"Lemme take care of you," Vegas murmured breathlessly. Pete's been looking after him ever since he was shot. The very least Vegas could do was offer him some relief. Or a reward. Besides, Pete's dick felt good in his hand. Touching him made Vegas' blood run hot and his heart beat harder. And even though he was a little breathless, it was because of their kiss, not any pain he was feeling in his body.

He didn't wait for a response before claiming another kiss. His fingers curled around Pete's cock and began to stroke him in a slow, lazy pace.