Judas raised a single brow up at that surprisingly direct suggestion. Huh. If Simon wanted him, why not just ask if they wanted to fuck later? That'd been a while, though now that he thought about it, they hadn't quite gotten that far with things together. Well, it'd be a fun night, one way or the other.

Peter, who saw that touch, felt his throat close up. Simon couldn't- he barely heard his friend when Simon returned, and instead, just got up and walked away, knowing he would say something so stupid if he stayed. If he just had the courage to say something- then what? What would be the point? Simon would turn him down flat. He laughed at himself, an unhappy sort of laugh. Why was he torturing himself with this?