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act like it didn’t hurt. He was supposed to go along with me and not injure my male pride by being overly solicitous. He was supposed to pretend, along with me, that everything was perfectly fine even if it very obviously wasn’t.
    “I’m going to bed,” I said, turning to march upstairs.
    Daniel Qo followed.
    I took a shower, feeling generally miserable and very sorry for myself. I made the water as hot as I could stand it and let it pound against my back for many minutes.
    Back in the bedroom, I found Daniel in his white underwear, displaying his very finely muscled body.
    “Maybe I could borrow some pajamas?” he asked, smiling at me.
    I preferred seeing him just the way he was, but I nodded at the dresser. “Top drawer.”
    He retrieved a pair but did not immediately put them on. Instead, he approached me, surveying the bandage on my shoulder, frowning deeply, his concern very much apparent.
    “Shit, man,” he said, as if that was a complete sentence.
    “I think I’ll just go to bed,” I said, the painkiller making me feel groggy. “Just help yourself to whatever. Mi casa, su casa , all of that.”
    “You got the bandage wet,” he said, his voice accusing. I didn’t really give a shit, not at that moment. He took the towel from around my waist as I crawled naked into my bed, feeling suddenly like I couldn’t keep my eyes open a moment longer. I thought about how nice it would be if he would crawl into bed after me and press his brown body against my complaining, aching white one, maybe even bugger me while I was helpless to prevent him.
    It would be a perfect end to an otherwise crappy day.
    I eased myself back into the pillows. Daniel sat on the bed next to me, lifting the covers up to my chest. I pushed them down a bit, wanting him to see my bare chest, wanting him to get suddenly bold and daring. The business between my legs got a little hard at the thought.
    “Are you going to be all right?” he asked quietly.
    I would be, I thought, if you’d throw back these covers and fuck the daylights out of me. I would be if I could lay on my back with my legs spread watching you huffing and puffing—watching those muscles on your chest ripple and tingle, watching you catch your breath and groan and moan and carry on like a dog in heat.
    Oh Christ, I would be.
    He put a hand to my forehead, checking for a temperature. A needless gesture, but I didn’t complain.
    “You’re kinda hot,” he said with the hint of a smile in his eyes.
    “Yeah,” I said.
    He put his hand on my chest and rubbed a small circle as if I was a little boy with the flu and he was Mama Bear, all care and concern. Would he kiss me on the forehead next? I hoped so.
    “You sure you don’t need anything?” he asked.
    Pretending like I was relaxing and preparing to go to sleep, I pushed the covers down to expose my belly. I acted as though I always slept with the covers down to my crotch, a bulging cock evident for anyone who had the eyes to see. I closed my eyes and sighed. I hoped it was a provocative, come-hither sigh. In my grogginess, I wasn’t completely sure.
    Daniel made no effort to move. I was glad of that, but now, with my eyes closed, I could not see his reactions. The last thing I wanted was for him to get up and leave, thinking I was asleep. I opened my eyes. I let one hand drift over to him. It fell on his leg close to his underwear. I tried to be all nonchalant and everything, which was hard because I was so suddenly and inexplicably horny.
    “Why don’t I stay a while,” Daniel suggested. He put a hand on my chest, let it slide to my belly. “You look like you could use a little… help.”
    The hand slid down farther into the patch of pubic hair where the beast lurked.
    I let my own hand slide a little farther along his leg. I gripped the fabric of his underwear with my fingers, as if I wanted to buy it but had to finger it first to make sure it was the right material for my tastes.
    With a very smooth,