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.One of them liked chewing gum, remember, Jim?" Uncle Albert'svoice was so deep, just ringing out.Whit giggled -- he leaned against Grey and just let it all out.Laughter instead of tears.He was so gladthey'd come."So how many dogs are we talking about?""Sometimes dozens.Right now there are two.One old boy and a puppy.She was the runt, and the othershave either found homes or been hit.""Oh, that's too bad.And nobody ever wants the runt, do they?"He sighed, trying not to let the thought of pups getting hit bring him down, trying to hold onto thelaughter and hope of a few moments ago."Someone will.""Maybe Raine can take it."Grey snorted at his grandfather."Raine doesn't need a puppy.""No, he has you," teased Whit.He knew his twins would have heard the unspoken "and me.""He does." Grey squeezed Raine's hand, eyes falling closed again."I'm tired."Center - 229 He wasn't surprised, they'd been on the go forever and Grey had been more animated in the last half hourthan he had in the last weeks put together."We'll be there soon and you can sleep," he promised.Raine nodded."Nana will have left tea and toast for you."One tear escaped Grampa, sliding down along one cheek as those dark eyes watched his grandsons."Soon.Soon, you will rest."Whit refused to hear how final that sounded.He still had hope.And more importantly, today Grey had laughed.He would always have that.***Things were basically like he remembered -- small and simple, clean and bright.Home.It even smelled like cumin.Raine took Grey up to the big bedroom, supporting the skeletal body with his own."Gran left youoranges.Did you smell them?"Grey shook his head, bare head bowed."Is the bed big enough for all of us?""Of course it is.It has to be." It was a king, covered with dozens of quilts, some new, some familiar as hisown skin.Whit came along with one of the bags they'd brought."We've been invited back to your grandfather's forsupper if we want.But he said otherwise, no one would come before tomorrow."Whit put the bag down, looking around."I can see you here as boys.Grey? How are you?""Tired.Good.Glad to be home." Grey settled into the bed with a satisfied sigh, a low groan.Whit tugged Grey's shoes off and loosened the buttons on his shirt."Do you want anything?""I.I'm thirsty.I think I'm hungry." His poor Grey, he'd forgotten how to not be nauseated, how to behungry."I'll go get a plate or two.The smell of the fresh bread is making me crazy."Whit placed a kiss on the top of Grey's head and came over to give him a hug."I'll be quick.I'm gladwe're here.""Oranges.Don't forget the oranges.I've got some teas that Grampa gave me.We'll try those tomorrow."He was done crying and dying.He wanted to live now, with his lovers."I'll bring the whole bag.We can feed each other.Lick the juices from our fingers." Whit was right therewith him, eager to fill every moment.Center - 230 Whit gave him a soft kiss on the side of his mouth and slipped out quietly.He settled on the bed, fingers curling around Grey's, fingertips stroking the heavy knuckles."We'rehome.""We are.""This was the right thing to do, yes?" He needed to know that Grey believed in this."Yes, Raine.I needed this." Needed him.Needed home.Whit was as good as his word, soon coming back with two plates full of food, the bag of oranges underhis arm."You two look cozy.I can't remember the last time we shared a meal in bed.""It's been too long." Grey smiled and held a hand out to Whit, beckoning him into the bed."It has.And just look at this bread." Whit had cut it thick and slathered it with butter.There was also abowl of beans, another of stew, and a plate of fry bread, as well as the oranges.Whit sat up cross-legged and tore a piece of bread into two.Grey actually moaned, and the sound was one of pleasure, not of sickness or pain.Raine almost sobbed,tears of pure joy in his eyes.He saw that same joy reflected in Whit's eyes as the bread was pressed to Grey's lips."I stole a bitedownstairs.It tastes as good as it smells."Grey opened, eating eagerly, licking the sweet butter off his lips.Raine leaned over, licked for himself,fingers stroking Grey's arm.Whit made a nearly silent sound, eyes soft as he watched them.Another piece of bread was pressed toGrey's mouth, Whit's fingers lingering this time.Grey didn't speak, just ate and nibbled, even going so far as to lick and suck Whit's fingers clean."Theorange.Please.I have craved them."Whit nodded."It's so good to see you eat."One orange was handed to him, Whit picking up a second and digging into the skin, the scent burstingstrong on the air.He peeled off one section after another, feeding them to Grey's hungry lips, rejoicing at the happy littlesounds, the low growling rumbles that his Grey offered them.Whit leaned in and licked at his fingers, at Grey's lips, eyes closing as he hummed softly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.One