Jimmy bent over Keith’s prone figure. “You sure about this?”

“I am.”

“There’s no going back, you know.”

“I know.”

Jimmy hands were shaking as he wiped down his lover’s flaccid phallus with wintergreen antiseptic. The cool minty scent combined with Keith’s earthy aftershave reminded Jimmy of Fir trees draped in fresh snow under a star-filled sky – so unlike his moldy basement, which is where they were now.

His jaw clenched as he swirled desensitizer inside his lover’s slit with a Q-tip like he was stirring a cocktail.

Keith didn’t flinch.

“Doesn’t that sting?”

“Nope. Just feels cold.”

Jimmy had been in the exact same position as Keith just a few days ago. He’d screamed like a girl. Even now he felt light headed. That shot of whiskey he’d sucked down was wearing off too soon.

Jimmy pinched the ridge circling the crown of Keith’s shaft between his thumb and forefinger, testing for numbness. “Feel that?”

Keith met his stare. “Nope.”

“Means you’re ready.”

His heart beat conga drum style as he plucked a tube thinner than a straight pin from a white terry cloth towel. Man, he and Keith were taking DIY to a whole new level.

Jimmy inserted the tube inside Keith’s slot. Keith hitched a breath. The sound sliced through the thick silence.

“You okay?,” Jimmy asked, voice heavy with concern.

“Never better,” Keith squeaked.

The needle was next. It glared at Jimmy from its perch on the towel.

He reached for it and Keith’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Jimmy wanted to reassure him, but he would be lying, so he kept his mouth shut.

Gently, he pierced the smooth, sensitive skin. A rivulet of blood bubbled to the surface. He ignored it; determination girding his nerves. He aimed the needle through the ridiculously thin tube and then pulled it out the other side.

A surgical steel sphere was threaded through the hole seconds later, smooth as butter.

“Done.” Jimmy sighed and the corners of his mouth lifted. “We’re a matching set. You like it?”

Keith sat up, he gaze falling on the jewelry piercing his cock. “Hell, yeah. Does this mean we’re like, married?”

“I’m sure it does in some foreign country.”

“’Till death do us part,” Keith said, grinning. “Let’s hope no one asks to see our rings.”

Jimmy leaned over and kissed him soundly on the lips.