Chapter 69

So he kept his mouth shut, but on the phone when he talked to Geoff, Larry said, “You need to tell him this time. You need to mean it. If you’re serious about quitting—”

“I am,” Geoff assured him, the distance between them faint static on the line. “Don’t worry, he’ll know soon enough.”

Larry sighed, dreading the confrontation. He wanted it over with already. The band had been drawn out for far too long. “I miss you,” he said, for the hundredth time since Geoff had left. He lay on his bed in the late afternoon, one hand stroking his semi-erect dick through his shorts, wishing they were together instead of miles apart. “I’m counting down the days, you know.”

Geoff made a noncommittal noise. “Hmm.”

“I know that sound,” Larry said, grinning. “Are you playing with yourself?”

With a breathy laugh, Geoff moaned. “I like the sound of your voice pressed up against my ear.”