Credo [American Blasphemies]

Tom wondered if he was the only one who had found bootcamp a laugh. Probably. Not that he had any intention of feeling guilty about it. Let everyone else angst and whine. To Tom, bootcamp was a fucking blast.

It's Morocco that was the nightmare.

The heat; the stench; the schedule. Too much noise, too much intensity. It seemed like an eternity rather than a few weeks. Wasn't even as if he had a huge role. No, all he had to do was run around and get blown up a bit. No big deal really. Acting was something that came easily and gave him no trouble at all. Shame he couldn't say the same about the other stuff.

Everyone hung out together in hotel rooms and cafes. One big happy family. The old guys hung with the young guys, and ribbed them mercilessly. Not that the youngsters minded. There was something about being around all that experience that was better than any acting class you were likely to take.

He'd found himself gravitating towards Josh. Which was strange. Chalk and cheese, according to Jason, who found great amusement in watching them spar and tangle with each other. Tom would wait around for Josh at the end of the day's shooting, then they'd wander down to a bar, or just hang out in the hotel.

Tom wasn't sure at which point he realised he was attracted to Josh. The shock of the discovery lasted a few days, during which he avoided being alone with Josh, but it soon wore off and they were back to their usual good-natured sparring. Josh didn't mention that he had noticed the brief breech. Tom thought he had.

The bar was smoky and loud. The numerous westerners were scattered about the room, most over by the pool tables. They'd taken to betting and Tom decided to avoid getting caught up in the bids. He weaved drunkenly in and out of the tables, looking for someone to chat to.

Josh was perched on the edge of a chair by a corner table in animated discussion with Ewan and Hugh. Without seeking permission, Tom dropped onto Josh's lap and dipped backwards so that he could slide his fingers into the thigh pocket of Josh's combats to snag the cigarettes in there.

"Hey!" Josh yelped indignantly as Tom swung up off his lap and grabbed a chair from the next table. "Don't take my last smokes, man, or it'll be you who makes the midnight run to the cigarette machine, okay?"

Tom lit a cigarette and threw the packet back at Josh. "Oh, stop moaning! Not as if you haven't bummed enough fags off me, you mean fucker."

Ewan and Hugh both laughed. Josh shook his head and rubbed his hands over his hair. "Fuck, man. How the hell did I get to hang with you damn Brits?"

"Good taste and discernment." Ewan laughed and held his hand out, palm up, waiting for Josh to hand over his cigarettes.

Josh gave a snort of mock outrage. "Shit. Take the last smoke out of a man's mouth." He threw the pack at Ewan and leaned over to pluck the cigarette from Tom's lips. Smirking, he shrugged at Tom, "Easier than lighting my own."

Tom and Josh laughed and ducked their heads in unison. Ewan looked across at Hugh, eyebrows raised. "Should we suggest they get a room?"

"Think that might be a good idea, actually," Hugh smiled.

"What?" Tom squinted at Ewan. "S'not like that, pillock!" Tom leaned on his wrists, elbows on the table, head tilted to one side. "Is it, Joshua?"

Josh let out a bark of laughter and then yawned. "Hell, I'm beat. Anyone else coming back to the hotel?"

"Yeah. I'll walk back with you." Tom stood up and chugged the last of his drink. "Ewan?"

Ewan looked around the bar. "Why not? This place isn't exactly jumping tonight."

Outside the bar, Tom staggered against Ewan. Holding onto Ewan's arm, he turned to beckon Josh to hurry.

"What's the rush? Scared you're gonna sober up before we get you back to the hotel?" Josh shook his head in amusement.

Tom blinked at Josh. "Why would I be scared of that?"

"I think he means that once you sober up, you'll be feeling far rougher than you do with the alcohol to cloud your senses." Ewan began to propel Tom in the direction of the hotel; Josh followed along a few feet behind.

Tom's room was on the fourth floor, Ewan's and Josh's both on the ninth. They decided that the party should continue in Tom's room. It took Tom eight goes to get the key into the lock and wrestle the door open. When he looked up, Ewan and Josh were laughing at him. "Fuck off. You try doing this when you're pissed." At which, Tom was bundled into the room by Ewan, and pushed onto the bed.

"Shoes off! We don't want any complaints about mud on the sheets!" Ewan pulled Tom's trainers off and threw them on the floor. "You lie down for a bit while I go get some more beer."

