Zeno felt himself stiffen beneath satin sheets, ready to resume Patrick's warm, sensuous embrace that had soothed him like long delicate fingers ravishing him with an incurable passion. He smiled and considered rousing him for his own selfish purpose when he heard voices; one Zelta's frightened and apologetic from the living room, the other Abel’s raging in a fury.
He sprang up, his eyes widening in soundless horror. He wiped his mouth, looking down at Patrick whose frosty bang hung over his face and his smile was stunning and boyish in his undisturbed slumber. "Patrick," he whispered in his ear huskily, then shook him gently. “Patrick, you must get up.”
Patrick stirred without opening an eye, mumbling indistinct sounds.
"Patrick!” He shook him abrasively again. “You've gotta get up!"
Patrick didn’t and Zeno got out of bed. Quietly he tiptoed over to the door and listened. Abel and Zelta's argument persisted without any of them relenting. He locked the door and came back to the bed, feeling nervous, disoriented. Clumsily he stubbed his big toe on the corner of the bedpost and tried not to scream as he grabbed his big toe, then fell backwards on top of Patrick.
"Hon," Patrick giggled, "that feels wonderful! I think you'll do better faced the other way."
"Shhhhh," Zeno got to his knees and straddled over Patrick. "You gotta get up.” He shook Patrick again. “This instant I tell you."
"You wanna do me again?” Patrick giggled, pressing his buttocks to his crotch. “Then go ahead, hon-” but then lifting his head slightly and lowering his voice- "why are we whispering?"
"Remember that someone I mentioned last night?”
“Your old man back in one of them fine Carolinas.”
“That old man is no longer in fine Carolina but here."
Patrick turned over, his blue eyes wide open. "Your old man out there right now?"
"Yes," Zeno climbed out of bed, scratching his head. "There—downstairs…in the house!"
"You said he was out of town? That he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night?"
"That was true then."
"Oh, Zeno,” Patrick sat up, a glint of panic in his blue eyes. “I was expecting to be served breakfast in bed. But this..." He bit his bottom lip. "This is not an awesome way to wake up.”
Zeno covered his face in his hands and massaged his temples with his fingers, then looked over at Patrick hoping to find the naked pretty blond boy in his bed absent.