Chapter 99

Logan had learned to relax outside of Flynn’s bedroom. Between sessions. The boys pulled on underpants and raided the kitchen. When Riley wasn’t home, they didn’t bother covering up. The first couple of underwear times, Logan was visibly nervous in front of Riley, but she was so casual that he soon relaxed. She never commented on their attire, certainly didn’t tease them.

She had told Flynn, “Get him used to wandering around naked.”

“What’s your end game?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I just want us to have some fun with him.”

Flynn was hardly a sophisticate, but he no longer had a crush on Logan. He still liked him, liked him a lot, but now realized that he wasn’t the love of his life. Memories of Hana had given him a broader life perspective.

The afternoon trysts were intensified by the knowledge that James would be coming home at dinner time. There wasn’t a frantic urgency, but an awareness that time was precious.

Once in a while, Flynn stayed naked for a kitchen foray. This, it had taken Logan longer to adjust too. But again, Riley didn’t say anything, didn’t blink an eye.

It never had become the new normal, but Logan’s heart no longer raced so fast. “Dude, she _is_ cool.”

“Yeah, I think she was pretty wild when she was our age.”

“Really?”

“Think so.”

One afternoon, Riley nodded at her son. His return nod was barely perceptible. When the boys came back to the kitchen, she said, “Honey, your heart needs a touchup. Lie down on the table.”

She pulled his underpants off and tossed them casually away.

With Logan staring agog, she calmly, shaved and clipped, trimmed and shaped. Flynn was throbbingly erect because his little boyfriend was there. She casually held down his penis with one hand while she worked on the heart.

She rinsed him off, patted him dry, and planted a little kiss on the tip, “There, all pretty. Did I do a good job, Mr. Logan?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah, nice, super nice.”

Her exit line, “Let me know if you want a Riley Special yourself.”