"Uh. Oh. Fuck me, it's the thing those wanky suicidal celebrities do where you choke yourself to orgasm." Nathan laughed, because he had to, holding the tie that he had wrapped around his neck as he considered the word and how to spell it. Fuck. He was a really bad speller. He closed his eyes and tried to think. "E-R--"

He hesitated. Erotic. Like rot. So. "O-T--" Fuck. Oh! Oh! Like Tic-Tacs! "I-C."

Nathan grinned. "E-R-O-T-I-C. Ha! Take that, fuckhead."