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free hand to keep the groan inside as he jerked and shot against the wall, body shaking with the echoes of pleasure. Despite the fact that his first time topping wasn’t going to be winning him any adult movie award nominations, it had always been his favorite jerk-off session. It had gotten him through lots of bad times, first at camp, no matter how many times he had to pray to be delivered from unclean behavior—and those fuckers went through his trash for evidence of spunk-filled tissues—but even after, after the night when Zeb had treated Silver like he was a piece of DNA-soaked trash.
    Silver stretched his jaw and pulled his hand free, glancing at the teeth marks in his hand. No scary infected blood, only dents.
    He angled the showerhead to rinse his jizz off the tiles, then got a bleach wipe from under the sink and wiped down the wall. He was going to stagger off to his room, but then he thought about the tub. He knew—but it didn’t seem to matter what he knew or had had explained to him in one of those skin-crawling counseling sessions at the clinic.
    He found the cleaner under the sink and sprinkled it over the tub.
    When the door banged open later, Silver was scrubbing the toilet.
    Quinn loomed over him. “What are you doing?” He rubbed his face.
    Silver figured he probably ought to be more freaked out by the fact that he and Eli’s boyfriend were both naked in the bathroom at the same time, but he was more embarrassed by what he was doing.
    “I’m cleaning.”
    “At oh five forty?”
    “I was awake.”
    Quinn scrubbed at his jaw some more. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”
    “Yup.” Silver scrambled to his feet, glad to not be eye level with Quinn’s dick anymore. “I’ll just—” He shoved the brush into its stand. “Uh, have a good day.” He sprinted back to bed, jammed the earphones in and put a pillow over his head.

    When Eli yanked off the pillow and pulled the buds out of Silver’s ears, it was bright in the room.
    “I’m sleeping, Eli.” He had been. At least he thought so. It had been like he blinked and Eli was there.
    “It’s almost eleven.”
    “So?” Silver reached for the pillow.
    Eli flung it out of reach. “So aren’t you late taking your pill?”
    “Fuck.” Silver flung the sheet off and put his feet down. If he was back on Tyson Street, this wouldn’t have happened. He’d never have slept this long on that skinny mattress, never have been comfortable enough to jerk off in the shower.
    I’m happy you’ve decided to begin the medication, but I want to make sure you understand the commitment, Silver. If you don’t follow the regimen, you’ll be creating serious problems for yourself in terms of managing the condition.
    Silver had assured the counselor that he could handle eating a meal and taking a pill at the same time every day, even if he wasn’t going to take them up on the offer of housing where he’d have to put up with inspections and other kinds of intrusions. He’d been doing pretty good. The pill he’d puked up Sunday had been the first one he missed in the two months since he’d started.
    Eli took the pillow with him as he went to his desk. “I kept some French toast warm in the oven, or you can nuke a waffle from the freezer.”
    Silver bit back a comment about not needing a mother, since the evidence wasn’t on his side this morning. He stood up and stretched.
    Eli dropped the pillow on the chair and headed for the door. “And you might want to put on some kind of pants. I don’t think there’s any furniture in the house we haven’t fucked on.”
    After Eli’s breezy exit line, Silver snatched his pillow off the chair and grabbed his briefs.
    Eli hadn’t gone as far as setting a place for Silver at the kitchen table, but as he carried his French toast and coffee in hand, Silver still approached it warily. No way would Eli be satisfied with Silver’s quick I’m over it. Everything’s fine explanation in the kitchen last