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your internet when we get home,” Martin said, retaking his seat.
    “My internet?” Marty lay his head back down on his dad’s thigh and stretched his legs out across the length of the sofa. “The internet is all mine now, huh? Like the entire thing?”
    Martin picked up the tattered paperback laying on the coffee table. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d read Interview with the Vampire , but each time was just as good as the last.
    “You keep goading me, Bathroom Singer, and I’ll let you deal with that wasp’s nest out by the dock tomorrow on your own.”
    Marty’s chest shook in mirth. “For your information, I tear up Dolly Parton’s Jolene in the shower and you know it. Hating on my voice is just—”
    Martin threaded fingers through his son’s sandy-blond curls, letting them catch briefly before pulling free. “I’ll show you hate. Now shut it. We’re reading tonight, right?”
    With that, Martin watched as an amused Marty reached over, grabbed his tablet, and ‘opened’ book fifty-seven in some Boy Wizard series.
    “Yeah, yeah. We’re readin’ tonight, Old Man.” As Marty settled in, Martin flipped to his dog-eared page. “Chocolate later, right?”
    During his own adolescence, Martin had acquired his lifelong taste for sweets, and he grunted now. “Yep. Dark chocolate Dove bites.”
    “Schweet! Gotta love the Dove!”
     

     
    They relaxed on the sofa, each quietly lost in their respective fictional worlds. Martin with his feet kicked up on the coffee table, and Marty still resting his head on his dad’s thigh. Martin held his book in one hand while the other rested on Marty’s torso—his thumb absently brushing small circles at the center of his son’s chest.
    “Chocolate?” Martin murmured.
    Distracted, Marty responded, “Uh huh.”
    When neither moved, Marty finally reminded him that he’d gotten the last pair of individually wrapped candies and it was Martin’s turn.
    After a few moments, Martin set down the paperback and grabbed the bag of chocolates. “Fine. But I’m unwrapping more than one apiece.”
    As his large fingers attempted to extract the candy from the foil, his son asked, “Dad?”
    “Yeah?”
    “How did the naked thing start?”
    Marty laid the tablet on his chest and turned his head. Martin felt his son’s head tilt back and wedge itself firmly between his thighs. He knew Marty got some sort of twisted pleasure out of watching him fight with the candy.
    Martin’s eyebrows were pulled together in concentration. “Um, I don’t know.” The foil had put up a plucky fight, but he’d finally won. “Yes! I got one.”
    Marty immediately opened his mouth and made an ahhh noise. Martin looked down and reluctantly released the chocolate into his son’s waiting mouth.
    “Spoiled Spawn,” he huffed before snatching up another of the foil puzzles. More often than not, what did and didn’t trigger Marty’s choking phobia still perplexed Martin. Apparently, his son was fine with Martin dropping chocolates into his open mouth.
    “My dad started bringing me up here when I was eight or nine…maybe even before that.” He shrugged. “Nudity’s just always been a part of Quillon’s Covert.”
    He paused and looked down at Marty. “Does it bother you?”
    His son stopped chewing and rolled his eyes. “You’re doing it again, Dad.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Talking to me like I’m a little kid.”
    Martin scanned the length of Marty’s body. There was no doubt his son wasn’t a little kid anymore. The baseball team track runs, the weight training, the nearly constant physical activity Marty enjoyed, all had an obvious effect on his maturing physique. The knowledge of how much that pleased the boy— the young man , he corrected himself—made him smile.
    He glanced at Marty’s crotch and wasn’t the least bit surprised the boy was sporting an erection. It had been nearly a week since the sunblock hardon , and Martin had good-naturedly needled him