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Donny was about 6ft tall, seemed to
weigh in at about 145 pounds or so, at least that was Wyatt’s guess and
yet there was something about him, the way he moved that kept making Wyatt
sneak glances at him. His hair wasn’t exactly long either but it did come
to just past his collar on the work shirt he wore. The gloves were way too
big for him and yet as he sat there, eating, Wyatt couldn’t help but
notice how long his fingers were, how full his lips looked and yet as he
stole another glance, he realized that he had the same lips as Arthur did,
and he smiled to himself, remembering their last kiss which was only 5 hours
earlier. It felt good, and he could still taste it even as he shut his eyes
for a second, and then once more he was back into the real world.
He had mentioned the boy to Arthur
who kidded him that he was out shopping for a replacement but it wasn’t
true; both of them knew that they were too much in love for any young stud
to be able to break them up. It had been a rough ride at the start, the
divorce that Arthur went through was bad enough and then to be denied
visitation rights to see his own son Edward had been almost enough to break
them up. Funny, so much had changed and yet so little really. Here it was
2002 and Arthur still was denied his rightful place in his son’s life, and
what was worse, his grandchildren’s lives.
Wyatt sighed as he closed the long
metal side over his truck, getting ready to head off to his next stop when
he stopped, to see a group of the older men walk up to where Donny was
sitting. Older men, yeah right, they were maybe at best in their mid
twenties but he recognized all four of them and he leaned against the side
of his truck wondering just what mischief they were up to. He didn’t like
that group; they always were making gay jokes and other racial comments.
Hell just last week they had started a fight with one of the new workers
simply because the guy was Asian. Christ, when were people going to get it
right, that colour, race, sexual choices, all of that didn’t matter
anymore?
For the life of him he didn’t know
why he cared what happened, or what the gang of mental midgets were up to,
but he did care, which was strange. The first time he had seen Donny he was
impressed, or maybe the word should be hooked? There was just something
about him that attracted his attention, just as Arthur had so many years
before. He still, to this day, couldn’t explain what it was that had made
him seek Arthur out, made him talk to him and open up to him, but whatever
it was, this kid had it too and so he stood by the truck, dawdling because
of a feeling.
Donny sat there, lost in thought as
he munched away on his sandwich. He couldn’t explain it anymore, and he
was tired, tired of the fights and the whole routine with his father. He
just couldn’t seem to understand him, the way he kept harping on him to do
this, do that, see this person, be nice to that person. It was all like his
father was trying to detail his life, second by second and he hated it. Hell
even this job had been his father’s idea, a job to give him backbone, to
make a man out of him instead of the job he had wanted, the job working at
the public library.
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