Josh hovered in the doorway looking a little uncomfortable. "I'll go. I can get some beer."

"No, no." Ewan pulled Josh into the room and began to move towards the door. "I've got some in my room, I'll go get it. Be back in a bit." Ewan stopped and smirked at them, "You two behave now. Okay?"

Once Ewan had gone, Josh stood staring at his boots. Tom lay back on the bed and smiled at him. Patting the bed next to him, he said, "Josh, come and sit down."

Josh shook his head and moved to sit in the chair opposite the end of the bed.

"I'm okay here, thanks." Josh shifted in his seat and began to tap the arms of the chair.

"Am I boring you?" Tom tried not to sound petulant. "Because, you can always fuck off to bed, you know?"

Josh didn't reply. Tom could hear breathing from across the room; laboured and heavy, tinting the air. They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

The door crashed open, making Josh jump and Tom nearly fall off the bed.

Ewan stood in the doorway cackling like a mad thing. "So, you two have wild sex while I was gone?"

Tom glared at Ewan. "I realise that you think no-one apart from you has any sexual prowess, but believe me, we'd still be at it if we had been."

"Well, I was hoping you would be." Ewan turned to Josh. "And I'm sure you could get it up for longer than the time it took for me to get more beer. Eh, Josh?"

Josh snorted in response and settled back in his chair, eyeing Ewan in irritation.

Passing a bottle of beer to Josh, Ewan sat on the bed next to Tom, who was attempting to wrestle another of the bottles out of Ewan's grasp. "Oh! Come one, Ewan! Give me one, please."

"How could I refuse such a plea, eh?" Ewan lifted the cap off a bottle and handed it to Tom, who stretched up and kissed him on the cheek.

Before Tom could settle back into the bed, Ewan slid his hand behind his head and pulled him up, kissing him hard. When Ewan pulled away, Tom licked his lips, eyes flicking towards Josh, who appeared to be vibrating in his seat.

Tom shifted back onto the bed and rolled onto his front. He stared at Josh. Josh stared back. Tom wondered how long it would be until Josh dropped his gaze. Beat you. He grinned at Josh who furrowed his brows at him in response. Tom continued to stare, considering. Considering what? Drunk, Tom thought, I'm very, very drunk.

It took a heartbeat for Tom to realise that Ewan was straddling his back. "Ewan? Whatcha doin'?"

Ewan began to rub Tom's shoulders. "Seeing how relaxed you are."

"Oh." Tom laughed giddily.

"Listen to you. You're like a wee kitten." Ewan continued to knead the muscles until Tom's head fell forward and settled more deeply onto the blanket.

Tom was aware that he was almost purring. Kitten indeed. He raised his head and looked at Josh again. Always back to Josh, eh? Tom decided not to worry about it now; he was way too comfortable and it felt great to be massaged by Ewan. "Josh." Tom extended the vowel so that it became almost a whine. "Whatcha doin'?"

"That all you capable of saying?" Ewan laughed and ruffled Tom's hair. Or at least ruffled the stubble.

"Yeah. Pretty much." Tom grinned across at Josh, who maintained his inscrutable expression.

Ewan slid down until he was sprawled across Tom's back. "I think our Joshua is wondering how come he's sitting all the way over there, and we're all the way over here. Eh, Josh?" Josh blinked and gave a slight shake of the head. "Come here." Ewan's tone was tinged with petulance. "Come on. You know you want to. If not for me then..."

Tom wondered what Ewan was going on about. Settling his head on his forearms, Tom smiled, "Come on, Josh. It's nice and comfy and there's plenty of room on the bed. Can give you a cuddle."

Ewan's bark of laughter made Tom giggle. "Fuck. That sounded weird even to me." Tom tried again, "Josh, come over here, please?"

"No." Josh shook his head and began to pick at the label on the bottle. "You're drunk. You'll only do something that you'll regret in the morning."

"Like what?" Tom wrinkled his nose and pouted his lips. "What am I likely to do?"

Josh slumped further down in his chair. "Something... you know... stupid."

"I don't think you're giving Tom much credit here, Josh." Ewan was tracing patterns across Tom's back whilst he spoke. "He's not that drunk. Are you, Tom?"

Tom shook his head. "Got any more beer? That way I can get as pissed as Josh thinks I am." He smirked and fluttered his eyelashes.

