"I kinda," he faltered, almost wishing he could either remember all of the previous night or none of it, "I guess I led a guy around the dance floor while jerking him off?"

//I helped// Oh, yes. Bugsuit and all. Maybe the memory loss wasn't so bad if it meant no one would remember seeing The Blue Beetle making an appearance at a sex club.

Honestly, he would have been mortified--if not for that skilled mouth against his, reminding him of how good it had felt. "I'll admit," he muttered in between little pecks to Dean's lips and cheeks, "It was nice to just let go, screw the secret identity, and show off a little."