Bert's back was a mass of scar tissue, raised welts of dead skin criss crossing the expanse of it. The leavings of his misspent youth.

He deepened the kiss and pressed his hips snugly against Kurt's, bringing them flush together with little but two thin barriers of cloth between them. He always liked that teasing friction that came with frottage, the way it seemed to both ease and increase the ache of arousal.