"I don't think I can do this," Colin said again as he paced the apartment. One of Bill's shirts hung on his thin frame over a pair of sweats rolled up so they wouldn't drag on the floor.
He literally paced the apartment. He'd been in and out of every room as if looking for some place he felt safe. Bill had watched him worriedly as he did. It had been going on from the moment Marc called to tell them the boy who had died had been killed by the same people who had raped Colin. It had taken both of them, Bill at the apartment, Marc on the phone, to finally convince Colin to let Detective Keyes come by and talk to him.
"You can," Bill said firmly. "It's not only you involved anymore."
"I know, I get that," Colin replied angrily. "But damn it, Bill, what if…" he stopped pacing, staring down at the floor.
"First off, you're not going to break down, if that's what you're afraid of. And even if you do, I'll be here, and from what Marc said, this cop knows what he's doing. The last thing he'll want is to push so hard that you do."
Colin nodded. "I keep telling myself that, but…"
"Believe it, Colin." Bill held out a hand. "Come, sit. Try to relax."
Colin flopped down beside him, his mood changing suddenly as it was wont to do these days. "You going to help me relax?" he asked with a sly grin.
Bill shook his head in amusement. "I'll rub your back if it'll help but that's as far as I go." Then he remembered the condition of Colin's back. "Or maybe your feet would be better."
Colin kicked off his shoes and dropped his feet into Bill's lap. "It's a start. You can work your way up from there," he snickered.
"Colin, you are soooo…" Bill snapped his mouth shut as he started massaging his foot.
"Asking for it? Damned straight." Colin looked at Bill, his eyes darkening.
"Well, it's not happening. I happen to love Marc; I'm not betraying his trust."
"I'm good at what I do," Colin said in rejoinder, licking his lips slowly.
"I'm sure you are, but…" Bill sighed in relief when the he heard the buzzer. He almost jumped to his feet, glad to get away from Colin before things got more intense. The young man's offer was tempting in the most carnal way. Bill needed to get space between them, now.
When the detective announced himself, Bill buzzed him in. He smiled slightly to himself when he saw Colin sit up and run a hand through his hair to straighten it. With the young man's recent luck, the cop would be fifty, fat, and just this side of ugly.
Moments later there was a knock on the door and Bill went to open it.
Colin's eyes widened when he saw the man standing there. "Damn and double damn," he muttered under his breath.
Bill had to agree, although he wasn't about to say so. If this was the detective, and the badge he was flashing said it was, he was definitely not fifty, nor fat. Quite the contrary. Bill figured he was in his mid-twenties, and obviously lean and muscular.
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