Guy doesn't really want to wait, but he finds himself transfixed. Jasper is insanely alluring - and he shouldn't be, because there really aren't such things as showers anymore, and he's sweaty from the climb, and the rock is dirty, but every line of his body has bent into a curve, a curve tense and aching with desire, muscles shifting under the skin, moving, changing all the time, and Guy could watch this for hours.

He has three fingers in Jasper, then the tip of a thumb, because the more he's stretched, the less the lack of lubricant will matter. And he might fuck Jasper into the ground, but he'll do it carefully and he'll do it right.