“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” His eyes dropped from hers again, almost as if-Jenny looked at him sharply as an idea occurred to her. Could the Nordic god be shy?”

“Jenny was struck again by the contrast between his attractiveness and his shyness. It was endearing.”

“Well, Jenny thought, he certainly likes to cuddle.”

“You're gay," wash stated.Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer."As in, you-like-men gay."Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug. "As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay.""Yes!”

“As they walked into the living room, Trevor cleared his throat loudly. "We're coming in. Hands where I can see them, dicks where I can't.”

“Okay, Jen, he could fuck you with that voice alone and you’re Squeaky McSqueakerson? Let’s try for a little more on the sexy purr side, please”

“Every time I jerked off over the past few days, I thought about you. Forget the chicks—I’m going with the dicks. Well,” he made a face, “one dick, I mean. My own private dick. Start off slow, you know, and then build up to the orgies.”Rhodes brought his lips down onto Wash’s smiling mouth. “My dick,” Rhodes growled against the curve of Wash’s lips. “And my dick only. Remember that.”