Remington sighed. “It would be prodigious.”
“Define.”
“Extraordinary in size. Able to elicit awe,” he answered.
Jace made a choking noise in the back of his throat. “Like a good cock.”
“You’re…” Remington pinched Jace on the top of his thigh.
“Put your prodigious cock inside of me,” Jace continued, undeterred, even as he swatted Remington’s hands away from him. “Oh, God, it’s so prodigious.”
“You need a thesaurus.”
“I have you.” Jace smiled up at him, rearranging his body on the couch so his feet landed in Remington’s lap.
“Can we talk about that?”
Jace straightened, pulling his legs up in a protective pose Remington recognized from years of seeing it.
“Are you mad about me moving?” Jace asked.
“Not at all,” he promised, giving Jace his best smile. “I’m happy for you, truly. I wanted to talk about the other thing you mentioned.” Remington looked down, his cheeks flushed.
“Cock?” Jace asked, the smirk evident in his voice even if Remington didn’t see it.
He huffed out a breath. “I met someone on that app.”
Jace grinned like a bobblehead.
“He wants to meet in person,” Remington said.
“That’s… good. Right? Isn’t that good?”
“We’ve been…” Remington exhaled, his cheeks puffing out. “Talking certain ways.”
“Did you find yourself a submissive man?” Jace arched a brow.
“He seems to like when I tell him to do things.”
“That’s good, right? That’s what you’ve been looking for.” Jace stretched his legs back out, toes poking against Remington’s hands in his lap.
“It’s one thing online. It’s different when it’s in person. You know, I can’t so much tell him what to do if I’ve never done it before myself.”
“I can’t help you with that one,” Jace said. “Callahan might kill you, and I like you too much for that.”
“I was not suggesting that we had sex together, Jace.”
“First off,” Jace interrupted his horror, “don’t call it sex.”
“Isn’t that what it is?”
“It’s fucking. It’s making love. It’s seeing stars. You know there’re other words for it, better ways.”
“If I haven’t done it before, how do I, though?” he asked.
“Don’t you watch porn, Remington?”
“Of course,” he sputtered. “But that’s all so produced.”
