Len finished stripping down to his underwear. Only in here was he unselfconscious about his scars. He was more than familiar with Mick's as well.

He crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, sliding on top of Mick and flopping down. His knees fell to the mattress on either side of Mick's thighs and he squirmed downwards, pillowing his head on the broad chest. "That better?" he murmured.