Josh shifted in his chair, and Tom realised that Josh was getting hard watching Tom being petted and caressed by Ewan.

Ewan ran his tongue across the back of Tom's neck. "Turn over," Ewan whispered huskily, "so I can kiss you."

Tom gave it a nanosecond's thought and shifted onto his back; he lay looking up at Ewan, wide-eyed and breathless.

Ewan leaned down and pressed his mouth to Tom's, prising Tom's lips apart with his tongue until saliva mingled with saliva and Tom began to moan.

Tom could feel Ewan's erection rubbing against his own and lifted his hips to increase contact, gasping as Ewan's hand slid down, cupping Tom and stroking him.

Ewan broke the kiss. Pulling back, he dragged his t-shirt over his head, motioning for Tom to do the same. As Tom pulled the fabric up, Ewan began to trace fingers and tongue across Tom's chest, working down until Tom felt Ewan's tongue dipping into his navel. Tom laughed and clutched at Ewan's hair, pulling him up to press their mouths together in a sloppy, wet, messy kiss.

"Sure you're okay, Josh?" Tom tipped his head back to see Josh's response to Ewan's question, blinking at Josh's upside-down image reflecting off his retina. Stretching his arms above his head, Tom beckoned with his fingers. Josh simply shook his head and blew across the mouth of his beer bottle, the low hum echoing around the room.

"Looks like it's just you and me then," Ewan said, hands stroking across Tom's belly and moving to the buttons of Tom's jeans.

"Yeah, looks that way. Shame though." Tom cupped Ewan's face in his palm and pushed his thumb between Ewan's lips. Pausing in his unbuttoning of Tom's jeans, Ewan held Tom's hand and began to suck at the thumb. Tom knew that Ewan was maintaining eye contact with Josh the whole time, drawing him into the scene on the bed. Not tempted? Tom was disappointed; he really thought that Josh might have caved by now.

Pulling his hand away from Ewan's mouth, Tom shifted around to unzip Ewan's fly and pulled Ewan's trousers down over his hips. Ewan batted Tom's hands away. "Hang on, I'll do it. You'll probably damage me, the amount of alcohol you've had tonight." Ewan got off the bed and pulled his jeans off, then removed his boxers.

Tom stared at Ewan's erect cock, then blinked and swallowed. Tom wondered if this was a bad idea after all.

Ewan sensed Tom's hesitation and lay down next to him, stroking his head and running his hands across his shoulders. "You don't have to do this, you know? This is all about choice. I know you're pretty pissed, Tom, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna do anything to you without your permission." Ewan smiled at Tom, who felt a little less freaked out.

All about choice. Right. He had a choice. Tom shifted to look at Josh, who was staring at them. Josh raised the bottle to his lips and took a long swig, then wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

Turning his head back to Ewan, who was still stroking him, Tom nodded. "Yeah. Why the hell not. Try anything once, eh?"

That was all Ewan needed. He pulled Tom to him and kissed him, forcing his tongue into Tom's mouth. Tom could taste whiskey and cigarettes: Gaulloises, so different from Josh's Marlboros and his own Silk Cut. Tom fought not to laugh at his mind veering off onto cigarette brands. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, his own tongue lapping and shifting in Ewan's mouth.

Tom pushed Ewan away and raised his hips to push his jeans off. Ewan held the bottoms and yanked until they were clear of Tom's legs, then threw them on the floor next to his own discarded pair. Tom's boxers followed after them, pulled off without ceremony, leaving Tom wondering drunkenly how the hell he had got in this position.

Ewan pushed Tom back down and moved on top of him. Their cocks slid against each other, creating a delicious friction that made both Tom and Ewan gasp and grunt. Tom rolled Ewan onto his back, causing him to laugh and clutch at Tom, wrestling for domination. Tom had no doubts who was going to win; he had worked out quite a bit earlier that this was nothing new to Ewan, and was not going to fight being topped if that was what Ewan wanted to do.

Ewan rolled Tom onto his back again with ease. "Hang on, don't go anywhere." Ewan got off the bed and looked about the room for something. Tom was aware that he was on his back, cock erect and pretty much pointing north - which meant pointing at Josh, who was still seated behind Tom's head. Tom craned his head back again to blink at Josh. "Got a beer?" Tom motioned for Josh to hand him a bottle.

