Snow Balls
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Bobby’s voice sounded oddly serious. “But I want to resist. I need to grow up. I don’t want to be an aging twink.”
“You’re twenty-four.”
“And soon I’ll be twenty-five.”
Robin glanced at Bobby. “We’ll be twenty-five. Would you leave me abandoned in the world with my dick hanging out all alone?”
“You should settle down too.”
“I’m not the type.”
“You were willing to give up the others if JJ said yes.”
Shit, that still hurt. “Who knows if I would have remained faithful? Besides, there’s only one JJ.”
Bobby nodded. “The queen who looks like a quarterback.”
Robin had never had a real chance with JJ, especially after he’d gotten one look at Ryan Star. JJ was too kind and good—more like Bobby. He’d never have gone for Robin long. Too depressing to think about. Yeah, so he thought about it all the time.
He turned the Prius into the carport behind their hillside Laguna apartment and climbed out to help Bobby. He took care of Bobby without even thinking. Always had, no matter what.
Bobby looked up at him with those big blue eyes that matched his personality so well—and so totally didn’t match Robin’s. “Please take me seriously.”
“Look, if you want a steady boyfriend, I’ll go out and hit one over the head for you with my club and drag him back to our lair.”
Bobby leaned his head on Robin’s shoulder as they walked into their place. “Too exhausting tonight. Do it tomorrow after the interview. Have to sleep. So important.”
Robin half dragged Bobby to his bedroom, plied him with a heaping teaspoon of powdered vitamin C in water, stripped him, tucked him in, and turned off his lights. He wandered toward their living room, flopped on the couch, and rested his head in his hands.
It looked like he took care of Bobby. Had since they were small children. They always said that Robin was the oldest by five minutes, so he was responsible. But if anything happened to Bobby, Robin wanted to throw up. It was like the light went out of the world. Shit, the time Bobby’d fallen out of that damned tree because he tried to follow Robin up it, Robin ran to their bedroom, crawled under his covers, and trembled for hours. He’ll be better in the morning.
Robin collapsed on his side and pretended he was dead.
“NOOOO. COME on, dammit. Get out of bed. There’s no fucking way I’m doing this.” Robin ripped the comforter off Bobby, glared at the slim, bare backside that looked remarkably like his own, then yanked on Bobby’s limp arm.
“Mmmmfft.” Bobby obviously had enough strength to pull his arm back—hard. “Too sick. Leave me alone.”
“Robert McMillan, you had enough energy to fuck an architect. You can’t be too sick.”
“Am.”
“Fucking shit!” Robin threw his arms over his head, then crumpled forward into a hunch. “Can’t do this. Can’t. It’s not our deal. I paint. You market. Can’t. Nooooo.” He shook his head and made the moaning sounds coming from his mouth as pitiful as possible.
Bobby rolled to face Robin, pulling the covers back over himself. He slapped a hand against his mouth and burped, then panted. Okay, he looked awful. Even his platinum spikes had wilted to dead stalks of straw. “I’ll barf on the prospective clients. I was throwing up half the night. You can’t be worse than that.”
“Wanna bet? I hate clients, prospective or otherwise. You know that.”
“If we get this commission, it could make the whole year work. We wouldn’t have to scrape for the rent.”
Robin flopped in the chair beside his brother’s bed. “If we got it, which we won’t if I go, it would overlap with the Sawdust. That’s where we make most of our money.”
Bobby’s usually pink skin looked greenish. “Yes, and where I do most of the selling, which I’ll do again this year while you paint. You’re better than me anyway.”
“Not true.”
“You know it is. You got all the tortured-soul talent while I got the sunny salesmanship.” He burped.
Robin raked the midnight curtain of hair from his face. “Which is why you have to go today, Bobby. I just can’t. Please.”
“If I could go, I’d never ask you. You know that.”
Shit. Yes, he did know that. “You know how to hurt me.”
“Of course. We have identical DNA, darling.” He pulled the comforter tighter. “If we get it, you don’t have to take a single cooking job all year.”
Robin wrapped his hands behind his head and sank onto his knees. “If I never have to cook another meal, it’ll be fine with me.”
“But you’re so good at it.” Bobby belched unbecomingly. Not something he’d ever do if he could help it. “Please, don’t mention food.”
“Gladly.” Weirdly, the main thing his grandmother had bequeathed to him was an amazing proficiency in the kitchen. All those years helping her pull shit from the oven, feeling punished because he wasn’t “man” enough to go outside with the boys. Bobby hadn’t cared. He’d been happy petting the kitties and made friends despite already being “different” at five and six. Robin hated every fucking asshole who tormented him. Plus Bobby never had to spend a weekend with Uncle Harold. Yeah, Robin made sure of that.
“Get this commission, and we can both pick and choose what we do for the rest of the year.” Bobby slapped a hand to his face. “Oh God, gonna barf again.” He leaped from the bed and ran naked into the bathroom.
Robin grabbed the wool afghan from the back of the chair, walked into Bobby’s narrow en suite, and wrapped it around the shoulders of his twin, who was painting the toilet in vomit. Robin leaned against the sink. “We can’t pick and choose when we’ll be breaking our backs on a scaffold for months.”
Bobby popped an arm against the cabinet and rested his head on it. “Robin, either do it or don’t. I haven’t got the strength to argue with you.”
Robin sighed. When Bobby ran out of patience with him, it was over. His brother had boundless energy and a true heart of gold, and only on rare occasions did Robin stretch him to breaking. This appeared to be one of those times. If he refused to go do the thing he hated most in life—and that was saying something, since he hated a lot of things—it wasn’t just his own future he was messing with. It was his brother’s too. He might not give a shit about 99.9 percent of the humans on the planet, but Bobby, he loved. “I’ll go, but I’ll fuck it up, and you don’t get to say shit about it, got it?”
Bobby dropped his head in the bowl and barfed.
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Cataclysmic Shift
BALLS TO THE WALL
Volley Balls
Fire Balls
Beach Balls
FAST Balls
High Balls
Snow Balls
COWBOYS DON’T
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
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DREAMSPUN DESIRES
#5 – Taylor Maid
LONG PASS CHRONICLES
Outing the Quarterback
Canning the Center
Tackling the Tight End
LOVE IN LAGUNA
Knight of Ocean Avenue
Knave of Broken Hearts
Prince of the Playhouse
Lord of a Thousand Steps
Fool of Main Beach
PENNYMAKER TALES
Sinders and Ash
Driven Snow
Beauty, Inc.
Never
TALES OF THE HARKER PACK
The Pack or the Panther
Wolf in Gucci Loafers
Winter’s Wolf
PRINT ANTHOLOGIES
Balls to the Wall – Volley Balls and Fire Balls
Balls to the Wall – Beach Balls and FAST Balls
The Pack or the Panther &Wolf in Gucci Loafers
Sinders and Ash and Beauty, Inc.
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Digital ISBN: 978-1-63477-366-9
Published December 2017
v. 2.0
First Edition published by Etopia Press, 2012.
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