When they reached the bedroom, Keyon let go of Huck’s wrist and set his gun on the table. He clicked on the lamp before he strode to his overnight bag and found a travel bottle of lube and a condom. He hoped the prophylactic was big enough for Huck’s monster. Once he grabbed what he wanted, he turned, and Huck stared wide-eyed.

Yeah, no.

“We aren’t doing this again.” Keyon walked to his bedside table. Under the lamp, he placed the rubber and lube.

“Ya ain’t ...