The reporter’s pain was so palpable, Gary would have rolled off, if Drake’s desperation weren’t equally tangible. He wouldn’t force himself on anyone, but this wasn’t exactly force. Still, it was borderline. Gary had a feeling Drake would hate himself in the morning.
What was he doing? He so didn’t need to be mixed up with someone like Drake. The man was a nasty piece of work, but apparently, even nasty pieces of work sometimes hurt. That pain contained more than a modicum of self-disgust, if he wasn’t mistaken. Great. All he needed was a self-hating queer. Of course, he could take his pleasure and walk. Drake might screw him over on the article, but he couldn’t see Drake writing about how Gary Caldwell had seduced him. Not that Drake seemed to need a great deal of inveigling. Encourageme
