Earlier Joe had said that the first time they did this, he didn't want to be a woman and he'd meant that, but now it didn't seem to matter quite so much. The hand by Dale's waist slid around to his back, fingers clutching at his skin as the other hand came up and pushed through his hair. And Joe wasn't sure how many of the curses echoing in his mind were escaping against Dale's mouth, but eventually he heard a low, "Fuck," and had to assume it had been him.