That gets a laugh, the leader grabbing Pope hard by the hips and digging his nails in. "Oh, you're enthusiastic. C'mon, grind, motherfucker. Get me hard."

Carver sits up with a hiss, eyes wide. No.

"Ah-ah," someone else murmurs, tightening a hand in Carver's hair. Jerking his head back. "Hold still. Just hold still."

Someone else clicks the case open.

"One of you gets to just...lie back and relax," the leader drawls. "Other one has to work. You gonna be working, Pope?"