Nash’s hands, lay one on me, and drew the other to him, low down around his hip and to a part of Locke’s body I’d yet to see. His lower back. His thighs. Whatever Nash found there brought him back to earth with a sharp gasp. He tried to pull back, but Locke held him firm. “Inside or out, brother, they’re all the fucking same.” Nash hid his face in Locke’s shoulder.
