Maybe getting involved with Reno had been a bad idea.

He didn't get enough sleep. He was missing his delivery deadlines with more and more frequency. He never really got any quality time with his friends or the kids anymore. His back started kinda hurting too.

He really ought to talk to Reno. Maybe they should back off a bit, catch their breath, see where this relationship was going.

Was it even a relationship? They fucked a lot, maybe a bit of a cuddle before falling asleep at whichever apartment they had rendezvoused.

But not much chitchat. No talk of feelings or their future. Pretty much "Wanna fuck? Your place or mine?" kind of conversations.

Then again, when Reno hovered over his naked body, thrusting hard and moaning dirty things in his ear, he found that he was too busy getting his brains screwed out to care anyway.