Hobbled by John Inman Page B

gone.
    Luke’s room was empty.
    Danny looked down and realized his hands were shaking.

Chapter 5

     
    L ESS than a minute later, Danny’s doorbell rang.
    Danny tugged on his shorts, then grabbed a baggy dress shirt out of his closet and pulled that on too. He had to do something to camouflage the hard-on making his shorts balloon out in front like a pup tent. What if it was old Mrs. Trumball asking to borrow a cup of gin? Wouldn’t want to scare her to death.
    Danny awkwardly plodded down the stairs to the front door, making an unholy racket on the stairs with his cast. He expected to open the door to find some jackass Jehovah’s Witness spouting Bible verses, or some Girl Scout maybe, looking all hopeful and trying to unload a trunkful of Lemon Snickereens, or whatever the fuck they were. Although it was a little late in the evening for Girl Scouts to be roaming around trying to earn merit badges. A little late for Jehovah’s Witnesses too. But Danny wasn’t exactly thinking straight, since all the blood that usually sloshed around in his brainpan had pretty much migrated south to his pecker. He supposed it was a miracle he could think at all.
    When he pulled open the front door, the last thing Danny expected to see standing on his front porch was Luke. But there he was. Oddly enough, he was once again wearing the clothes Danny had just watched him remove not more than five minutes earlier.
    Luke’s beautiful grin was back, and he was aiming it directly at Danny’s startled face.
    “If you want to watch me undress,” Luke said. “We can do it a lot closer than from one house to the next.”
    Danny’s heart gave a jump. “I—I—”
    “Mind if I come in?” Luke asked with an easy grin.
    “I—I—”
    Luke gave his head a little nod, as if he wasn’t surprised by Danny’s stammering. Disappointed maybe, but not surprised.
    “In that case,” he said, “I’ll just undress right here.” And with that, Luke pulled his muscle shirt over his head and dropped it at his feet.
    When Luke hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and prepared to push them downward, all the while staring directly into Danny’s widening eyes, Danny finally got a grasp on what the hell was going on. Without thinking too much about what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed Luke’s arm to yank him through the doorway and out of view of any neighbors who might be snooping around, eyeballing his front porch. “Are you nuts?”
    Luke giggled as Danny closed the front door behind them. “Are you ?” Luke asked. “I’m not the one with the binoculars. Spying on the new guy next door and all.”
    Danny could feel his ears burning like maybe they were going to burst into flames. It was all he could do to get the words out, but he finally did. “You—you saw me?”
    “Clear as day,” Luke smiled. And oddly enough it was a pretty normal smile. The guy didn’t seem mad or anything. Just maybe… amused. “The streetlight is aimed right at the side of your house, you know. I even saw your hard-on.” Luke gazed down at Danny’s crotch, hidden now under the baggy shirt.
    Most of the blood had left Danny’s crotch, by this time, and was making a beeline north, traveling back to his head. He could feel it surging into his cheeks. “You did?”
    “Yep,” Luke said, dragging his eyes back up to Danny’s face. “I liked seeing it too.”
    Again, Danny said, “You did?” His voice was softer this time, soft and breathless, even though his heart was banging away beneath his ribs as if a blacksmith were pounding on it with a ten-pound hammer. As shocked and embarrassed as he was, Danny could still not stop his eyes from sliding away from Luke’s handsome face to contemplate that heavenly body below. And with Luke’s shirt crumpled on the floor at their feet, Danny had an excellent view.
    He gazed at Luke’s wide, pale shoulders. At the sprinkling of blond hair scattered across Luke’s chest between those two perfect