"No," Mike assures, but Liam's hips moving, grinding against him--he feels like he has no control over himself. His hips buck up anyway and all he wants to do is kiss the other, all he wants to do is get something happening. His wrists struggle against Liam pinning him down, but the junkie never wins. He knows he never wins, but he tries anyway.

"I remember," he murmurs, and the next sentence is almost a whisper as his hips move again, trying desperately not to groan. It fails. "I just want--I want this, I want you to touch me," his words are coming out in a rush, unable to stop himself. "I want this with you and Tim and Billy, please--let me kiss you." His next words Are a whisper. "Let me kiss you, sir."