Judas didn't have anything in common with those pictures. That's why he wasn't a partner. He was a... Well, not even a fuck buddies save that they were friends and periodically, they fucked. It wasn't even regular despite neither seeing anyone else.

Simon kept focused on Peter's left eye, applying the liner carefully to his water line. He could feel his breath on his palm and his cheek. He could almost feel the added heat from his crotch, no matter how well that leg protected it.

"I'll show you tonight, but simply put, I want someone like Mindy. Not Mindy exactly, but a pet. I'm not interested in vanilla relationships. And you-- You're worth being kept. I don't want a fling with you, Peter. I want it to mean something. You just have to know what you're agreeing to first to be with me."