Involved by Gwynnega

"Lend me twenty bucks?" Doyle asked, as they slouched together on his sofa.

Oz raised his eyebrows. "What for?"

"We'll go down the pub. I'll buy you a pint."

"Why don't I just buy you a pint?"

"Don't want to sponge off you, man. Just because we're..."

"Involved?" Oz kissed him. He didn't taste of beer or whiskey, yet. He tasted clear and bright and dark.

"That's one word for it," Doyle said ruefully. "Might've just said 'fucking.'"

"Works for me," Oz said, and it did - the way his accent puckered the word. They forgot about the pub then.

.End