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Authors: T. A. Webb
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caring, giving foster parents and beat them bloody. So, no, he wouldn’t be joining me.
We’d gotten back together, and he was living with me again. It was good. I loved him. I just wish he could forgive himself, because I had. As hard as it’d been, I’d made my peace with what happened and tried to show him with my words and my actions that I still loved him and wanted him.
But there was just something… broken about him. He’d look at me and flinch sometimes. His mood would change suddenly and he’d get quiet. I’d found myself treating him like he was a child almost, and that was fucking weird. But that just made him mad, and when he got mad he did stupid shit. Like lash out at me. Or not talk to me at all for days. Something just wasn’t right.
I snapped out of wherever the hell my head went and looked at Antonio.
“No, Brian won’t want to come. Maybe a four hand would be nice though. We can talk about it. And I’m buying breakfast, so you, my friend, are having the…,” I started.
“Oh fuck no I’m not,” he yelled, more like himself now.
“Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity breakfast. With smiley-face pancakes.” I grinned. He hated ordering that.
“Real men don’t eat that shit. Steak and eggs, man, not some fruity gay breakfast,” he snorted and pushed me toward the locker room.
“Ah, but I am gay, grasshopper.” I nodded wisely, bowing.
“You just ain’t met the right woman yet.” He whipped his towel off, bending over to get his clothes out of the locker.
“And you haven’t met the right man. Or maybe you have.” I smiled evilly and leered at his ass.
He softened and looked at me. “Oh, yeah, I met the right man, all right. A fucking miracle. An angel here on earth.” His voice was soft as cotton and his eyes shone like diamonds.
What could I say to that?
I TOOK a long lunch break and went by the credit union to get the cash Antonio needed. Given that he was having such a rough go of it, I went ahead and withdrew an even two thousand dollars. One thing about the way I was raised, my mom always taught me to share as long as I had something. Good things come back to you and all that, she’d said.
God, I still missed her so much. And I really wanted him to be okay.
We met up right after work, before I headed home. It felt like one of those hit-and-run things, or a drug deal. We arranged to meet in the parking lot of the grocery store halfway between my office and his apartment. When I got out and walked over to his truck, I saw he wasn’t alone. Sitting in the passenger seat was a small person. A boy. Oh hell, it must be Jason.
“Hey man, I got a surprise for you,” Antonio said, the excitement loud and clear in his voice and his face was animated again. He jumped out of the truck and went around to the passenger side. He unbuckled the kid and they both came around the front.
I had puh-lenty of nephews and nieces, so I could tell he was about ten. He looked like a little chip off the big cannoli. Strong features, dirty blond hair. Big-ass smile and he walked like he owned the world. I liked him immediately. He walked right up to me and stuck out his hand.
“Hi. You must be Mark. My name’s Jason. Dad said I’d get to meet a friend of his today.” He eyed me up and down, and that kind of appraisal from a kid was amusing. It was really easy to tell he was his dad’s son. “He’s been looking for a new friend since Mario went back home. So, do you have any kids? Is that your car? It’s nice, but I like my dad’s truck better. I can see out the windows but they’re tinted so we can watch everybody else and nobody can see us.” I swear it felt like a ten-year-old’s version of a police interrogation.
“It’s good to meet you, Jason.” I smiled and shook his hand. “Yes, I’m a friend of your dad’s. No, I don’t have any kids. And yes, that’s my car.” I laughed, looking up at Antonio.
The pride in his eyes was fucking amazing. It was good to
We’d gotten back together, and he was living with me again. It was good. I loved him. I just wish he could forgive himself, because I had. As hard as it’d been, I’d made my peace with what happened and tried to show him with my words and my actions that I still loved him and wanted him.
But there was just something… broken about him. He’d look at me and flinch sometimes. His mood would change suddenly and he’d get quiet. I’d found myself treating him like he was a child almost, and that was fucking weird. But that just made him mad, and when he got mad he did stupid shit. Like lash out at me. Or not talk to me at all for days. Something just wasn’t right.
I snapped out of wherever the hell my head went and looked at Antonio.
“No, Brian won’t want to come. Maybe a four hand would be nice though. We can talk about it. And I’m buying breakfast, so you, my friend, are having the…,” I started.
“Oh fuck no I’m not,” he yelled, more like himself now.
“Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity breakfast. With smiley-face pancakes.” I grinned. He hated ordering that.
“Real men don’t eat that shit. Steak and eggs, man, not some fruity gay breakfast,” he snorted and pushed me toward the locker room.
“Ah, but I am gay, grasshopper.” I nodded wisely, bowing.
“You just ain’t met the right woman yet.” He whipped his towel off, bending over to get his clothes out of the locker.
“And you haven’t met the right man. Or maybe you have.” I smiled evilly and leered at his ass.
He softened and looked at me. “Oh, yeah, I met the right man, all right. A fucking miracle. An angel here on earth.” His voice was soft as cotton and his eyes shone like diamonds.
What could I say to that?
I TOOK a long lunch break and went by the credit union to get the cash Antonio needed. Given that he was having such a rough go of it, I went ahead and withdrew an even two thousand dollars. One thing about the way I was raised, my mom always taught me to share as long as I had something. Good things come back to you and all that, she’d said.
God, I still missed her so much. And I really wanted him to be okay.
We met up right after work, before I headed home. It felt like one of those hit-and-run things, or a drug deal. We arranged to meet in the parking lot of the grocery store halfway between my office and his apartment. When I got out and walked over to his truck, I saw he wasn’t alone. Sitting in the passenger seat was a small person. A boy. Oh hell, it must be Jason.
“Hey man, I got a surprise for you,” Antonio said, the excitement loud and clear in his voice and his face was animated again. He jumped out of the truck and went around to the passenger side. He unbuckled the kid and they both came around the front.
I had puh-lenty of nephews and nieces, so I could tell he was about ten. He looked like a little chip off the big cannoli. Strong features, dirty blond hair. Big-ass smile and he walked like he owned the world. I liked him immediately. He walked right up to me and stuck out his hand.
“Hi. You must be Mark. My name’s Jason. Dad said I’d get to meet a friend of his today.” He eyed me up and down, and that kind of appraisal from a kid was amusing. It was really easy to tell he was his dad’s son. “He’s been looking for a new friend since Mario went back home. So, do you have any kids? Is that your car? It’s nice, but I like my dad’s truck better. I can see out the windows but they’re tinted so we can watch everybody else and nobody can see us.” I swear it felt like a ten-year-old’s version of a police interrogation.
“It’s good to meet you, Jason.” I smiled and shook his hand. “Yes, I’m a friend of your dad’s. No, I don’t have any kids. And yes, that’s my car.” I laughed, looking up at Antonio.
The pride in his eyes was fucking amazing. It was good to
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