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draft he’d been slaving over. You and I were supposed to bring dessert, but I can do it since you’re probably busy.
    I like baking, and Linda Kay loves to help. If that’s okay?
    It was, because Paul had planned to pick up a package of cookies from the grocery store. Now he didn’t have anything to bring, though. He’d bring some beer. And Sprite for Kyle.
    Sounds great. Thanks. He sent the text, and then on an impulse sent a second. Do you want me to give you a ride?
    He blushed and scolded himself for stupidity. Why had he offered that? Wasn’t he supposed to be not engaging with Kyle?
    I don’t want to pull you away from your friends. I’ll have to leave by six to go home and get ready for work.
    Paul relaxed, realizing what had been his subconscious drive to make the offer. Actually that works out perfectly. Gives me an excuse to leave early. It’s nothing against them, but they get kind of —he hesitated, trying to figure out how to word it— coupley. Except autocorrect switched it to couple as he sent, so now he sounded like an idiot. He tried again. I mean that they’re all caught up in each other, and I’m the odd man out.
    Sounds like every family gathering with my siblings. Sure, I’ll take a ride. Thanks. When should I be ready?
    Marcus would bitch if they got there too early. How about I come around 2:15 and you show me the snow sculptures?
    I’ll be ready. With dessert.
    There was nothing lewd about that comment, but Paul was still ridiculously aroused when he put the phone down and went to the shower. He jacked off, thinking he needed to get sex out of his system, but as he leaned on the wall, hot spray beating into his chest as he stroked himself, all he could think about was the night before. When Kyle had backed him into the door. When Kyle had been angry and cocky.
    If I got you in the same room as a bed, it wouldn’t be my ass sore in the morning.
    Paul’s decidedly empty ass clenched at the memory, but his cock only got fuller. None of the frustrated, empty masturbation sessions that had plagued him lately. Even the ache at knowing he’d be the odd man out at the potluck had faded. In the safety of his fantasies, he let that saucy promise play out. Imagined Kyle pushing him onto his bed. Looming over him as the guy who had told Paul off, not the winking, cheerful innocent who waved at visitors from behind the nurses’ station at the care center. When this imaginary Kyle pushed Paul’s legs back, real-life Paul leaned on the shower wall. When Kyle teased his entrance, Paul’s balls drew up. When Kyle pushed inside, Paul let out a huff of breath and stroked himself faster.
    When Kyle kissed him, hard and demanding as he buried himself to the hilt, Paul came all over the wall. He made such a mess he had to get out paper towels and dig splooge out of the grout and the crevices of his hot water handle. He was glad for the chore, because it gave him something to focus on other than the fact that he’d just gotten off to imagining Kyle Parks fucking him.
    Paul got off to a Kyle fantasy again on Saturday morning, one so intense he was late for his scheduled visit to his parents. After bailing on them the week before, he’d promised he’d come by for Saturday dinner, and though the overnight snow squall had stopped, the plows hadn’t been down his parents’ road, making it clear he should have left twenty minutes earlier to be on time. This meant as he pulled up to the farmhouse, his father was outside, ostensibly fussing with the sidewalk to make sure it was clear, but mostly being available to watch for Paul and deliver the greeting Paul had known was coming.
    “You’re late. Your mother’s been worried sick.”
    “Sorry. I texted.” Paul held out his hand. “Here, Dad, let me do that for you.”
    Larry waved this offer away. “It’s fine. Tim came by early this morning. Plowed the drive, cleared off the walk.”
    Tim was Paul’s brother-in-law, who lived a few miles over and