Page 48 of Private Exhibit
“Daddy,” Devon whispered again, then moaned. “Daddy, please.”
“Please, what?” Andy asked, barely getting the words out between panted breaths. He looked down at Devon's precious little face, needing those incredible eyes on him.
Devon's chest heaved, but no words came out. It didn't matter, though. His face spoke volumes.Please. Anything. Everything.
Andy kissed him again.
Time faded. Their cold surroundings vanished as Andy lost himself in the most perfect experience of his life. Devon was so responsive. So needy. It was like the boy had been waiting his entire life for this moment and never wanted it to end.
So Andy gave it to him. Gave himself over to temptation and fed every whimper and tremble of need that he felt in Devon's body.
Andy finally stopped when he started feeling dizzy. He clung to Devon, desperately sucking in air, feeling like he might either faint or float away.
What. The. Fuck.
Andy whirled around, startled by the sudden intrusion.
“Junior,” Andy gasped. “Thank gods. Where the hells have you been?”
Junior clenched his hands into fists, staring at Andy like he didn't recognize him.What the fuck is going on?
“Language, young man,” Andy snapped.
Were youkissinghim?Junior demanded.
“So what if I was?”
You're not gay!
“Not that it's any of your business, but I'm actually bisexual.”
Ewww, Dad. I didnotwanna know that. But that's also besides the point.
“What is the point?”
“Andy?” Devon whimpered.
Andy tensed.Shit. He looked from Devon to Junior and back, seeing worry on one face and outrage on the other. Andy cupped Devon's jaw and gave him a quick, feather-light kiss. “I'll be right back, alright?” he murmured. “Everything's fine, I promise.”
Devon studied his eyes for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Alright.”
Andy gave him another kiss, then pulled back and looked at Junior. He pointed at the door to the morgue. “In there. Now.”
Junior rolled his eyes and stomped off, drifting right through the door without bothering to open it.
Andy winced, feeling a chill run through his body at the stark reminder that his son was dead. He let out a shaky breath, then drew himself up and opened the door, following Junior into the morgue. Andy quietly shut the door again before turning to face his son.
Junior paced in the middle of the stark, chilly space, his hands still in fists at his sides.
Andy crossed his arms over his chest.You wanna tell me what all that was about?he asked, finally remembering to keep the conversation telepathic so Devon wouldn't hear it. The poor boy didn't need to be witness to another argument.
You can't be gay!Junior yelled.
I just told you, I'm bi–
You're supposed to be with Mom!
Andy winced and let his arms fall to his sides.Kid, you know I can't be with Mom anymore.