of them liked chewing gum, remember, Jim?" Uncle Albert'svoice was so deep, just ringing out.Whit giggled -- he leaned against Grey and just let it all out.Laughter instead of tears.He was so gladthey'd come."So how many dogs are we talking about?""Sometimes dozens.Right now there are two.One old boy and a puppy.She was the runt, and the othershave either found homes or been hit.""Oh, that's too bad.And nobody ever wants the runt, do they?"He sighed, trying not to let the thought of pups getting hit bring him down, trying to hold onto thelaughter and hope of a few moments ago."Someone will.""Maybe Raine can take it."Grey snorted at his grandfather."Raine doesn't need a puppy.""No, he has you," teased Whit.He knew his twins would have heard the unspoken "and me.""He does." Grey squeezed Raine's hand, eyes falling closed again."I'm tired."Center - 229 He wasn't surprised, they'd been on the go forever and Grey had been more animated in the last half hourthan he had in the last weeks put together."We'll be there soon and you can sleep," he promised.Raine nodded."Nana will have left tea and toast for you."One tear escaped Grampa, sliding down along one cheek as those dark eyes watched his grandsons."Soon.Soon, you will rest."Whit refused to hear how final that sounded.He still had hope.And more importantly, today Grey had laughed.He would always have that.***Things were basically like he remembered -- small and simple, clean and bright.Home.It even smelled like cumin.Raine took Grey up to the big bedroom, supporting the skeletal body with his own."Gran left youoranges.Did you smell them?"Grey shook his head, bare head bowed."Is the bed big enough for all of us?""Of course it is.It has to be." It was a king, covered with dozens of quilts, some new, some familiar as hisown skin.Whit came along with one of the bags they'd brought."We've been invited back to your grandfather's forsupper if we want.But he said otherwise, no one would come before tomorrow."Whit put the bag down, looking around."I can see you here as boys.Grey? How are you?""Tired.Good.Glad to be home." Grey settled into the bed with a satisfied sigh, a low groan.Whit tugged Grey's shoes off and loosened the buttons on his shirt."Do you want anything?""I.I'm thirsty.I think I'm hungry." His poor Grey, he'd forgotten how to not be nauseated, how to behungry."I'll go get a plate or two.The smell of the fresh bread is making me crazy."Whit placed a kiss on the top of Grey's head and came over to give him a hug."I'll be quick.I'm gladwe're here.""Oranges.Don't forget the oranges.I've got some teas that Grampa gave me.We'll try those tomorrow."He was done crying and dying.He wanted to live now, with his lovers."I'll bring the whole bag.We can feed each other.Lick the juices from our fingers." Whit was right therewith him, eager to fill every moment.Center - 230 Whit gave him a soft kiss on the side of his mouth and slipped out quietly.He settled on the bed, fingers curling around Grey's, fingertips stroking the heavy knuckles."We'rehome.""We are.""This was the right thing to do, yes?" He needed to know that Grey believed in this."Yes, Raine.I needed this." Needed him.Needed home.Whit was as good as his word, soon coming back with two plates full of food, the bag of oranges underhis arm."You two look cozy.I can't remember the last time we shared a meal in bed.""It's been too long." Grey smiled and held a hand out to Whit, beckoning him into the bed."It has.And just look at this bread." Whit had cut it thick and slathered it with butter.There was also abowl of beans, another of stew, and a plate of fry bread, as well as the oranges.Whit sat up cross-legged and tore a piece of bread into two.Grey actually moaned, and the sound was one of pleasure, not of sickness or pain.Raine almost sobbed,tears of pure joy in his eyes.He saw that same joy reflected in Whit's eyes as the bread was pressed to Grey's lips."I stole a bitedownstairs.It tastes as good as it smells."Grey opened, eating eagerly, licking the sweet butter off his lips.Raine leaned over, licked for himself,fingers stroking Grey's arm.Whit made a nearly silent sound, eyes soft as he watched them.Another piece of bread was pressed toGrey's mouth, Whit's fingers lingering this time.Grey didn't speak, just ate and nibbled, even going so far as to lick and suck Whit's fingers clean."Theorange.Please.I have craved them."Whit nodded."It's so good to see you eat."One orange was handed to him, Whit picking up a second and digging into the skin, the scent burstingstrong on the air.He peeled off one section after another, feeding them to Grey's hungry lips, rejoicing at the happy littlesounds, the low growling rumbles that his Grey offered them.Whit leaned in and licked at his fingers, at Grey's lips, eyes closing as he hummed softly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]