Months ago, Jack had asked Welby to buy him and Ethan their first sex supplies. Welby had done it, and Ethan hadn’t been able to look at him since. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. How are you two doing with your condoms and lube? Do you need me to buy more?” “Oh my God.” Ethan turned away. Heat smothered him, the burn of embarrassment coursing through his body. “Jesus Christ, Welby.” Apparently, Welby had learned to loosen up.
Condom mule.
