Wilson's fingers curled around his erection, and he shifted again, until his grip was comfortable against the pull of his slacks. He drank directly fro the bottle, and dragged his hand across his lips.

He was grinning. This was nice. He wasn't the least bit jealous. Watching the two of them didn't feel like the punishment the thought it would be, and thought he deserved. No. It was nice. Beautiful. They were beautiful together.

His hand moved, thumb gliding across the tip of his erection.