"When I was a child, if I wanted someone, I would take them out back to the barn and show them." Of course, then his mother would smack him over the head for being a rude little asshole, so he'd stopped doing that for fear of her retribution. "I like having you as a friend, it's very refreshing, you know?"

He snorts and settles into the chair, curled up. "He knows I sleep with you, he said he wants something, but I'll get to it," he complains. "Can't I just enjoy some warmth first?"