??Sir??? Kevin whispered, putting a hand on his man??s bare upper arm. Was that a shiver?
??Go back to bed.?? The voice sounded empty and desolate. Joey pointed to the top bunk, the movement dislodging Kevin??s hand. Feeling rejected and close to tears, Kevin escaped into the small bathroom.
Gazing at his forlorn reflection in the mirror, Kevin felt a wave of disgust wash over him. This isn??t about you! Stop being so fucking self-centred! Your sir is hurting, and it??s up to you, you pathetic little wimp, to do something.
As Kevin took several gulps of water, a sense of calm determination began to diffuse through his body. He knew what he had to do. Though it scared him to his marrow, he knew there was no alternative