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each other. “I just . . . I mean . . .” He nodded toward the door of my bedroom. “He’s twenty feet away, Kevvy.”
    He pushed me back. “I can’t, babe. Not with him right there. What if he wakes up?”
    “We’ll hear him,” I panted, scooting myself back to where I’d just been. I liked that place. That was my happy place.
    Tony put his hands on my shoulders. “Honey, you know how we are when we get going. We wouldn’t hear a bomb, let alone a four-year-old ninja in footie pajamas.”
    “I promise,” I said, leaning in for a kiss, “we’ll be quiet.”
    Tony leaned back. “When are we ever quiet?”
    He had a point. “We could tie a bell around his neck,” I suggested. “Or put up a force field. Have those been invented yet?”
    “Sorry, babe. He’s only here for two nights. Think you can hold on for that long?”
    I grabbed his still steely cock through his dress slacks. “I don’t know. Can I? Wouldn’t someone notice?”
    “Ha, ha,” Tony said, not amused. “You really know how to hurt a guy, don’t you?” He removed my hand from its perch.
    “ Me hurt a guy?” I asked accusingly. “You’re the one trying to kill me with blue balls.”
    “Poor baby,” he said. His hand slid up my thigh toward my aforementioned body parts. “Are they really blue? Maybe I should take a look. . . .”
    Yes! Score one for the home team.
    “If you promise to be quiet,” Tony began.
    “Like a mouse . . .”
    “I mean, really, Kevvy . . .”
    “A mute mouse.” His hand reached my crotch and rested there. “A mute mouse wearing a gag.” He squeezed and I gasped. Quietly.
    “I guess we can . . .”
    Then the bomb went off.
    “Daddy,” came a small voice from the bedroom. “I’m tirsty. Can I have some water?”
    “Sure, sweetie.” Tony tossed me off his lap like I’d suddenly burst into flame. “One minute.”
    He walked, uncomfortably I’m glad to say, to the kitchen and returned with a half-full plastic kid’s tumbler. Just before going into the bedroom, he turned to me with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed.
    I nodded. “Me too,” I whispered.
    “Daddy?” Rafi called.
    “Right here, honey.”
    “Go,” I told him.
    “He’s probably just not used to being here. I’d better lie with him until he falls asleep. I’ll try and sneak back out when the coast is clear.”
    “Don’t bother,” I said, the words sounding sharper than I intended. I stood and turned my back to him, opening the sofa into a bed. “I mean, I’m beat, too. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Kevvy,” Tony implored.
    “Daddy,” Rafi whined.
    “Tony,” I barked. “Just go. I’m fine. Good night.”
    “Good night,” Tony said, sounding sad. He walked into the bedroom.
    “Nite, Kebbin!” Rafi called, happy now that his dad was in sight again.
    “Night, little man,” I responded.
    It was turning into the closing moments of The Waltons, only no one was in their right bed.
    I was tempted to go in and give Rafi another good night kiss, but I held back. He really was very sweet with me. He’d already taken to throwing his arms around me and saying “I love you, Kebbin,” and I always hugged him right back.
    I never answered in kind, though. I wasn’t quite sure how we all fit . I liked Rafi very much. But there was no connection there. I worried about getting too close to him and Tony changing his mind. Leaving me behind for the safer choices. It made me sad.
    I lay on the uncomfortable sofa bed. I thought of Tony twenty feet away yet in another world. One where he was a daddy, not another guy’s boyfriend. I knew he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to successfully combine the two. Another depressing thought upon which to dwell.
    Luckily, I had the pounding pain of my unrelieved and aching testicles to distract me.
    Lust hurts.

6
    Driven
    “He was even better,” Andrew whispered to me, although we were behind the closed doors of his glass-walled private office and no one