Billy did what he always did when it came to this sort of thing. He shut off the part of his mind that rang alarm bells that this wrong. He was willingly offering himself to the body guard of a powerful mob boss. Logically, that seemed like a bad plan. But it also shut out any warnings of personal conflict. Really, that's how he ended up so deeply involved with a pyromaniac who ended their relationship by burning everything he owned, including the four walls that contained it all.

"Well, that depends," Billy said as he pushed himself off the headboard, leaning toward Mike. "If sex is just sex, then it's not," he pushed up onto his knees, crawling closer. "It all depends on your...tastes."