Chapter 94

“You don’t have to be a shrink,” Chad said excitedly, his eyes closed, still arched, making it a bit hard to tell exactly which thing he was more excited about—his idea or the metallic masturbation. “Support groups and stuff. The hospital, I bet, would set you up with people. I find groups to talk to and with about being gay. You could…”

Tucker must have looked as panicked as he felt, or maybe he stopped the motion at the end of his claws. Chad lowered himself and looked over. “Sorry. Too much. What works for me might not work for you.”

Tucker touched Chad’s cheek. He never forgot his hands weren’t there, but he was forgetting to worry about it. “They set me up with a shrink,” he said. “But he wasn’t as good as the guy you saw. We didn’t have sex.”

Chad chuckled.

“Whatever I worked out, whatever I’ve gotten over, I’ve done it on my own. I’m okay, maybe in just that one regard. And I’ve developed ways…I rub it against my gut or my thigh to feel skin against it. To—”