Devin was contemplating the beer bottle, only half empty, as if it could give him the answers to questions he couldn't even formulate. He'd washed the sweat away, and dunked under the water, but he'd left his hair for Warren, since he'd offered.

He was trying to get the elation back, or at least the high. He could feel the energy buzzing through his veins and knew that most of his audience would need a few extra hours of sleep. He'd pulled a lot with almost vicious need, determined to make himself safer for Warren, not so hungry. He could feel them now, under his skin and that hadn't gone away.

Generally, he channeled that into sex, but he couldn't seem to bring that edge back to it. He could have taken Warren right there, against the van, so heated had it all been. He could get that back, right? It was what he did...

He sat up a bit when he heard the door open, setting the beer aside.