The twins get me alone as the moms have Tommy help cleaning up. Everyone else has left, it being Sunday and a school night. ‘Gator threw Tommy up in the air a couple of more times before going out the door. The girls have their serious faces on.
“That boy really loves you,” Amy starts the interrogation.
“Yeah. It calmed down when we was in the Everglades. He had a real hero-worship thing going when we escaped from the drug program. He’s back to full-on idolizing again. I’m glad his foster parents are so good ta ‘im.”
“What’s ya gonna do. We kin smell the testosterone coming off both of you,” Angela always goes right to the heart of the matter. “Ya cain’t sleep up on the third floor if’n yer gonna be doin’ it.”
“Homeless and horny agin,” I joke.
“You was so worked up ‘bout him comin’ this Christmas. It was so sweet. But if’n you go all gaybo on us, we’ll freak out.”
“I don’ts know whats ta do.” Which is the truth. “Last summer he was only 14. When he got all horny, we jist decided it we was brothers, not lovers.”
“So he knows ya ain’t gay or did he think once he got older you’d want him in that way?”
“I don’t know. It makes me feel so good that he’s so happy now. He got sent ta juvie ‘cause his brother was pickin’ on him. I confronted the brother when Tommy had to go to the hospital with an infected foot. The brother tried to sock me. I knocked him down and he was locked up. Tommy got a foster family and his life is great now. It’ll ruin his Christmas if I change how I treat him. We was this way all summer, with only ‘gators, panthers and hippies around. It’s just natural.”
“He ain’t a kid no more, even with ‘Gator throwing him around like a rag doll. He don’t act gay ‘cept around you. An’ you don’t act gay ‘cept ‘round him.”
“I do love ‘im. It ain’t no act.”
“Great. If it’s not enuff we’s got gay moms, now we gots a gay brother.”
“’As the World Turns,’ in Ames Iowa,” I laugh.
“Ya ain’t mad at us fer callin’ ya gay?”
“Y’all still think I’m a nut case; what part of being gay don’t fall under nut case?”
That makes ‘em stop and think. I don’t believe they are thinking I’m really gay.
“I’ll take him with me to work, so’s we kin talk while I drives around on deliveries. I’ll let you know what we’ll do to get rid of the boy sex stink.”
“Ya should move down to the second floor if ya need yer privacy.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“We care ‘bouts ya, Andy. That’s all.”
“Condemned to homo-land by my caring family.”
They finally laugh.
Tommy is drying dishes with Mom in the kitchen.
“Wanna ride around with me while I work?” I ask him.
He lights up like a Christmas tree. “Sure. Kin I borrow a jacket. It’s real cold out there.”
“’Course. Let’s go.”
He gives me a funny look as we go up to our room to change.
As soon as we drive away from the Hyland house, he asks me, “What’s wrong? Ya looks vexed.”
“The twins was givin’ me crap ‘bout being gay with you’s.”
“Naw. I thinks they’s a little jealous ‘cause they see how much we loves each other. I’s their brother too, and they’s unsure how to treat ya. They cain’t jist start lovin’ ya when they’s jist met ya.”
“I ain’t never had a sister a’fore.”
“We gots ta make ’em love ya, like a little brother.”
“I don’t wants ta be yer little brother fer ever. I rilly loves ya, Huck.”
“The love’s cool. It’s the wantin’ me that throws ‘em off. Ain’t nobody gay out here in Iowa.”
“Gator sure acts gay. Gay ‘Gator. That sounds ’bout right.”
“Yer gonna havta change the ‘Gatorsaurus story ta say that mean old ‘gator was after yer ass, not jist tryin’ to et ya.”
We both are laughing when I pull up to the Pizza Pit. Tommy comes in with me to help carry the first deliveries. I introduce him to the boss as my little brother.
“Ya comin’ to Ames to live with Andy now.”
“Naw. I’s in foster care. I’s jist here fer Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas then.”
We keep talking while I drive around making the deliveries. It starts snowing, the first of the year.
“Looks like we git a White Christmas,” I announce.
“I ain’t never seen snow a’fore. Kin we stop?”
“I’s gotta keep makin’ the deliveries. You kin git out at the next stop.”
He jumps out and twirling around, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He is incredibly cute.
I want to kiss him so badly when we get back in the car.
