Zupan had never been so glad to live so close to town, nor so grateful for the knowledge that his brother would not be home before four in the morning. It was deeply reassuring. He’d fumbled with his keys at the door, and Zander had touched him constantly as they had made their way home. Zupan was having a hard time keeping his breathing even, kept his eyes on the little twink the entire time, and could do nothing but imagine him getting out of his clothes. Once Zupan got the door open, he sat i