"Um, about zero, I think?" answers Barry, arching with an indrawn breath when their bodies meet just right. "Less than one for sure. That being said," he adds with a laugh, winding his arms around Derek's neck, "At this point isn't us not having sex more surprising? Not that I'm complaining."

He finds the right angle and rocks forward, feeling every bit of the heat he'd felt before dinner returning with renewed strength. Barry takes Derek's hand and pushes it beneath his shirt, suddenly anxious to have those hands on him. "God, you're warm."