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goes to the sink and splashes some water on his face. He dries off really fast and grabs a box, holds it in front of him—and damn, if he suddenly looks less like a slut. Wild. The amazing transforming Jamie.
"What's in these boxes?" he asks me, and I look at him really closely.
He looks calmer, the wild spark gone, and I can't tell if there's anything wrong anymore. Maybe I'll look into the adrenaline thing.
"Clothes and pictures in that one, more art supplies in this one," I tell him. "There's only a couple of boxes left, and they're mostly clothes."
He nods and walks down the hall in front of me. "Put the art supplies in Dad's study for now," he whispers. "We'll shift them after Paul's old room is empty for you. Clothes and stuff, obviously, go in here." He opens the door at the end, which I'd thought of as the guest room, and sends me in.
"Home sweet home. Until William blows off, anyway."
I snort and toss the box on the bed. It really does look like a guestroom—I hope William doesn't look in, no way does Paul sleep in here.
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Gemini
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Jamie takes off to change and I lug the rest of the boxes into their temporary rooms. By the time I'm done Paul and Jamie are gently ushering William to the door.
"Well, Gent. It's been ... interesting meeting you," he says, and then he gives me this grin, like he's in on a wonderful, happy secret and suddenly I like him. He loves my boys. He's been cool about Jamie being gay and he's cool with Paul.
I smile at him and nod. "It's been good," I say.
He turns to the boys and hugs them each, makes them promise to call soon. We'll all go out for dinner, he says. And talk about books and art and real estate and what's wrong with big business.
Jamie snorts and insists that sports get some air time and Paul comes over to me and takes my hand, that shy smile on his face again.
Not a bad day, really. Paul came out, Jamie got off, I got a new home. Feels good to be me.
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Gemini
by Chris Owen
Chapter Eight
Bobby and Fred are waiting for me when I get to work, and I can tell that it's bad news. They're sitting in the main room and it's quiet, and that's just not the way the place is. Usually you can barely hear yourself think in there, the music is so loud, even when we're not open.
I go and sit down and look at them. "What?"
Fred leans back in his chair and looks at the ceiling. "We're making them re-check, Gent. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's a fuck up at the lab. But until they call back and give me the all clear you got time off."
I think I'm gonna pass out.
"What did I test out on?"
He doesn't answer for a long time and all I'm thinking is how many fucking high risk groups I'm in. Gay. More than one guy. Work with needles. Spend my time wiping fucking blood off people. Oh shit, what if I gave something to my boys? "What the fuck did I test positive for?" I think I'm screaming.
He tells me he doesn't know, that he just gets the word that employee number whatever had a contaminated or infected sample and can't work until retesting is done and said employee is proven clean.
I go home.
I just sit in the living room for a bit, trying to remember if I ever stuck myself with the needle when I was doing a tattoo. If even once I had a torn glove. Hell, half the time I wear two gloves on each hand. Clients don't have to prove 69
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by Chris Owen
they're clean, so we have to make sure that we're safe and clean and follow all the regs and fucking take care of ourselves.
I think I might lose it sitting there. All I can think about is when the hell did I fuck up? How did it happen without me noticing? I'm meticulous about my hands, I check for cuts and scrapes all the time. I just can't remember. Maybe it didn't happen. Maybe the fucking lab got a false positive. That happens, right?
My boys. Fuck. If I gave them anything I'll never forgive myself. The way we are, one gets it the other one will too, even if they don't touch me ever again. And they may
"What's in these boxes?" he asks me, and I look at him really closely.
He looks calmer, the wild spark gone, and I can't tell if there's anything wrong anymore. Maybe I'll look into the adrenaline thing.
"Clothes and pictures in that one, more art supplies in this one," I tell him. "There's only a couple of boxes left, and they're mostly clothes."
He nods and walks down the hall in front of me. "Put the art supplies in Dad's study for now," he whispers. "We'll shift them after Paul's old room is empty for you. Clothes and stuff, obviously, go in here." He opens the door at the end, which I'd thought of as the guest room, and sends me in.
"Home sweet home. Until William blows off, anyway."
I snort and toss the box on the bed. It really does look like a guestroom—I hope William doesn't look in, no way does Paul sleep in here.
67
Gemini
by Chris Owen
Jamie takes off to change and I lug the rest of the boxes into their temporary rooms. By the time I'm done Paul and Jamie are gently ushering William to the door.
"Well, Gent. It's been ... interesting meeting you," he says, and then he gives me this grin, like he's in on a wonderful, happy secret and suddenly I like him. He loves my boys. He's been cool about Jamie being gay and he's cool with Paul.
I smile at him and nod. "It's been good," I say.
He turns to the boys and hugs them each, makes them promise to call soon. We'll all go out for dinner, he says. And talk about books and art and real estate and what's wrong with big business.
Jamie snorts and insists that sports get some air time and Paul comes over to me and takes my hand, that shy smile on his face again.
Not a bad day, really. Paul came out, Jamie got off, I got a new home. Feels good to be me.
68
Gemini
by Chris Owen
Chapter Eight
Bobby and Fred are waiting for me when I get to work, and I can tell that it's bad news. They're sitting in the main room and it's quiet, and that's just not the way the place is. Usually you can barely hear yourself think in there, the music is so loud, even when we're not open.
I go and sit down and look at them. "What?"
Fred leans back in his chair and looks at the ceiling. "We're making them re-check, Gent. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's a fuck up at the lab. But until they call back and give me the all clear you got time off."
I think I'm gonna pass out.
"What did I test out on?"
He doesn't answer for a long time and all I'm thinking is how many fucking high risk groups I'm in. Gay. More than one guy. Work with needles. Spend my time wiping fucking blood off people. Oh shit, what if I gave something to my boys? "What the fuck did I test positive for?" I think I'm screaming.
He tells me he doesn't know, that he just gets the word that employee number whatever had a contaminated or infected sample and can't work until retesting is done and said employee is proven clean.
I go home.
I just sit in the living room for a bit, trying to remember if I ever stuck myself with the needle when I was doing a tattoo. If even once I had a torn glove. Hell, half the time I wear two gloves on each hand. Clients don't have to prove 69
Gemini
by Chris Owen
they're clean, so we have to make sure that we're safe and clean and follow all the regs and fucking take care of ourselves.
I think I might lose it sitting there. All I can think about is when the hell did I fuck up? How did it happen without me noticing? I'm meticulous about my hands, I check for cuts and scrapes all the time. I just can't remember. Maybe it didn't happen. Maybe the fucking lab got a false positive. That happens, right?
My boys. Fuck. If I gave them anything I'll never forgive myself. The way we are, one gets it the other one will too, even if they don't touch me ever again. And they may
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