He walked to the kitchen and opened some cabinets. “I have an idea. Want to come join me here?”
Caleb stood, his dick throbbed as he quickly walked to where Sebastian stood. Sebastian grabbed his hand and kissed him. “Guess we can use this.”
Caleb eyed the can Sebastian held and laughed. “Crisco? I forgot I had that. I think I was using that to cook fries. Isn’t it expired?”
“Who cares? I’m not eating it. It’s lube. Come on, lay down on the linoleum.”
Caleb knelt on the floor and maneuvered himself between the dishwasher and the bar, as he stretched his legs and lay down, his broad shoulders barely fitting in between them.
Sebastian removed the top of the Crisco. “You didn’t really use a lot of this. There’s quite a bit.”