Hobbled by John Inman Page A

could trouble you for that bucket of water we talked about earlier.”
    Danny nodded. “Sure. And I’ll hook up the hose and leave the end of it by the hedge so you can get more water anytime you want.”
    “Then I won’t be bothering you,” Luke said.
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    A look of such wounded misery crossed Danny’s face that Luke reached across the table and patted his arm. After he finished patting, he left his hand laying there, comfortably nestled in the hair on Danny’s forearm. Danny looked down at it.
    “I was kidding,” Luke said.
    And Danny nodded. “Oh.”
    “See you tomorrow?” Luke asked.
    “Sure,” Danny answered. “See you tomorrow.” And he dredged up a smile. “I’ll look forward to it.”
    “Me too.”
    And with that, Luke was gone. Danny heard him yelling for Granger to stop tormenting the cat and come on home. Then Danny heard Granger give a happy yip.
    Danny clumped around the kitchen in the already too-silent house, cleaning up the mess he and Luke had left after eating everything in the fridge. Pretty soon Frederick came stalking through the back door. He looked like he had been groomed with an electric mixer. To say he wasn’t happy would have been understating things considerably. He was royally pissed off, is what he was.
    Frederick gave Danny a hateful look, then cast a surly glare at his cat dish, which the damn dog had been eating from and which now had dog cooties all over it. At least that was what Frederick looked like he was thinking.
    When Danny grinned at him, it was the last straw. Frederick spat, then marched through the kitchen door and headed for the stairs, tail high, flashing his ass in Danny’s face. He was off to lick his wounds. And probably plot revenge.
    “Lighten up!” Danny screamed, as Frederick disappeared through the door. Then to himself, he muttered, “Stupid cat.”
     
     
    E XACTLY four hours later, Danny stood in his darkened bedroom with a raging hard-on. He had a firm grip on that hard-on with one hand, while the other hand had a firm grip on the binoculars he was holding to his eyes. He was so turned on, his legs were shaking.
    Across the yard, and over the top of the moving van parked in the driveway next door, Danny watched as Luke peeled off his clothes and flung them across what was apparently his brand-new room. A newly erected bed sat in the middle of the room, sheetless, the mattress new, still wrapped in plastic. There were curtains on Luke’s window but they were the curtains that had always been there, even when the house was vacant. They were pushed wide open now, the room well lit.
    Naked as a jaybird, Luke was the most beautiful thing Danny had ever seen. Danny held his breath when Luke stepped around the edge of the bed and moved closer to the window. He walked like a god, Danny thought. His limbs were pale and perfectly formed. His body strong. As Luke moved, his cock swayed gently in the patch of reddish pubic hair it nestled in. There was a grace to the way Luke crossed the room and to the way his cock swayed as he walked that made Danny’s heart ache. Flaccid, as it was now, Luke’s cock was beautiful. Unthreatening. Danny longed to see it hard. Hard and hungry. He wondered how unthreatening it would be then.
    Watching, and thinking these thoughts, Danny gave his cock a gentle stroking. He shivered when the head of his dick brushed the cool window glass.
    Danny was so rapt by the beauty of what he was watching, he failed to notice when Luke stopped directly in front of his bedroom window and peered outside. It was only when Luke cupped his hands around the side of his face and leaned in toward the glass to better see through the darkness that Danny realized his peril.
    Could Luke see him?
    Quickly, Danny stepped back away from the window, moving deeper into the shadows of his unlit room. When he finally got the nerve to take another peek in Luke’s direction, he was surprised to find Luke was