"Nicky." Booker ducked his head and rubbed a hand over his mouth. He didn't know how to handle such a simple admission. He would've done much better with one of Joe's romantic speeches.

He looked at Nicky with a little smirk. "You have me." He gestured to himself in all of his naked glory. "Every inch of me is yours at the moment. Entirely at your disposal."

It was easier on his old, aching heart to be sexual than genuine at the moment. Booker could let his hard dick do the thinking for him and save the sweet, soft confessions for after. Or maybe in the night. He didn't want to tear up right now.