Fil took up his position on the bed. "Come in."
The door swung open. Fil propped himself up on one elbow and made sure his cock was well positioned on his thigh. Or maybe they were into asses? Should he have been on his stomach instead?
"Hello," said the man in the doorway.
Fil raised his eyebrows. The new Ordnance was at least five inches shorter than Fil and an indeterminate mousy color all over, from his hair to his dusty traveling clothes to his worn shoes and canvas bag. He was older than Fil, too, gray flecking his hair and lines creasing his forehead and around his mouth. The only distinct thing about him was his eyes, which were a pleasing shade of blue.
He gave Fil a friendly smile and peered around the room before dropping his bag onto the floor in the corner. He approached Fil with his hand outstretched. "Morris," he said.