“We need Riley with us,” Luke said unsteadily, and Austin might have fallen in love with him right then. He moved to Riley’s bed and sat on the edge. Luke picked up the picture of Riley and joined him, and they stared at Riley’s smiling face.
Austin smiled in return. “We’ve lived next door to each other all our lives,” he began, wanting Luke to know their story, needing him to understand. “Best friends since I broke the fence when we were five and we snuck into each other’s yards to play. We became lovers early, both needing the comfort. Then Riley’s mom began to bring guys home to get wasted, and I’d spend the night with Riley to make sure he was safe.” He lifted a shoulder, trying to keep the misery from his voice. “He’s always been pretty—”
“Was he raped?” Luke interjected, the cold, clipped tones making Austin’s heart thump. They could have used a friend like him years ago.