And Andy didn’t stop making noises the whole time, either. Moans and soft little whimpers and luxurious sighs, and yep, Scooter was straight up going to die. He very carefully did not acknowledge Kat, who he was sure was making a smug told-you-so face at him. Eventually, he stopped, and forced himself to let go of Andy’s hands.
And that was almost worse, because then Andy glanced over at Kat working the cream into Jason’s shoulders. Andy raised an eyebrow at Scooter, a question that he obviously was not sure how to properly voice.