Nodding his head, Josh complied. Their hands brushed when Josh passed the bottle to him. Tom squinted. "How you doing, Joshua? Enjoying the show?" Tom was aware of Ewan's laughter as he dropped back onto the bed.

"See that, Josh? Isn't he a nice boy? So concerned for your entertainment."

"Fuck you."

Ewan laughed. "Ever eloquent." Then Tom's mouth was covered again, bringing his attention back to Ewan.

It was then that Tom realised what Ewan had gone looking for. Next to him on the bed was a bottle of lube and a condom packet. Ewan caught Tom's blink in that direction and grinned. "I'd tell you I was in the boy scouts, but I have a feeling you'd not believe me."

Tom stared at the lube. Reality. Ewan was going to fuck him. If he wanted. Choices. Tom licked his lips and swallowed, eyes moving up to meet Ewan's gaze and back down to the lube. Tom spread his legs, inviting Ewan to fuck him. Ewan nodded.

Ewan knelt between Tom's thighs and twisted the cap off the bottle. Tom closed his eyes and waited. The shock of the cold lube touching his skin made Tom gasp and flinch. Then he tried to relax as Ewan spread it around and slipped one finger in, coating the inside of Tom's arsehole with the lube. The second finger made Tom flinch again; Ewan shushed him when he clenched against the intrusion.

"Look at me." Ewan was using his voice to keep Tom calm. "Tommy, look at me. It's okay. I want you to see so you know it's okay."

Tom slitted his eyes open, almost as though to open them completely would make it all too real, too raw. Ewan kneeling above him, Josh behind him. He could still hear Josh's ragged breathing, and the sound of the beer bottle tapping against the arm of Josh's chair. Just as Tom was wondering why Josh was so twitchy, Ewan pushed a third finger into him. "Fucking Christ, that fucking hurts, Ewan."

Tom grasped Ewan's wrist and held it still, looking him in the eyes and shaking his head. "Not so hard, please. It's okay if you aren't so rough." Tom needed more alcohol, but wasn't going to stop Ewan; he wanted to get this over with so that he could curl up and go to sleep.

Ewan slipped his fingers out and took hold of Tom's hand, turning it palm upwards. Ewan squirted lube onto Tom's palm and moved Tom's hand to stroke Ewan's cock, covering Tom's hand with his own to get the rhythm as he wanted it. Then pulling Tom's hand away, Ewan ripped the condom from its wrapper and rolled it over his cock.

"Ready? Turn over, it'll be easier." Tom turned awkwardly, head spinning, legs shaking, eyelashes fluttering like angry moths, until he was on his front, arms stretched forward in supplication, chest flush to the bed and arse in the air. Ewan moved so that his cock was flush against Tom. Another glide of a finger entering him and then, white lights flash across Tom's vision, he heard the blood rushing to his head and ricocheting around his brain and he thought he might pass out, or at least vomit from pain as Ewan pressed into him. Hands clutching at bedding, head bowed, Tom took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Relax. Just relax. When the ringing in his ears finally subsided, Tom realised that the other noises he was hearing weren't actually related to the pain but were coming from Ewan and Josh. He raised his head and saw that Josh was in a heated discussion with him. Oh - Josh's eye line was above Tom's head. Not with him then, with Ewan. Tom tried to zone into what was being said.

"...hurting him. Just stop, Ewan," Josh was saying. Tom wondered who he was talking about. Then, through the haze of alcohol and pain, he realised that Josh was talking about him.

Tom felt a shift inside him as Ewan bent forward to place his head next to his. "Tom?" Ewan's voice was low, close to his ear. "Are you okay? It's not too much is it?"

"Ewan, stop. You're fucking hurting him, man. Stop it, please." Tom looked at Josh, who was leaning forward in his chair, brow furrowed, concern in his eyes.

Ewan's voice again, seductive and husky. "You can tell me to stop, Tom. If you want me to stop, just say so. It's okay."

Tom continued to stare at Josh, who nodded vehemently, mouthing something that Tom couldn't quite make out, but thought might be, "Yes, tell him."

Fuck that. Tom was suddenly angry. He knew he could deal with the pain; he just didn't think he could deal with Josh being concerned. Twisting his head to the side, he raised his hand and pulled Ewan's head towards him so that he could press an awkward kiss to Ewan's mouth. Tipping his head back so that he was sure Josh could hear, he answered, "It's fine. Come on, Ewan. Fuck me."

