It was after seven by the time he got home. He heard music playing in the apartment as soon as he opened the door. He stood for a moment in the darkness, listening for voices. He could hear Manco's soft laughter and his heart almost sank. Who was making him laugh like that?
He switched on a couple of lamps and progressed toward the bedroom. The door was ajar and he could hear Manco talking, but his words were obscured by the sexy, growly voice of Garou, one of their favorite artists to make love to.
Oh, my God. He's brought somebody to our house! What the fuck?
He pushed open the door and found his lover on the bed naked, his cock hard as he stroked himself, dictating into a small pocket recorder.
Manco looked up, smiled and switched off the recorder, crawling across the bed to him.
"Where have you been? I'm going crazy without you. DamnE" His fingers reached for Devon's face. "Do those scratches sting?"
Devon felt himself scuttle forward, his hips naturally jutting toward his lover's face. Manco buried his nose in Devon's crotch. To Devon's dismay, Manco began to cry.
NoEnot cry. Howl.
"What's wrong?" Devon dropped to his knees, taking his lover's face in his hands, kissing the tears that flooded Manco's beautiful face. "Baby, pleaseEtell me what happened."
Manco only grew more hysterical. Tears were not his thing. Never. The last time he'd seen Manco cry was when his grandmother died. He could still bust up at the mere mention of her name, but thisEthis seemed like a new trauma.