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holding the weight of the world and suddenly someone had relieved him of the load—for a little while at least.
    It might only be sex between them, but Lon could tell when someone needed a little bit more. Just a little bit of something to show that they weren’t alone, that someone cared. He reached out, cupped Casey’s jaw, and drew him near so he could kiss his forehead. “Let’s go, mate.”

Chapter 2

     
    C ASEY FOLLOWED Lon out into the darkness and felt like weeping in gratitude. Lon was going to be with him tonight. Lon would keep the wolf from the door.
    The nightmares were closing in on him. Tonight in his grandmother’s small unit, it felt like the walls had moved in and the roof had fallen down. He’d felt claustrophobic and woke to find himself perspiring from some unknown dream.
    No—that was a lie. He knew what the dream was about. It was the same every time.
    He had to escape from that small cabin. His grandmother was sound asleep in her bed with her hearing aids on the small cabinet beside her. She didn’t realize the frequency of his nightmares—or how bad they’d been since RJ had called the week before.
    Casey had dressed and slipped out to walk along the beach in the darkness. His last stop had been the shower rooms—usually deserted at this time of night—where he’d finished up staring at his reflection. He tried telling himself that he was now an adult and his father had absolutely no influence over him. He told himself that he was no longer helpless, that he knew what was right and what was wrong, that his father couldn’t reach him all the way over here in Perth, that he was big enough to strike back—to fight back. But he could see in his eyes that he was still a scared little boy.
    Then Lon walked out of the cubicle and Casey’s heart stopped. Lon was big, muscled, hairy, confident, self-assured, handsome, and tough. Casey knew he was taking a risk when he begged to suck dick, but for those minutes that Casey was with Lon, his father was no longer in his space. Lon was so big that it left no room for anyone else. Casey was consumed by desire, lust, and the need to make that big man happy.
    He knew as he took care of Lon’s needs that just because the man was accepting a blow job from another guy, it didn’t mean he was gay. A blow job is a blow job, right? It doesn’t matter if the mouth is male or female. But then Lon had done the kindest thing that anyone had done for Casey in a long while. Lon had asked him what he wanted. Most people either assumed they knew what he wanted, or thought that Casey was so fucked up that he couldn’t make a rational decision.
    Lon had asked Casey if he wanted his mouth, his hand, or his fingers. It was a hard choice. All of the above? Lon’s willingness to reciprocate pleasure indicated that he was in fact gay. Thank the Lord! But it was the appreciative looks afterward that sealed it for Casey. Lon’s big body had sheltered Casey, making him feel safe enough to come—something that he hadn’t done in the presence of another body for ages. And now Lon was taking Casey with him to his bed.
    Lon’s van was pretty standard. Rusting, white-fading-to-gray exterior, deflated tires, and with a large annex attached. The spiderwebs and weeds underneath the van proclaimed that it hadn’t been moved for ages. The annex was made of army-green canvas and Lon pushed inside, allowing Casey to follow through the flap. It had a canvas floor that had been covered with a couple of large foam mats. There was a single reclining lounge chair in front of an unplugged TV on a pile of boxes, a small, square table with three chairs, and a stack of plastic tubs in one corner. The room was illuminated with the exterior light on the caravan.
    Casey watched with interest when Lon stripped the towel from his muscled body as soon as he was inside. He draped the towel over the back of one of the chairs at the table and continued inside, into the caravan. There was a