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Qhuinn woke up with a hard-on

He lay on his back, his hipsthat erection against the weight of the duvet and the sheets For a e before true consciousness arrived, he i the friction, theup and downin a preamble to some mouth action

It hen he reached out to bury his fingers in that red hair that he realized he was alone: His hands found only sheets

In a fit of hope-springs-eternal, he threw out an ar the space next to him, ready to find that warm, male body

Just more sheets That were cold

"Fuck," he breathed

Opening his eyes, the reality of where he was hit hard and deflated his arousal In spite of the hookups, those two aht now, at this verysex with the guy

Oh, God, he was going to throw the hell up

The idea that Blay was touching another, riding another, licking and stroking another - his fucking cousin, as a matter of fact - was nearly as unbearable as the Layla shit The fact of the one down, any attraction Qhuinn had for the guy had been nified instead of diood news

It ith absolutely no enthusiased himself out of bed and into the bathrooht on, had no interest in seeing that he looked like dog shit, but shaving with nothing save touch to go by was not the brightest idea

As he flicked the switch, he blinked hard, a headache starting to pound right behind both his eyes No doubt he needed to eat again, but for fuck&039;s sake, his body&039;s relentless de the water in the sink, he picked up his Edge shaving gel and filled his palether to puff the stuff up, he thought about his cousin He had a feeling, although he didn&039;t know it for certain, that Saxton would use an old-fashioned brush to suds his jaw and cheeks up And no Gillette razors for hi with a mother-of-pearl handle

Qhuinn&039;s father had had one of those And his brother had been given one with initials on it after his transition

Along with that signet ring

Well, good for theiven that those tere both dead, it wasn&039;t like they were shaving anymore

When his face was covered hite, just like the landscape outside, he picked up his regular, pedestrian Mach 3 with its disposable head

For no apparent reason, he thought maybe he should put a new one on

Yeah, like a fresh, super-sharp, clean one

Qhuinn rolled his eyes at hi your self-worth wrapped up in three little blades and a ical, that one

Self-adh the drawers under the counters, pulling the all manner of bath and beauty crap that he never used, never looked at

Pulling out the last drawer, the one closest to the floor, he stopped Frowned Bent down

There was a little black velvet box in there, the kind of thing you put jewelry in Except he didn&039;t own any, and certainly not frohbrow place don As no one else stayed in his room, he wondered if maybe it had been there since he&039;dthe box out, he flicked the lid and -

"Son of a bitch"

Inside, like they orth sos, as well as the hoop he&039;d alorn in his lower lip

Fritz ht, and put them in the box Only explanation - because Qhuinn certainly hadn&039;t bothered with them after he&039;d taken them out one by one He&039;d just tossed them in the back of one of the bathrooered the steel links, thinking back to when he&039;d bought them and put them in His father had been mortified; his mother, too - to the point where she&039;d excused herself from Last Meal and taken to her private quarters for a full twenty-four hours after he&039;d waltzed into the dining roo place had told him not to put the hoops in until the studs that had been used to make the holes had had a chance to heal up But that advice was for huo and he&039;d done the swap

In Blay&039;s loo, as athe uy&039;s bedroo TV His head had turned, his expression open and relaxed - until he&039;d taken a look at Qhuinn

His face had tightened up ever so subtly The kind of thing that, unless you knew a person really, really well, you wouldn&039;t notice But Qhuinn had

At the time, he&039;d assumed it was because the obvi-Goth shit had been a littleback on it, he recalled so else Blay had refocused on the plasma screenand casually taken a pillow and put it on his lap

He otten hard

As Qhuinn recast that whole scene in his head, his own sex thickened again

Except that was a waste of tioddaer and his fucked-up idea of what he had to have to be happy in life

A female If he could find one who&039;d take him

Whata liethat would have been

Funny, cowardice came in many for in a corner, shaking like a pussy and sniveling Hell no You could be a big, loud noise with a tough attitude and a face full of piercings and a snarl to show the worldand still be nothing but a cocksucking coward After all, Saxton ht wear three-piece suits and cravats and loafers, but thewhat he wanted

And what do you know, Blay aking up in the guy&039;s bed