Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

Mom and relatives were off limits. Seemed reasonable. Nightjar nodded a bit dumbly, accepting his father's restrictions. It was easy to accept them, after all; he had no idea how great sex was, nor how a female in heat was a bit like crack, or how when that time came he probably wouldn't care if the woman was a crotchety nine year old elder or a shaved dog with a bag over its head, so long as he could get some. For now, he was happy with the no relatives rule. It seemed grody to think of Fox, Wildfire or Raven that way, anyway.

Peregrine went on to warn him about love and feelings and he very inappropriately sighed, "that's gaaay." Smirking, because his father was at least semi-gay sometimes and Nightjar didn't mean it at all, he shook his head and said, "no prob, pops. I'll make sure to let the ladies know I'm not lookin' for a relationship. This fella is free for all." He was suave enough to convince a woman to sleep with him without giving anything in return, right?

Nightjar thought so, but he hadn't even figured out how to get it up without dreaming yet, let alone convincing a lady that he was a worthwhile candidate for a one night stand.