"Oh~h, so it's hard mode?" said Zephyr, knowing even as he did that the blase tint he tried to give the words was totally, totally shot.

The fact was, he'd still felt Jack ghosting over him. It hadn't quite happened, but it was there and it was so close the reaction started before there was anything to quite react to at all.

He knew it. Jack ached like he did. He was so ready, but he could still turn it this way, draw it out, stroke those fingers over the sleek cut of his abs, getting closer his navel and so much more.

"OK, so you got your suspicions. I am one? Yeah, that's right."