"Well, you are terribly good at sex," Carlos said as he leaned into the kiss until Gael pulled away - and then he watched Gael move around the room. He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head to one side with an amused and appreciative look. Gael made it easy to slip back into their usual, he thought, though he knew it wasn't going to be quite the same. "You could start with artist's model, unless Sarah broke tradition and didn't tease someone I was sleeping with with quotes from an awful old movie." Honestly, he wasn't sure what the appeal of Titanic was.

It was possible he was too gay for it.

"I think we could probably try to find something to talk about," he said, though, as he stood up and smoothed the t-shirt that was a bit rumpled from sleep. It wasn't as though they never talked, but it tended to be a few minutes at a time, when they were sleepy and sated and about to drop into sleep. "But if you'd rather stare soulfully into my eyes, who am I to stop you?"