Ricky’s eyebrows. If
there were two color combinations that made Ricky’s stomach turn, they were red and pale blue.
Ricky kept his head straight and his eyes on Chad. They stopped in the middle of the
lobby, directly across from where Leyland and Ricky were seated, and they were talking about
something serious. Chad’s eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pinched. Though Ricky
couldn’t see the older man’s face, the older man was talking with his hands a great deal and his
arms were flailing in all directions.
Ricky poked Leyland and said, “He’s here.”
“Where?”
Ricky nodded to the lobby. “Standing over there, talking to the old guy with the gray hair
and the pinstriped suit.” Ricky frowned. The old guy had to be at least forty.
Leyland sat up and faced the lobby. When he saw the two men standing there, he pressed
his palm to his chest and said, “That’s Chad? The guy in the black jacket? The one with the dark
hair and the strong chin?” Ricky nodded and continued to watch them.
Leyland took another sip of his martini and leaned on the table with his elbows. “He
looks like a fucking professional hockey player, like those guys you see on the six o’clock news
being interviewed in the locker room.”
Ricky smiled. “That’s good old Chad, all right.” He could still taste him. He looked just
as good from a distance as he did up close.
Leyland moved closer. He looked around to see if anyone was listening and asked, “Did
he pork you? Does he have a big dick? Did you suck him off?” He couldn’t take his eyes off
Chad. He was gawking and his mouth was half open.
Ricky shrugged. “Yes, yes, and yes,” he said, answering all of Leyland’s questions.
Leyland grabbed his sleeve. “Give him the fucking angel.”
Without moving his head Ricky said, “Huh?”
“He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Leyland said. “Give him the fucking angel, the
car, and the deed to the house if he wants it. He deserves it.”
While Leyland rattled on about Chad’s good looks, Ricky continued to stare. He clenched
his fists beneath the table and tried willing Chad to look at him. All this concentration must have
worked, because Chad eventually turned his head slightly to the right and gazed in Ricky’s
direction. He didn’t smile; his expression remained stoic. But when he locked eyes with Ricky,
Ricky felt a strong sensation pass through his body. The sensation ran from his groin up to his
temples, leaving him warmer and slightly out of breath.
Leyland grabbed Ricky’s arm. “He’s looking right at you.”
“I know,” Ricky said. He remained expressionless as well. Then, just before Chad and the
older guy started walking toward the elevators, Ricky lifted his hand and nodded at Chad. When Chad was out of sight, Ricky’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. He picked up his
drink, finished the last swallow, and said, “Let’s go home.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s go.”
“We came all the way into the city for this ?”
Ricky frowned. He’d planned on confronting Chad. He’d planned on chasing him down,
cornering him, and doing anything he had to do to get his mom’s angel back. He’d had even been
prepared to fight Chad if that’s what it took. He wasn’t leaving New York without that angel in
his hands. But when Ricky saw Chad standing there, talking to a man twice his age, and when he
saw Chad’s defeated expression, his legs froze and his body didn’t want to move. Seeing Chad in
this vulnerable position tugged at Ricky’s heart in a way he couldn’t have predicted an hour
earlier. The dull thud in his stomach became a sharp twist. The only thing he wanted to do was
get up, run over to Chad, and put his arms around him. But Ricky knew this was impossible.
They came from two different worlds that
there were two color combinations that made Ricky’s stomach turn, they were red and pale blue.
Ricky kept his head straight and his eyes on Chad. They stopped in the middle of the
lobby, directly across from where Leyland and Ricky were seated, and they were talking about
something serious. Chad’s eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pinched. Though Ricky
couldn’t see the older man’s face, the older man was talking with his hands a great deal and his
arms were flailing in all directions.
Ricky poked Leyland and said, “He’s here.”
“Where?”
Ricky nodded to the lobby. “Standing over there, talking to the old guy with the gray hair
and the pinstriped suit.” Ricky frowned. The old guy had to be at least forty.
Leyland sat up and faced the lobby. When he saw the two men standing there, he pressed
his palm to his chest and said, “That’s Chad? The guy in the black jacket? The one with the dark
hair and the strong chin?” Ricky nodded and continued to watch them.
Leyland took another sip of his martini and leaned on the table with his elbows. “He
looks like a fucking professional hockey player, like those guys you see on the six o’clock news
being interviewed in the locker room.”
Ricky smiled. “That’s good old Chad, all right.” He could still taste him. He looked just
as good from a distance as he did up close.
Leyland moved closer. He looked around to see if anyone was listening and asked, “Did
he pork you? Does he have a big dick? Did you suck him off?” He couldn’t take his eyes off
Chad. He was gawking and his mouth was half open.
Ricky shrugged. “Yes, yes, and yes,” he said, answering all of Leyland’s questions.
Leyland grabbed his sleeve. “Give him the fucking angel.”
Without moving his head Ricky said, “Huh?”
“He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Leyland said. “Give him the fucking angel, the
car, and the deed to the house if he wants it. He deserves it.”
While Leyland rattled on about Chad’s good looks, Ricky continued to stare. He clenched
his fists beneath the table and tried willing Chad to look at him. All this concentration must have
worked, because Chad eventually turned his head slightly to the right and gazed in Ricky’s
direction. He didn’t smile; his expression remained stoic. But when he locked eyes with Ricky,
Ricky felt a strong sensation pass through his body. The sensation ran from his groin up to his
temples, leaving him warmer and slightly out of breath.
Leyland grabbed Ricky’s arm. “He’s looking right at you.”
“I know,” Ricky said. He remained expressionless as well. Then, just before Chad and the
older guy started walking toward the elevators, Ricky lifted his hand and nodded at Chad. When Chad was out of sight, Ricky’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. He picked up his
drink, finished the last swallow, and said, “Let’s go home.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s go.”
“We came all the way into the city for this ?”
Ricky frowned. He’d planned on confronting Chad. He’d planned on chasing him down,
cornering him, and doing anything he had to do to get his mom’s angel back. He’d had even been
prepared to fight Chad if that’s what it took. He wasn’t leaving New York without that angel in
his hands. But when Ricky saw Chad standing there, talking to a man twice his age, and when he
saw Chad’s defeated expression, his legs froze and his body didn’t want to move. Seeing Chad in
this vulnerable position tugged at Ricky’s heart in a way he couldn’t have predicted an hour
earlier. The dull thud in his stomach became a sharp twist. The only thing he wanted to do was
get up, run over to Chad, and put his arms around him. But Ricky knew this was impossible.
They came from two different worlds that
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