“It’s cold out there,” he complains, hugging me supposedly for warmth.
“You hussy. Yer jist beggin’ fer a kiss.”
He grabs me by my jacket lapels and Frenches me right there on the street. My heart is going a mile a minute. His hands are down my pants, pulling on the belt buckle. The snow is coming down pretty fast. No one is out on the street.
“If we start doin’ it now, we’ll never stop. It’ll break my heart when ya gots to go back.”
“You do love me. I knew it,” he is triumphant, jumping into the back seat and dragging me with him.
“If we do it now, ya gots to promise you’ll be a perfect little brother to the twins, so they ain’t jealous no more.”
“I promise. I promise,” as he pulls his jeans off, kicking his sneakers off as well.
My dick has no hesitation on what it plans to do with this horny boy. Tommy is pulling on my belt which he loosens just in time for my dick to pop the buttons on my jeans. He leans over to take the tip in his mouth.
I take a deep breath and hold him off.
“Stop. Slow down. At this rate it’ll be over in five minutes. This is gotta be better than that.
“Oh, I’ve been practicing. I kin make it last forever now.” As he pulls my jeans off my butt, half my dick sticking out of my gay briefs. The sight is one for him to behold.
“These are cute,” as he fingers the waist band, “when ‘ja start wearing these,” as he is rubbing his knuckle along my exposed dick.
His engorged dick is pressing up against his blue brief’s waistband. He has grown.
“These are pretty cute, too,” as I pull back the waist band to let his dick head pop out.
“I gots the fosters ta buy ‘em fer me. I gots red and green too. Do they make me look older?”
“Naw. Yer still the same pervert as ever,” as I snap the waist band on his exposed dick.
“OW, ow, ow, ow. You asshole. Ya always havta be so mean,” as he goes down on the top of my dick.
I cum instantly, filling his mouth, and causing the jizz to leak out. He swallows, then goes to jerk himself, thinking I am done.
“Do ya loves me, even when I cain’t control my dick,” as I pull his hand off his own dick.
“I loves ya so much, even whens yer bein’ a retard.”
That’s what I need to keep my dick hard. Pushing his hands away, I deep-throat him, wrapping my tongue on his shaft and squeezing it as I go up and down. His size impresses me, as I have to take him past my gag reflex. His hips start bucking. The car is definitely shaking. I trust that no one is out in the storm. He has learned to control his orgasms. I’m not interested in more than a quickie while at work. I lift him up and planted his ass on my hard-on, which has been ready to go off for awhile. As I lick the tip of his dick, my tip can feel his anal muscles spasming and squeezing. I refuse to let him pull his dick away from my mouth, so he can be impaled on my straining shaft. In his frustration to be fucked, he forgets to control his own dick. It goes off into my pressing lips. I let him go as he geysers all over me, sinking completely down to my balls, and bouncing back as his whole anal canal spasms around my dick. I pull him down again and let my second orgasm go just as his finishes. He holds me in a tight hug, shuddering as I spurt four, then five times before I finish. We stare intensely into each other’s eyes. We kiss as I started shuddering. After pulling up our pants, I grab his hand and dragged him out the back door of the car. We flop down on our backs in the three inches of snow that has fallen since we started fucking. Still holding his hand, I get him flapping both arms and legs, side to side. Lifting him to his feet and turning him around, I present him with two perfect snow angels joined at the wings. He flings both arms around me. We jump up and down on the sidewalk. Looking at our cum-stained jackets, I make a snow ball and bomb him. We start a wild snowball fight, which goes on until we look like snowmen, or more accurately, snow&cum-men.
I finish my shift later than normal. The boss figures it’s the snow. I assure him that before Florida, I lived in Alaska. I’m used to snow. On the way home, I remind Tommy that his goal is to get the twins to love him, as their little brother. His cheeks are a rosy red and his breathing is still ragged, to match his beating heart. Now it’s time to face the twins. He trusts me to make our case as brothers, but with benefits – Hillbilly brothers, making babies.
We race into the house. Tommy grabs Mom’s hands and is swinging her around.
“Me and Huck made snow angels. We had a snowball fight. I ain’t never seen snow ‘afore.”
“You boys march out onto the porch and brush off that snow. There’ll be no mess in my kitchen,” Molly takes charge.
