Was Will lying to him?
* * * *
It was Friday morning, and Quincy was freaking the hell out—again.
“Ty! Something isn’t right.”
Ty sighed. “What happened?”
Quincy rubbed his forehead. “I…we…eh…Oh, f**k it! We jerked off together—”
“Nice! I approve.”
“No!”
“No? It wasn’t good?”
Quincy huffed in frustration. “Yes, it was good, for me.”
“What do you mean for you?” The constant tap of the keyboard on Ty’s end stopped. “What happened?”
“Well…” Quincy sighed and slumped on the sofa. “I came like a geyser—”
“Congrats.”
“Thanks.” Quincy snorted. “And he sent me a picture of him…coming too.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah, well, yeah…But he wrote he was taking a shower, and I watched in the window—”
“No, Quinny! Stop the f*****g stalking.”
“He wasn’t taking a shower, Ty! And I’ve watched the picture
