That information will never leave this room, but it's never going to leave Crichton's brain, either. He could listen to that squeak on repeat and never get tired of it. Nor will he ever get tired of watching how Arthur reacts to this. He no longer has any doubt that they are compatible, despite how long it's taken them to get this far.

"Oh yeah?" he answers, the warmth of laughter in his tone. "Here's hoping I can finish strong with a high C." Don't worry Arthur, he can turn anything into an innuendo.

That's enough talking. Time for more than just a kiss. Now that Arthur's collapsed back onto the bed, Crichton's hand on his chest stays in place, resting, not pressing down. His other hand wraps around Arthur's shaft to help guide him to Crichton's waiting mouth. Time to blow baby blow.