We ran outside and brush each other off by slapping and punching our coats and pants. All the commotion brings the girls downstairs to investigate.
As we come back in, I realize Tommy’s face and probably mine are bright red. The girls’ suspicions wae ramping up.
“Com’n outside,” he exhorts the twins. “We’all kin make snow angels.”
Christmas spirit arrives with the snow. The girls get their jackets. We play outside until it is time to go to bed. Besides snow angels and snowball fights, we built a scrawny snowman that Tommy names Huck, in my honor I suppose.
Worried he had nothing to wear for Church, Tommy relaxes once he tries on my dark coat and tie. The fit is almost perfect, enough to boost his confidence that we are the same size now. I thought he just wanted to borrow the outfit. Instead he is moving into my closet. Sweet falling…in love. That rings a bell about Jack. And where is Jace? He went with Hippie for the glorious arrival of Anna plus 1. I need him to check on Jack, wasting some flex time to bust his ass to Switzerland. He doesn’t appear. I call Michael and Jenna to discuss my dilemma. They are so pleased to be asked, remembering when it was the double lovebirds making out in the music room.
“Hail, fair Romeo. Got time for my love-life?”
“Trouble from falling out of paradise?”
“It’s the first snow up here. I cheated on Jack making snow angels.”
“With Swamp Boy?”
“How’d ya know?”
“You gave it away singing ‘Bobby McGee,” by substituting “Tommy’ in “holding Bobby’s hand…’ Are you blind to your own romantic moves.”
“I ain’t self-conscious. Maybe just subconscious. I ain’t got a fucking brain, just my heart ta tell me what’s ta do.”
“You are too country, boy.”
“Yeah. Tommy calls me Huck. All the girls call me Andy.”
We start giggling.
“Where’s Hippie?” Michael changes our focus.
“He’s out presenting his pregnant bride to the screaming Baptists – ‘We are saved! May the holy rolling begin.”
“You did that didn’tcha”
“”Yeah. All the girls was grabbin’ my dick. Tongues was more than I could stand.”
“I still loves Jack but I ain’t seen him forever, just one phone call. I figured I was due a little cheatin.’ Swamp Boy is persistent if nothing. He cain’t even sing. I hasta pinch him ta git ‘im to hit high notes.”
“You is livin’ a country music soap opera,” Michael is talking to me from his subconscious, unintentionally speaking country.
“You need a girlfriend, dude. Just go totally country, move into a trailer, have kids, and kick the dog.”
We laugh for about a minute.
“You two havta come up for Christmas, Hippie’s already here. I’m putting a show on at school.”
“Yeah. Little House on the Prairie.”
“Michael?” Jena chimes in.
“Yeah. You’re right, sorry.”
“Jenna, “I asked, “be a girlfriend for a second.”
“You better keep it up longer than that.”
“Ew, potty mouth much? I never knew. You’ve been a bad influence, Romeo.”
“Here’s my advice to you Tim/Huck/Andy and every other guy. Stop letting your dick from doing the thinking for you,” she advises.
“Harsh,” Michael comments.
“My dick has a complicated relationship with my heart. Love is a drug. Someone has to do the thinking when drugs shut down my brain.
“So what? You’re in love with two people. As long as at least one of them is willing to put up with it, you’re safe, the master of ‘Sneakin’ Around.’”
“Well, that won’t be Jack. So, Swamp Boy is up for a ride through the cheating zone. And, don’t ever let me call him Swamp Boy again. We’s Tom & Huck, hillbilly brothers, makin’ babies with one another.”
“I’ll call Jack to let him know he’s in trouble.”
“Ya cain’t say that but do say I’m in trouble. See how he reacts, will ya?”
“Yer a trip, Tim.”
“Bye Jena, take care o’ the boy. Y’all’s all we got for romance. Yer truly blessed.”
I hang up. Only then do I notice Tommy in the kitchen listening to everything I said.
“Whatcha think ‘bouts that?” I ask him outright.
“That was ‘bout Jack, right?”
“Yeah. I gots ta ask ya to be my secret lover ‘til I deals with Jack. He’s locked away in a monastery in Switzerland. I feel sorry for him. I don’t feel sorry about us. If’n ya knows me at all, ya knows I kin love more that one person at a time. Just that Jack’s rich. It makes ‘im possessive. Yer persistent. I like that better. Ya knows I kin be mean as your big brother. Don’t be surprised when I has to be a mean lover.”
