down the volume. No point in attracting attention, should anyone happen to be walking past the boatyard.
And that means I can’t make any noises either.
He gazed at the screen, his breathing becoming shallow as he watched the scene unfold. His first thought was that Ryan had gone to a lot of trouble. This was no random link he’d sent.
There was a plot, for one thing. A teenager was visiting the home of a hot older man, making stupid excuses for his presence there. The older guy saw right through him, however, and they ended up fucking on the guy’s pool table. Robin’s gaze was glued to the screen, breathless as he watched the guy plow the twink’s ass, his cheeks hollowing as he thrust deep into the young man’s hole. Robin knew he had an hour, but that didn’t stop him from speeding up his hand. There was no way he wanted to be doing this when his dad got back. But fuck, it was awesome. Wicked. Hot as hell.
Thirty minutes later, he’d watched it three times, and shot his load twice. It had to be the best lunchtime ever, even if he spent the remainder of the time cleaning up and spraying the air to remove the smell of cum.
Okay, maybe I won’t kill Ryan after all. Looks like he has his uses.
There had to be some psychic connection between twins, because right then Ryan messaged him.
Had your lunch yet? Remember you need to eat too. You gotta keep up your strength. LMAO
Robin wasn’t stupid. He knew porn wasn’t real. But the scene had sown the glimmer of an idea. Maybe Ryan’s suggestion wasn’t so dumb after all. Could I do it? Because Ryan had been right about one thing—Robin was most definitely sexually repressed.
The only thing was this could go one of two ways. Mr. Quentin would either kick his butt and tell his dad, or it could end up being Robin’s luckiest day ever.
Dean opened his front door and knew instantly there was trouble. Lady was sitting in the middle of the hallway, looking for all the world as if she was waiting for him.
“Hey, cutie.” Dean put his bag down on the chair, then crouched to stroke her. “How long have you been sitting there, waiting for me?” He scootched her under her chin, and she purred, rubbing her head against his knee. “You miss me?”
A pitiful yowl came from the bathroom.
Oh God. Tigger. Dean had figured the safest place to leave him was in the bathroom. Lady gave all the signs that she didn’t mind the newcomer, but he wasn’t about to leave that to chance while he was at work all day. Maybe in a few weeks they could revisit the idea after he’d had the chance to watch the two of them together.
He opened the bathroom door and froze. “Oh my God.” The basket of cat toys sat untouched, but the rest of the bathroom wasn’t nearly as lucky. How much havoc can one small kitten wreak? The shower curtain was no longer hanging over the tub, but was lying on the floor in shreds, the hoops that had secured it to the rail lying with it. The rail was down too, hanging from only one end.
“What did that poor curtain ever do to you?” And where was the little monster?
Near the toilet, the tiled floor was decorated with shredded toilet paper, the roll on its holder, empty. The bottles of shampoo and bodywash he’d left around the side of the tub were now on the floor, and the contents of both had created a sticky mess. On the sink, his toothbrush was no longer visible. God knew where the little bastard had hidden it.
Lady sat regally at the threshold, and Dean glared at her. “You’re senior kitty. Why didn’t you do something?”
Lady stared back at him, and he could almost hear the words. He was in the bathroom, asshole. You wanna wait while I grow opposable thumbs?
Dean snorted. “Well, I’m sure as hell not gonna accept responsibility for this.” He shook his head. “Look at me. I’m having a conversation with my cat.”
At this point, Tigger poked his head up above the edge of the tub, and a plaintive meow filled the air. Dean walked over and picked him up. He lifted him into the air, looking into the little kitten’s face. “You got stuck, didn’t you?” Tigger’s response was yet more plaintive meows. He sighed. “I sure got your name wrong,