Joe bends his head, and kisses Web slowly, rolling his hips down before he manages to pull away.

He's got a notion that he's going to do it differently this time.

Joe starts by standing up, shrugging out of his jeans and underwear and fumbling in his pocket for a rubber. They come in foil now, much tidier than they used to be and Joe's gotta say, he likes it.

Back on the couch with one knee between Web's thighs, he holds the packet out to him.

"Put it on for me?"