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can happen again, whenever Ryan wants it to. Lo and behold – Ryan has joined the ranks of the sexually active. Hopefully. If Javier’s interested in seeing him again. Which he must be, right? Because the kiss he gave Ryan before sending him off was unmistakably, um, interested. And interesting. Very interesting, indeed, because Ryan keeps having inappropriate flashbacks to it during class, recalling the scrape of stubble against his chin, and how Javier had seemed just about ready to drag Ryan back into bed and fuck him a second time.
    Ryan is decidedly in favor of a second time. Or a third time. Or an nth time. His concentration is shot and he narrowly avoids getting a detention, but it’s worth it because he can visit Javier after school and find out what other uses Javier can put him to. Ryan likes being useful. It’s a virtue.
    The trouble is that Pete’s in Ryan’s English Lit class and in his Math class, and that Pete usually meets up with him for lunch and then after school, when they walk home together because of being a) childhood friends and b) neighbors.
    They live next to each other. Great.
    Until yesterday, Ryan had genuinely thought it was great, being able to go to Pete’s place and spend a couple of hours playing Super Mario Galaxy 2 on Pete’s Nintendo Wii. (Ostensibly while they’re supposed to be doing homework, but whatever. Pete’s smart enough to finish his homework quicker than Ryan is, and nice enough to let Ryan copy it.)
    Now, though, Pete’s next-door status will make it damned difficult for Ryan to sneak off to see Javier without raising unwelcome questions. Javier lives all the way across town, and Pete will wonder where the hell Ryan’s wandering off to, when they could be playing video games like they’ve been doing for years.
    By lunch , Ryan has made up and discarded no less than five different excuses, and is coming to the devastating conclusion that he might not be able to get away to see Javier, after all. Basically, he’s feeling like shit. Not to mention the occasional but nonetheless crippling attacks of guilt, when Ryan remembers that the guy he wants to bone is Pete’s bastard of a dad. The man responsible for Pete’s self-esteem issues. And Fiona’s terminal phobia of relationships.
    “You’re kinda distracted today,” Pete says, because Pete is far too observant.
    Ryan pretends to be absorbed in getting his books out of his locker. “Really?” he says. “I, uh, I think I’m doing all right.”
    “Dude,” says Pete, “you’ve been looking so constipated it’s starting to worry me.”
    “I’m not – I’m not constipated , for god’s sake. I’m – ” in lust with your father. Crap.
    “You’re what?”
    “I’m fine. Drop it.”
    “Did you have a fight with your dad? You almost never have those, but when you do, it gets you down.”
    The last thing Ryan wants is to be reminded that, while his dad is ten years older than Pete’s, he’s still a dad. Like Javier. Ryan does not need to classify his own dad and Javier in the same category. It’s disconcerting. “No. Nothing like that.”
    “So what’s up?”
    “Nothing,” other than my dick , “is up.”
    “Man, you’re being waaaaay too suspicious. You haven’t been like this since the day you came out to me and thought I’d stop being friends with you. Wow, you were such a moron.”
    “Thanks, Pete,” says Ryan drily, slamming his locker-door shut. “I said it was nothing. I meant it.”
    “Uh-huh.” Pete doesn’t look in the least bit convinced. “You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”
    “What? No!” But it’s too late; Ryan is already blushing, an incriminating blush that tells Pete everything he wants to know.
    “You are!” Pete crows. “You’ve found a boyfriend, haven’t you?”
    Oh, so be it, then. He’ll admit to half the truth, and hope that it’ll prevent Pete from finding out the other half. “He’s not – he’s not a boyfriend. He’s just,” Ryan