Martin laughed, gave Colin’s d**k a quick squeeze, then let it go in preference for the iPad, which Colin had brushed against Martin’s other hand.
Martin rapidly pressed the button at the bottom of the screen, and a male voice issued from the speaker. “Colin, meet Daniel,” Martin said, running a finger across the glass, making the thing read aloud the names of the icons under his finger.
“Cool,” Colin said, glad his man would be able to use the device, too.
Colin worried his gift to Martin would be disappointing in comparison. But he thought that every year, and every year Martin said that having Colin in his life was gift enough. Colin didn’t get it; he knew he was nothing special.
“What is it?” Martin asked, holding the still-wrapped box that Colin had handed him.
“Open it, then you
