His body jerks and twists, riding the fingers still inside him as aftershocks squeeze him tighter. His hands scramble to grip Nick's hair, the back of his neck.

The concern about a condom feels very distant, right now. He is liquid, and he needs, and Nick is impossibly, beautifully between Stephen's legs, which he's wrapped around Nick's body. So what, so what if his body takes to Nick, he can take a morning after pill or -

"Yes, yes," he says, "fuck me," that sounds good. He attempts to pull Nick closer.