Chapter 32

The stick—a different one, presumably—lightly touched Frank’s cheek. “Look,” Liam said. “At…mmm-me.”

Frank glanced up, and met Liam’s gaze. Then he looked at the stick, which had moved from his cheek to his neck, then down his chest, to the waistband of his undershorts. He gulped. Past there, Liam used it to poke at the fly and what grew behind it. “Whoa, Big Guy,” Frank said. Their eyes met again, and Liam’s widened. Was he asking permission? Frank took his lower lip between his teeth and barely nodded, just in case it was not that at all.

The move was apparently taken as consent. Using the forked end of the twig like two fingers, Liam went back to the elastic with the thin blue-and-yellow stripe. He gently, quite nimbly, pulled it down to reveal a plethora of hair and the top of Frank’s swelling organ. He’d eventually expose it fully. Actually, it virtually popped out on its own and pointed straight at Liam. “Good?”