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and socks. He eyed the boy’s tight leather pants. Not really comfortable for sleeping in. “Adam, you need to take these pants off. I’m going to help you, okay?”
    Joe pushed Adam so he was on his back, and Adam went without a fight. Quickly, Joe bent over and unbuttoned Adam’s pants. They didn’t even have a zip for God’s sake. Joe’s hands were shaking as he undid them.
    Fuck.Adam had gone commando. Joe sat down on the bed, totally at a loss. He looked over at Adam. The boy breathed steady and even—he was fast asleep.
    Joe could do this. For God’s sake, he was a Dom. He spent most evenings around completely naked men and women, so why the hell was he getting in such a twist about this?
    Decision made, Joe stood up again and unfastened the last two buttons on Adam’s pants. He swallowed, felt like he hadn’t had a drink in days, like he’d just crossed the Sahara or some shit. Shaky hands eased the black leather over slim hips, and Adam’s cock peeked out. Not hard or anything, but just there. Looking at him. Shit. Joe was so totally fucked. He finished pulling Adam’s pants off and doing his best not to look, gently turned Adam on his side, and pulled the comforter over him. He pulled one of the pillows down and carefully slid his hand under Adam’s neck to ease his head up a little. He was just laying him down when Adam sighed a little and bent his head.
    Joe went completely still. Adam’s cheek fit perfectly in his cupped hand. Adam even bent a little more and rubbed his cheek on Joe’s palm. Joe’s heart was beating so loudly he was convinced his neighbors could hear it. In fact, the lead news item on television the next day would probably be some shit about an ex-Orlando detective dropping dead of a heart attack.
    Joe shook his head, made his legs work, tried very hard to ignore the other part of his body. Very hard— urghh. He opened his dresser and fished around for a pair of shorts. He headed for the shower that joined to his bedroom, and he had no intention of making it cold. After all, it was his shower and about time it was christened. When he was done, he would head for the couch.
    Fuck. Joe banged his head against the wall. He didn’t have a couch. The store actually tried to deliver one yesterday, but as usual Joe had been late at work. Now he definitely needed a shower.
    Joe turned the shower on. He knew it was fancy, could be pre-programmed and all that, but right now he was too distracted to care. Joe got in and stood under the beating spray. God that was good.
    He leaned forward against the wall, the hot water pounding his neck. How had he got himself into this? That boy. If he was going to be honest with himself, he’d been watching the boy for weeks.
    He squeezed some gel out onto his palm and started soaping himself up. His hands trailed lower, to his cock. Joe lazily palmed himself and tried to think about Callie, or Sarah from the club. Callie was a nice handful, the way her hips swung when she danced, two cute blond pig-tails bouncing along with some very nice tits. More than a handful. Very nice. Joe rubbed a little harder.
    He must have been more tired than he thought. It looked like his dick wasn’t getting the exciting picture Callie presented. Joe nearly groaned. No, his dick was completely uninterested. God, maybe he was getting old. Thirty-one and he felt about fifty some days. Two failed marriages he really didn’t want to think about. His dick was completely limp. It was a complete waste of a good shower. Joe sighed and washed his hair, not that he had much hair to wash—more like a fuzzy scalp really.
    Joe turned the water off and toweled himself dry. Where the fuck was he going to sleep? He didn’t even have spare bedding to use to go lay on the lounge floor, and no pillows except the ones on the bed.
    Joe opened the bathroom door quietly after donning his shorts. He grinned. Adam was curled into a ball and snoring softly. He eyed the bed warily. It was huge,