“Oh, Huck. I don’t care, long a ya’s loves me. That’s all that counts. But we’s havin’ so much fun. I wants to jist be maself, alright?”
“Stop acting all competitive with Jack when we’s here havin’ fun. He’s a million miles away.”
“’Cept you’s telling that guy ta call Jack and warn ‘im.”
“Look. If he really cares about me, he’ll do something to show it. If’n he don’t, we’re home free. I do rilly love ya. Just give it a bit more time.”
“Life don’t needs ta be so complicated.” Tommy complains.
We go back upstairs to be with the twins. I tell Tommy to stop thinking about double-teaming them. “Watch out. They’s bowling jocks.”
We are still laughing when we reach the third floor.
The girls say nothing about us moving to the second floor. Lying in bed, in the middle of our ‘Waltons’ goodnight, Tommy cries out, “Who’s Mary Ellen?”
He slept the whole night in my arms, apparently satisfied with backseat sex. I guess I was as well, falling instantly asleep .
In the morning, the twins walk in on us, wrapped up with each other. My bedroom door had stayed open. They wake us by pretending to sniff for the aroma of teen spirit.
“Nothin’s in the air,” Angela pronounces. They then pull the covers off us to check for stray sex stains, leaving us lying there in our underwear.
“No evidence of evil sex acts. Y’all is still pure little boys,” their verdict is announced.
“Y’all wanna see how little my boy is here?” as I grab myself.
The scream and run out of the room. We pass morning inspection.
Tommy decides to go to school with us. The girls find him a bowling outfit to wear and work on his hair and zits. He loves it, but I won’t let them add mascara. I introduce him to all my teachers who are fine with his being in class. Since the only open seats are not next to mine, he just shares the desk with me – wide mid-western seats are ample enough for our skinny-boy asses. No one says a thing
Tuesday is the day of the Christmas Eve Assembly, which is held in place of afternoon classes. The English class is too excited for lunch, so we meet in the auditorium. Tommy has come to all my morning classes, easily introducing himself to anyone who will listen to his non-stop banter. ‘Gator and Noah are with the rest of English class, which distracts Tommy from his general socializing. They are whispering, away from the group.
“What’s up? I kin see yer all plannin’ sumthin.’”
“Oh, it’s a surprise,” ‘Gator answers, “ta git Tommy ta play a part.”
I don’t want to know. I am working with the chorus, explaining they don’t need to sing as loud for the older kids as had been necessary with the screaming elementary school kids.
All our work is about to pay off. The sets are perfect replicas of the TV show’s sets, but just painted backdrops. The bus kids, those riding to school from farms around Ames, have gathered authentic farm memorabilia as props. Everyone is dressed in period costumes; even the chorus is in gingham. The twins dressed me, with a ranch hand motif; I even have a kerchief around my neck and a ten gallon Stetson hat. My shirt looks like bowling attire except for the snap-on, pearl-white buttons. I’m a rhinestone cowboy. I walk out with my guitar. The chorus arranges itself behind me at the edge of the stage. We do ‘Jingle Bells,’
Laura Ingalls enters on Bunny/’Gator and Noah’s back. ‘Gator instantly starts acting up, biting Pa on the butt and pushing Nellie Oleson around, as she tried to say her lines. Noah was kicking up his heels.
Noah yells out, “Stop fartin’, Gator.”
The auditorium laughs so hard the actors have to pause to deliver their lines. Once the first scene ends with everyone going off stage, Bunny appears with Tommy on his back. They trot across the stage and descend into the space before the front row. We’re into the second scene while Bunny is playing rodeo with Tommy, trying to buck him off his back. Tommy hang on as if it’s for dear life. They run up the aisle, encouraging freshmen out of their seats to sit down in front. Tommy gets off Bunny and has the smaller kids line up for pony rides. ‘Gator does different stunts with each kid. Noah does his horse poop stunt several times. The kids pick it up and throw the fake poop around. Bunny stops this mayhem by corralling the hoodlums and bumping them away from the front of the stage. Noah keeps pooping, which only encourages the hoodlums more. Neil is running around with his shovel trying to keep up with the never-ending poop.
