"I'm flexible." Bed dropped Peter off at him around seven but that was entirely too early to go out. "Anywhere from ten to midnight? I'll come over round ten and help you figure out what to wear. And we can get a bite on the way. Shouldn't drink on an empty stomach." Dictating what Peter was going to wear was giving him the worst hard on and so Simon abandoned his split leg posture and stood up. "Cool. Settled then. Let me go give out the rest of these and then get to work. The bus won't build itself."

JC had since disappeared inside the bus, imagining what it could be. He already had the first round of lumber to deal with but now they could pick out fabrics and actually rebuild the kitchen and bathrooms properly, it was coming together. Was his date with Judas on his mind? Yes. He couldn't deny that, though he knew what he had gotten up to the night before.

He wondered, briefly, why that had happened. Why he couldn't have seen where it might go with him tonight. But it was true that he hadn't strayed. And he knew Judas and Simon had shared a bed before too. But JC was without guidance in this area. He thought about their bodies together only briefly and he knew that Simon did not stroke Judas' skin as softly as he had. And he knew that they had not spent the night together.

So that was all right. There was still a chance to be had for him. Sex wasn't love.