He would pride himself on getting all manner of noises from Wilson, especially if he had those long lean legs wrapped around his hips. God that would be something to see. Could he arrange it so he had Wilson against a wall where he could view them in a mirror? Damn rights he could, and he would too.

"I bet you can," he agreed, noting the shifting and gripping the back of Wilson's neck with his wet fingers. Given how soaked through they both were, it was difficult to get a good grip. "How you doing down there, Wilson? You want to come up here and I'll see about helping you with the problem you're obviously sporting."

Because damn if that wasn't hot, them rolling around in the mud and rain gripping each other. "My libido is just fine. Hope you can keep up."