Ewan laughed. "Okay. Now, that's what I like to hear."

Ewan pulled out, and Tom felt the loss, dizzy with the relief. Ewan grabbed Tom's hips and raised them until Tom was on all fours, facing Josh, who was still shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck you, Josh," Tom murmured, eliciting a snort from Josh who lowered his head and returned to his decimation of the label on his beer bottle. "Fucking look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Tom shouted.

"Hey. Come one, no need for that." Ewan sounded placatory. "Leave him, Tom."

"If he's so disgusted, then he should just fuck off." Tom was shaking so hard that Ewan had to hold him tightly, stroking his arms to calm him down.

Josh swore and got up. "Sit the fuck down, Josh," Ewan barked. "I'm sorry, but you're going nowhere. This is all about you, so you can fucking stay, okay?" Ewan continued stroking Tom, who was gaping at Josh in surprise. "Look, Josh, you can sit there and drink your beer and enjoy a bit of voyeurism. Or you could come over here. Your choice. But you're fucking staying here, okay?"

Josh's eyes flicked from Ewan to Tom. "Tom?" The question was uttered so softly that Tom couldn't quite catch the nuance. "Tom, do you want me to leave? I'll stay if you want me to. I mean, it might be a good idea." Josh's eyes flickered back to Ewan, his expression hardening.

"Stay. Please. I want you... to stay." Tom gave Josh a vague smile and leaned back into Ewan, who began to kiss and lick at his back, working downwards. Tom moaned, keeping his eyes fixed on Josh.

Once again, a finger pushed into Tom, opening him; then another. Tom's moans increased as Ewan shifted, twisted and pushed in, knuckle-deep. Then Ewan pulled out and the fingers were replaced by Ewan's cock. Sliding in gradually, slowly. It hurt just as much this time. But somehow this felt different. The tension in the room had shifted. Tom saw Josh swallow, felt a thrill of triumph and began to moan louder, gasping as Ewan moved deeper into him. Getting a rhythm going, Ewan shunted Tom further up the bed with each thrust. Tom, who was still staring at Josh, realised that Josh was flinching every time Ewan pushed forward.

The pain had decreased a little. It still hurt, but had receded to a strange, dull ache, which increased in intensity as Tom felt the length of Ewan's cock sliding across his prostate. Then the ache became lights flashing on his retina, sparks of glittering white that made Tom hum in his throat. The longer Ewan fucked him, the less he felt like looking at Josh.

If Tom closed his eyes, he could pretend that it wasn't Ewan behind him. Pretend that it was Josh; Josh fucking him; Josh clutching at his hips to hold him in place; Josh who was buried up to his balls in Tom's arse. Tom began to laugh, eyes closed tight, head raised. He had a flash of how ridiculous this must look to Josh, but didn't care. Josh's choice. Tom's choice. What was it Ewan had said? All about choice. Too fucking right.

Ewan began to thrust more erratically, then Tom felt a hand wrap around his cock and Ewan was pumping him, making Tom grunt louder. It took a few strokes and Tom came with a yell that began in his chest and caught in his throat, making him cough and gasp. Then Ewan was coming and Tom felt him sag against his back, pushing him down into the mattress.

When Tom opened his eyes, he looked up to see that Josh had covered his face with his hands. "Josh?" Tom started; he had opened his mouth to say just that, Ewan had beaten him to it. "Josh? You okay?" Tom wondered why Ewan was asking Josh if he was okay. Surely it was Tom he should be asking. After all, if was Tom who had just had Ewan's fucking great cock up his arse, not Josh.

Ewan rolled off the bed, leaving Tom bereft of weight and heat. Tom whimpered.

"S'okay, Tom. You get under the covers and snuggle down. I'm gonna sort Josh out, okay?"

It wasn't okay, but Tom was still too woozy from the alcohol and sex to say so. Instead he moved to the top of the bed and wrestled the covers back so he could slip underneath, clutching at the pillow and wondering when it would stop hurting. From this position he could just see the top of Josh's head, although Ewan was blocking the view as he leant over Josh, whispering.

Ewan straightened up, still naked, and pulled Josh to his feet. Ewan moved Josh towards the bed, arm around Josh's hip, and pushed him down next to Tom. "Shoes off. You can keep everything else on if you need to feel less exposed."

