They were going to be there all afternoon anyway. Especially considering how much they had slowed things down from their rather inspired start in the pool.

Of course, Nicky was used to long marathons of being hard enough to pound nails but still only making out. Sebastien, probably a little less so. Or rather, he'd probably lost some practice at it. Nicky had absolutely no problems with helping him remember the skill. He had every intention of making love to this man in his bed, not just fucking him.

Using his hands on Booker's chest, he pushed the man over onto his back, nudging his legs apart with his knees until he could lay himself between them, fitting their bodies together as he kissed his way down Booker's chest.