The next morning, Gabe woke with a start as if a spike had jabbed him in his heart. When he saw Deuce, he jumped up out of bed as if he were afraid it would catch on fire. While he paced, everything that happened last night came back to him. Every dirty word uttered, every unclean thought he’d had. Satan couldn’t have been happier with him at that moment. While he marched from one end of the bedroom to the other, he looked down at Deuce, waiting for him to wake up.
What excuse could he give for his behavior the night before? It was the heat of the moment—the time was right—the Earth fell off its axis—the planets were aligned just right, what? The truth was, he was horny as hell, and Deuce was the object of his affections. He’d practically forced him. What the hell was wrong with him? He c
