Lance grinned at Derek. He hadn't missed that face the kid made. There was now no doubt in his mind that Derek was a virgin. A virgin who probably thought fucking was gross. Under those tattoos and tough guy front, Derek was probably some prude who didn't know what he was missing. Lance wasn't a sex addict, by any means. He just knew the joy of a good fuck.

Okay, he'd indulge the kid in non-sex talk, for now. "Kid, when I was your age I was workin' in construction. Get up at 4 am, blast some rivits, and make cat calls during lunch."