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with him, at least.”
    “Yeah, we wouldn’t have to because he’d never talk to us again.”
    Lucas’s hand stilled. “You think so? Really?”
    “He’d totally freak if he knew the truth. Come on, you know his type. Meathead jock. He and his friends aren’t exactly PFLAG members.”
    “He might surprise you.”
    Nate stared at the ceiling. “If he doesn’t, then he’ll tell Mom and Dad and…”
    “And what? Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe they’ll accept it. Accept you. Us.” Nate shook his head, and Lucas went on. “I wish I’d told my dad before he died. He never really knew me, in a way.”
    Nate stroked Lucas’s cheek with the back of his fingers and watched him with sad eyes. “I know. It’s different with my family, though.”
    “Why?”
    “It just is, libn .”
    “What does that mean?”
    Nate didn’t answer, but kissed Lucas softly and rolled on top of him. He was wet from the shower, but as his tongue stroked the inside of Lucas’s mouth and his hands moved lower, Lucas found he didn’t mind.
    He was definitely skipping class.

Chapter Four
     
    As the lecture hall filled up, Lucas watched the students filing in, waiting to spot Casey. It was a few weeks into classes, and they always sat together in twentieth-century lit. Lucas looked forward to seeing him; it was nice to have a friend at school, since he and Nate rarely crossed paths during the day. Finally, just as the professor took his spot at the front of the room, Casey bounded up the stairs and plopped down in the chair Lucas had saved for him.
    Casey grinned, his dimples showing. “Thanks, man.”
    The lecture began, and Lucas diligently took notes as the professor instructed on the history of the early part of the twentieth century and its impact on literature. Lucas was also taking an English historical survey class that started with Beowulf , and it was nice to hear a lecture on a century he was at least familiar with.
    After class, he and Casey walked outside together. The summer was hanging on late in September, and Lucas was actually looking forward to some fall weather.
    “Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” Casey asked.
    “Nothing big. Doing some reading, I guess.” Having mind-blowing sex with Nate. Never getting out of bed .
    “One of the frats is having a blowout. You should come.”
    “It’s not really my scene.”
    “Well, if you change your mind, it’s over at Zeta Psi.” Casey checked his watch. “You feel like an ice cream? When’s your next class?”
    “Not for an hour. Sure, is there anything around here?”
    “Follow me.”
    Casey led the way through Washington Square Park to an ice-cream truck, its bell ringing merrily. Lucas went for a chocolate dip while Casey chose a vanilla/chocolate swirl. They sat on a bench in the park, which was swarming with activity. Students laughed and talked in groups, older men studied chessboards closely, and dog walkers followed their furry companions.
    “I love this city.” Lucas took a long lick of his cone.
    “Where are you from?”
    “All over the place. My dad moved around a lot. The Midwest, Michigan. Nowhere as big or cool as New York, that’s for sure.”
    “Where’s he living now?”
    Lucas felt a familiar tightening in his chest, although the pang wasn’t nearly as strong as it once was. “He died. Cancer.”
    “Shit, I’m sorry.” Casey’s ever-present smile was gone.
    “No, no, it’s okay.” Lucas took a big lick of his ice cream.
    “Oh, you’ve got…” Casey pointed to Lucas’s cheek. “On the left.” Lucas swiped at his face and Casey smiled. “No, my left. Your right.” Lucas tried again to wipe off the errant bit of chocolate and they both wound up laughing, as Casey reached over to brush his cheek.
    “Lucas?”
    Nate stood about ten feet away, watching with an unreadable expression. Lucas wiped at his face again, knocking Casey’s hand away before standing. He felt strangely as if he’d been caught doing something