"What do we need at the store?" Avery, distracted, looks over a list. His pencil scribbles out a word and he frowns at the paper.
"Lube," Jack is grinning.
Avery rolls his eyes. "No, we don't. We've got, what, two things already, and incase you haven't noticed, it isn't something I want to be toting up the the checkout queue in dozens."
Jack steps closer and cocks his head to the side. "Of course you do."
A blink. "No." Too embarrassing. "Of course I don't, you twit."
Jack presses a kiss to Avery's shoulder, and Avery turns his head to look at him. "Think of it this way," Jack offers, and the way he says it banishes thought of apples and oranges from Avery's mind forever. "Pretend...pretend it's now. The height of--er--passion." His voice dips again, and Avery strains to hear. "We're naked. Pressing against one another, arching thrusting gasping wanting needing Avery, think of that--" Jack broke off to lick the pulse point on Avery's neck, and Avery's breath catches. "Would you want to be out of lube?"
"No!" NO they would not and it takes Avery a moment to come back to his sense, clutching the countertop and breathing hard. "Um....no. No, Jack. Yes. Right. So." He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and wrote lubrication. Before Jack leaves the room, Avery turns back to him. "Jack...."
Jack turns, questioning.
"How much lube have we got left again?"
Jack's grin is dangerous, and suddenly very close as he presses Avery back against the counter. "Enough." <