Jason’s hand clenched around a knot of green-striped duvet. “He did things to you. That you didn’t enjoy. In bed.”
“I don’t mind, I said?”
“Colby,” Jason said again. “When was the last time you had actual, mutually enjoyable, consensual s*x?”
“I know about consent!” He crossed arms over his chest in defense. Glared. “I always did. Consent. Why are we having this discussion?”
“Did you like any of it?” Jason drew a breath, let it out. Muscles tense and quivering, poised for some sort of action, but remaining determinedly in place. Voice serious, eyes serious: somber and brown as deep safe earth. “What do you like?”
“What? Why does that matter?”
Jason was now regarding him with an expression akin to horror. Colby did not enjoy this; Jason kept on looking at him that way, and he was star
