Wires? The hell did wires have to do with anything?

Well, he had a cock to suck. He'd ask later.

Jack hooked his fingers in Zephyr's boxes and inched them down over the other man's hips, stroking the tips of his fingers along his sides. The tattoos did not go down this far, which... okay, that made sense, in so many ways, but mental images did not necessarily make sense. Everything else was about how he'd pictured it, though; average size, foreskin still there-- good, he knew some tricks-- and generally extremely attractive.

He wrapped one hand around the shaft and leaned forward to take the rest of it in his mouth.