Jared’s friends with Dakota, who sleeps with James, and James ran a studio with Little Bear before Little Bear moved to Portland with Brent, Luther’s hairdresser.

“Hold on,” gasps Jared. “I’m mmff. I’m trying to figure out if this is incestuous.”

“Of course. The dating pool in this town is the kind you fill with a hose.” Luther strips off Jared’s tie, kisses his neck.

“It’s just disappointing–if I’m breaking taboos I should feel dirtier, you know?”

“Baby,” drawls Luther, “this ain’t wrong less’n you get knocked up…”

“That didn’t do it,” Jared laughs, but pulls his shirt off anyway.