"Chulpalmae." Ceasar panted... Suck me.
"I don't know who else I can tell about this."
"What? Two casual fucks makes us good buds? Oh, I don't know how to handle this, I'll go find Nate?"
"Wrap me up inside you and let me forget about what I saw. This bust is going to make you and screw me. we both know that. Give me a little peace tonight." The last few words were whispered hot against Nate's jaw.
"We're involved, sort of."
"By involved, and the fact that you won't look at me, I'm interpreting that as playing mattress bingo?"
"You're," Al seemed to search his brain for a way to phrase it, "fuck buddies?"
"How 'bout fucked up buddies?" Ceasar rolled his eyes and shook his head. He had no idea what to call it. "I guess that's about as close as you could get."