Chapter 14

“Noah, you were great out there on the stage,” Tom whispered in his ear, “and you don’t know how grateful I am. There will be more concerts, and in the not-too-distant future. By the way, I haven’t forgotten your honorarium. I’ll write you a check tomorrow.”

Noah hugged Tom back and retired to his bedroom in a bit of a daze. He hadn’t expected either the hug or the rush of feelings that had come with it. He stripped and crawled into his bed. He lay there for a long time, replaying the events of the evening in his head. He’d never slept naked, and he found the sensation of doing so to be erotic. He masturbated quickly, visions of Tom naked in the locker-room shower playing through his head.

The next morning, he padded naked to the bathroom and from there to the kitchen. Tom was at the counter, in roughly the same position as he’d been the day before. As Noah approached the kitchen table, Tom turned to set the glasses of juice down.

“I see you’ve joined the club,” Tom said.