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would have hurt, but that would have been his problem. He involved me in his shitty way of treating people. Made it hurt more.”
    Will nodded and rubbed a little circle in the center of Kenny’s back. “That’s a shame. You seem like a great guy—I’m so sorry your heart got broken.”
    Kenny frowned and probed the sore spot of his breakup with his emotions like you’d probe an aching tooth with your tongue. “Not broken,” he said consideringly. “Battered a little, but not broken.”
    Will’s grin was pure sunshine relief. “ Awesome ,because now I can ask some really inappropriate questions!”
    Oh shit! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! “Oh hell no! Will, I can not be your gay sex advisor on this one—”
    Will took another gulp of beer and shook his head. “No—no, I mean, I think I know what some of that stuff was for, but… but….”
    No, no, no, no, no, no. Kenny should have been ready for this the whole time.
    “I don’t understand where it goes!”
    And now they were all caught up.
    Kenny sighed and fiddled with his cosmo. “You know the answer to that,” he said resignedly, and Will grunted into the last two inches of beer.
    “Okay—I do sort of,” he admitted. “I mean… okay… assuming it can fit—”
    “Bartender—one of each!” Because if he was going to answer this, he was going to need more.
    If he was hoping the interruption and a fresh drink was going to make Will let go of his bone (get it? A man with a bone? Yeah, Kenny really was going to have to switch to coffee!), he was sorely disappointed.
    “I mean,” Will said as soon as their drinks were back, “it looked so big !”
    Ah, hell. He really was going to have to give the ass-fucking-for-straight-guys lecture. If he didn’t like Will so much, he’d consider it punishment from the sex gods for throwing his toys away in the first place. He had a dishwasher! He could have set it on sanitize, right? Oh gross, no. Better to talk to Will!
    “Well,” Kenny said, dropping his voice, “I want you to imagine the biggest thing you’ve ever pushed out of that place, and tell me if they compare.”
    Will sat up straighter and actually… crap. Kenny did not even want to think about the cavalcade of prodigious excrement parading behind his eyes. ’Cause he checked, right? All guys checked!
    “Okay,” Will said after a moment. “I see your point.”
    Kenny closed his eyes and thanked God they hadn’t ordered food. “Well, you know how it feels going out? Well, it feels even better going in.”
    “Oh.” Will’s eyes turned inward for a moment, and as awkward as the moment was, Kenny had to admit it—Will was taking it like a champ. (Smirk, eye roll, sputter.) “Okay,” Will said, seriously thinking about it. “Okay. You’re right.” He turned to Kenny with a brilliant, beaming smile on his face. “Wow. Okay, now I’m seriously wondering what that would be like!”
    Kenny tried not to whimper. Big eyes, wide pink mouth, tasty shoulders, and this sort of sweet, genuine kindness Kenny could not ever remember coming into contact with before. Kenny leaned forward and thought, Hey! I could be the next virgin killer! I could! Get him another beer, take him home, let him ravish me, then tell him it didn’t happen so he could pretend it wasn’t great ! His groin swelled and ached, and his hands tingled to see what kind of skin Will had under that really unflattering white plaid shirt.
    Then Will blinked and smiled into Kenny’s eyes with an absolute lack of guile, and Kenny let out a huge breath. He looked up and caught the bartender’s eyes and said, “Two orders of bacon cheese fries, okay?” His groin gave an unhappy little jerk in his pants, but he told Little Kenny to stand the hell down. This boy was not for them.
    The bartender, a wiry, ginger-haired man in his fifties, nodded enthusiastically, and Kenny wondered how much he’d heard.
    “I think that’s a very good idea,” he said seriously, and Kenny