“Do you not normally get a reaction?” Quentin doesn’t bring up this boyfriend, who is probably closer to Corbin’s age and who the original picture was intended for, because it doesn’t really matter, but there’s the barest implications there. Anyway, he stays where he is, behind him. He keeps his hand on his ass, tracing the shape of him, feeling him out. Teasing. After a few more touches, he even starts to creep his gym shorts up so he can touch the skin of his leg instead.

It’s not much but it’s a start. He can’t get to much like this but it’s a touch, a suggestion. They stand there, warm and close, and Quentin has to stoop a little to touch Corbin’s thigh, to hike up the leg of his short.

“I’d think you’d get plenty of reaction, sweetheart.”