Chapter 15

He could tell by the other man’s small sounds and restlessness that he was not asleep. Even if it took more courage than facing down the federal agent, he had to ask. “I think I could help you relax. Will you let me? I’m told I give a damn fine BJ.”

He heard Blaine’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a pregnant pause. Then after a moment:

“Did I just hear what I think I heard? You’re kidding, right?”

“Dead serious,” Daz replied. “Lower that zipper a few more inches and I’ll prove it.”

Another silence followed by the small gritchy sound of the zipper. Even though the light was faint, he was pretty sure it had gone down and not up. Daz rolled over to get up on all fours and then shifted to kneel on the edge of Blaine’s pad and bag.

“You’re crazy, kid.” Blaine’s voice sounded raspy, rough with weariness, emotion, or maybe just the impact of this whole surreal day.