Bert tossed the shirts aside and let his hands wander over the younger man's bare torso.

"Here," he urged, feeling drugged with his desire. "Let's make use of all those plush cushions on the floor there. I wot that's why they're strewn about." He let his hand drop, reaching for one of Kurt's. He didn't mind playing the role of the teacher here. He'd been lucky to find a kind fellow, right off, who had given him more to learn in one night than all his other fumblings before had ever amounted up to.

He still thought of Gabe, sometimes. The least he could do was turn the favor 'round, do the same for another young lad who wasn't quite sure what he was doing.