So, uh, Ben and Gavin still aren't ready. Round one of beta is done, at least! But, I don't know. I think it needs another scene. It will be posted eventually, though. I swear. Before the end of the year. Really. Maybe even before the end of November if I'm a very good girl.
Before I forget, my awesome friend Nico Jaye released a historical short M/M romance this week. I just bought my copy this morning so I haven't finished it yet, but I had a chance to see a bit of it when it was still a WIP. Nico is a cruel tease. I loved what I've read so far and I adore historicals, so, yeah, check it out! It's available on Amazon and pretty much everywhere else. :D
Anyway. Here's a little flashfic for Tommy and Bobby. I've only read it over once and didn't give it to any beta readers, so ignore any typos or, ya know, anything else that stands out as especially wrong. >_>
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“Tell me again why this is so goddamn important to you.” Tommy tugged at his collar. He knew he was scowling, but he figured Bobby was lucky he hadn’t throttled him yet so the guy could put up with a few irritated looks.
“Tell me again why this is so goddamn important to you.” Tommy tugged at his collar. He knew he was scowling, but he figured Bobby was lucky he hadn’t throttled him yet so the guy could put up with a few irritated looks.
Bobby was clearly trying to cover a smirk as he said, “Tell me again why you hate Halloween so much.”
With a shake to his head that made his wings flap behind him, Tommy told him, “First off, spending money on a costume is stupid. Especially for the twins, who are gonna outgrow ‘em before they can even wear the damn things again. Second off, the kids are gonna be jacked up on sugar for a week. Third off…” He didn’t bother with a verbal response. Instead Tommy made a wide gesture with his hands, up and down his body so Bobby could take in the full effect of his outfit for the night. A black leotard, for starters, topped off with a set of giant purple butterfly wings. And, most importantly, glitter from head to toe.
Thankfully, all the other kids were off at school dances and Halloween parties, so only the twins could see him in his humiliation.
Zoe looked up at him from the stroller and grinned. She was dressed up like a flower and Max was a bumblebee. Tommy hated to admit it, but they were pretty damn cute like that. Max was busy pulling at the antennae bobbing on the top of his head and didn’t so much as glance at Tommy.
Leaning close to Bobby, Tommy hissed, “And, I find it pretty fucking hard to believe that you were gonna wear this getup. I find it harder to believe that you promised Zoe. And, harder still to believe that you got called in suddenly. I call bullshit on the whole thing.”
Some strange mix of amusement and guilt mingled on Bobby’s face. Tommy had nailed it and they both knew it. “Let’s just say Colleen owes me fifty bucks now.”
“Unbelievable!” Tommy groaned and tossed his head back. “Fifty bucks? This was only worth fifty bucks to you?”
Bobby laughed and wrapped an arm around Tommy’s shoulder. “She’s saving up for a car. Besides, just knowing I could get you to do it was reward enough for me.”
“If you wanna keep your hand, you better get it off me, Copper.”
Zoe looked up at them again just as Bobby let out a bark of laughter. Kids in all kinds of costumes raced past them and the twins were eager to get moving. “Let’s go!” Zoe said in her little two-year-old munchkin voice.
“We’re goin’, keep your petals on.”
She giggled for him and kicked her feet. Max finally managed to tug the antennae off his head.
Tommy leaned in again and whispered to Bobby, “When you get home, your ass is mine.”
“My ass is always yours, and you know it.” Bobby grinned at him as he shifted closer for a quick kiss.
They were standing at the end of Judy’s driveway, out in the open for all the neighbors to see, but Tommy was past caring about that kind of shit. If they didn’t like it, they shouldn’t look.
“Yeah, well, don’t you forget it.” With one more quick kiss, Tommy added, “Be safe tonight.”
As Bobby pulled back he said, “I want a picture of you three.”
“Over my dead body.”
Bobby laughed again and turned up the driveway. He only had a half hour to get ready for his shift. The bastard.
“Trick-or-treat, Tommy!” Max said, waving his antennae at him.
“Trick-or-treat, kiddo.” Tommy unlatched the break and started to move the stroller down the street. “The things I do for you people.”
His wings flapped with every step.
