For a heartbeat, Jack was confused and hurt-- had he done something wrong? But then Zephyr started talking about lube and he broke into a smile so wide his face hurt.

"I love this place," he said, and scrambled for the nightstand.

The lube was right where Zephyr said it would be, and he grabbed the tube out, juggled it back and forth while staring at Zephyr. "So. Floor or bed? And how do you want me? Back, knees, what?"

Oh, right, and that pesky safe-sex thing... "Probably should've asked this before I blew you, but you're clean, right? I am."