“You just wanted to get me up again,”Trevor teased.He kissed Zack again,concentrating onthe way their bodies responded to each other and trying desperately to ignore the whine of gears as the elevator continued to move.
Zack brushed a hand across the front of Trevor’s pants.“I think you’re already up…”he started as the elevator ground to a halt.As the doors opened,Zack’s eyes widened in surprise.“Oh shit.”
From behind Trevor came a man’s harsh voice.“Zachary Taylor Jackson!”Trevor turned to find an imposing man in a three-piece suit blocking the doorway.Older than Trevor by a good twenty years,with a receding hairline and ruddy,apoplectic cheeks,the man swelled with indignation until he seemed to block out the rest of the world.“Just whatis the meaning of this?”
To Trevor,Zack muttered,“Don’t say a word.”Suddenly he didn’t seem quite so drunk.Taking a step forward,Zack started,“Dad,look—”