“Who is it?” Ben asked from behind him. “Dylan.” “Yes?” Dylan said in confusion. Not a great start to what he was sure would be a comedy of errors, speaking to Ben even though Dylan couldn’t see or hear him. “What are you doing here?” Jason asked, too discombobulated to come up with anything subtler. “I came to see you, dummy. Are you going to open the door, or do you intend to make me stand outside on the porch all afternoon?” “No. No, of course not.” Jason opened the door the rest of the way, stepping back to allow Dylan inside. “You surprised me. I wasn’t expecting company. “I kind of figured that out.” Dylan closed the door and glanced pointedly at the tent in Jason’s pants and smiled. “Looks like I came at a good time though.” “What? Oh God. No.” Jason pulled his shirt down again, trying to hide his waning erection. “I was just— I was—” He had no idea how to finish the sentence. He couldn’t mention Ben, who stood at the end of the hall, glowering glumly at them both.
