It was chaste, and now it was Frank's turn to think he might have stepped wrong. But Billy spoke, and Frank hummed a little. He shifted his thumb so he could stroke gently over what he could reach of Billy's fingers. It was a small gesture, but meaningful.

"I thought the point of coming to a sex club was the lack of privacy?" It was more bold than he was used to being. Maybe he didn't want to fool around on a couch where anyone could park their ass and watch. But that's why they were both there, wasn't it? Trying to catch someone's eye and be a little uninhibited.

He glanced at the concoction waiting for them on the table again and, feeling like it might help, picked it up. A little toasting gesture, and then he took a sip off it. But just a sip.