Tom giggled; there was something about Ewan's obsession with keeping shoes off the bed which, under the circumstances, struck him as bizarre.

"I'm going back to my room. Josh is gonna keep you company tonight, right? I'll see you tomorrow, Tom." Ewan leaned down and kissed Tom's forehead, leaving Josh sitting on the edge of the bed.

Tom could feel the tension coming off of Josh in waves. "Josh. Get into bed and go to sleep, please. You're making me feel nauseous." By the time Josh managed to get under the covers, Tom was asleep and didn't hear Ewan leave, closing the door quietly behind him.

When Tom awoke at 5.27am, he was alone in bed, shivering despite the Moroccan heat beginning to seep into the room.

Breakfast was surreal. Ewan winked at him and cocked his head to one side, eyebrows raised in query. Tom mustered up a tight smile in response, not sure what the protocol was when addressing another man you allowed to fuck you drunkenly the night before. In the end, he went for rueful amusement. Better that than girlish tears and recriminations. Not that Tom felt recriminations were in order. If nothing else, it had been an education. The thing that concerned him more was how Josh would react to him this morning. He wouldn't find that out at breakfast, though, as Josh was apparently with Ridley this morning.

An hour later, Tom was sitting on a wall outside the hotel, a cigarette between his fingers and sunglasses masking dark rings under his eyes, rings that had been commented upon by several people during breakfast. He saw Ewan stride out of the hotel entrance and across the road towards him, carry something in his right hand that was shining and glinting in the sunlight.

"How's the hangover?" Ewan handed him the glass of water, and dropped in two tablets which burst into effervescence as they hit the liquid. "Thought you could do with a little, 'plink, plink, fizz' this morning."

Tom raised the glass in toast to Ewan and drank the liquid down in one, shuddering as the chalky bitterness slid down his throat.

"You okay, then?" Ewan actually sounded genuinely concerned. "Didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"Nah. S'okay. I'll live." Tom handed the glass back and smiled.

Ewan nodded. "Right. I'm off to the set. Catch you later, yeah?"

Then he was off, striding back to the hotel, disappearing into the lobby without a backwards glance.

Tom was about to make a move himself, when Josh appeared in the doorway. As Josh shifted from one foot to the other, Tom took the opportunity to calm his breathing and affect an appearance of nonchalance.

When Josh finally began to walk towards him, he lifted his sunglasses - no embarrassment there - and looked straight at Josh, waiting for him to reach the wall. Josh sat down next to him. He shook a cigarette out of a packet and waved one at Tom. "Not gonna light it for me?" Tom smirked, "Not very gentlemanly of ya."

Josh lit the cigarette, cupping his hands around the flame and sucking on it to get the end glowing before handing it to Tom. "Better?"

Tom nodded. "So, what time did you leave?" Fuck pussyfooting around the issue.

"Four. Maybe just after." Josh rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. "Look, Tom, I just wanted to apologise." Josh tilted his head and moved it from side to side; Tom could hear the clicks as the bones shifted. "Last night got a little out of hand, and I think that I should have called a halt to it at some point. I just... fuck, man. Why the fuck did you let him do that?"

Tom laughed humourlessly and shook his head. "Fuck, you really don't get it, do ya? It was you. I wanted you. Ewan was just... Ewan was just there."

"Wasn't ever going to happen." Josh's voice was tinged with sadness. "I can't. Too much fucking baggage." Josh lit another cigarette, this one for himself. "Nice Catholic boy, you know? I dunno. It's like, when you're a kid, you're taught that there's only two types of sex: pre-marital and marital." Josh chuckled, shaking his head ruefully. "Then you get older and work out that that's bullshit. That's when you realise that there's all of sorts of sex. Fun sex, when you just wanna fuck and both parties know the score. Sex when you love someone. Angry sex. Make-up sex. Sex to get a girl pregnant. Sex not to get a girl pregnant. Sex with another guy. Sex with yourself. Now, I haven't done all of those; I also don't know if I ever will do all of those." Tom looked at Josh, waiting. "But what I do know is that there's one type of sex that I intend never doing." Josh looked into Tom's eyes. "That's just getting fucked."

Josh stood up, slid his cigarettes into his pocket and shrugged. "Last night, you just got fucked." And with that, Josh turned and walked away, kicking red dust up around his feet, leaving Tom sitting on the wall, brushing the dust from his jeans with his hands.