The play proceeds. Every time the Oleson’s store is the setting, Bunny with Tommy on his back, trots back on stage, harassing poor Nellie and her parents.
Finally we reach the Christmas gift scene, the finale climax. After Bunny makes his exit, nipping at Nellie, he and Tommy trot off and sit down with the kids in front of the stage. The freshman kids surround them. Tommy throws his arms around Bunny’s neck, which causes all the other kids to hang onto or just pile onto Bunny. ‘Gator shushes them as the Christmas star is placed on the tree. The kids sing along with the chorus on “Little Town of Bethlehem.” Christmas trumps Anarchy.
Or, so I thought, until three familiar looking guys march down the aisle.
“Where’s the rock n roll? Ya said you was putting on a show.” It is Michael, Robby and Hippie. I gulp. They came all the way to Iowa to be with me. I hear the crew behind the curtain moving two sets of drums and two amps on stage so we can play. Tommy jumps up and hangs on me, his eyes wide with wonder that my band is going to play. I motion for Amy and Angie to join us at the mic. The lighting guy turns down the auditorium lights and puts a spotlight on Robby
Robby grabs a second mic. “I don’t know what this degenerate has been tellin’ y’all, tryin’ to be all country and that, but he’s a death rocker to the core. We’re his band, False Gods. On your knees and weep your pleas.”
Michael starts drum rolls to tell me we were doing our signature song. I hit the SG with riffs and rolls as Robby does the vocals.
“Where others feared to tread,
they gave us up for dead,
memories linger eternally,
as Lucifer’s proud plea,
a world of our own,
on high a black throne,
sing to make them see,
happy for eternity
…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…
a world so meek and blind,
we laugh at all of mankind,
we’re Satan’s band,
a world of endless flaws,
facades and miracles applause,
eulogized but despised,
shed your false disguise,
fall to your knees,
utter useless pleas,
…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…
pray in foreign tongues,
shoot your useless guns,
sacrifice hallowed sheep,
shun cold, dark streets,
you’re just nasty fleas,
Set your minds at ease
…False Gods, False Gods…
we live eternally,
we hear your painful screams,
keep cold certainty,
know just what we mean
….We are False Gods, False Gods..
… False Gods”
Tommy and the girls join me on the “We are False…” backup vocals. I’m so proud of them, just jumping in without any hesitation. Their pure, high vocals inspire me to create ringing leads. Of course Tommy’s voice cracks, which I harmonize on the guitar with Hendrix-like leads. Robby looks over in amazement and glee. He threw himself on the stage floor, as I create a feedback loop that makes the amps sound like the apocalypse has happened.
One of the freshmen sitting with Bunny on the floor screams, scaring all the kids, who pile all over Bunny. Tommy jumps on top of them all, spurring Bunny to rise. Noah screams ‘hut.” And Gator rises from a grave of kids, with Tommy on his back. They ride up the right aisle and down the left, with the screaming kids chasing them. The older kids are frozen in their seats while Robby does his Mael prayer in tongues, flip-flopping on his back on the stage.
I instantly change to the Stooges’ ‘I wanna be your Dog,’ shouting “Iggy” to Michael and Hippie.
‘Gator, recognizing the song from the coffee shop fiasco, throws off Bunny’s outfit and starts howling and barking, while thrashing around on the floor with Tommy. They actually listen to Robby’slyrics, jump on stage, and are groveling at our feet. The freshmen are cowering against the side walls. Some of the older kids ran out the back.
“Wait,” I cry. “Scared? This is my life in rock n roll hell. I found my aim is true in country.”
I mouth “Hillbilly Brothers – ‘Shine a light’ to the others. I signal the lighting guy to spotlight Tommy laying at my feet. I repeat the line ‘Angels beating all their wings in time.’ Jace comes down and raises Tommy to his feet, as I sing ‘Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.’ I whisper snow angel to Tommy and he flaps his arms as we did when it first snowed.
“Angels beating all their wings in time,
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes.
Whoa, thought I heard on sigh for you,
Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Make every song you sing your favorite tune.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,”
KEITH RICHARDS, MICK JAGGER
Lyrics © Alfred
I next sing, ‘Shine Your Light,’ repeating the title line over and over, as Jace raises Tommy, flapping his arms like wings, above the stage. Bic lighters are lit all around the darkened auditorium.
“Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the morning star, My precious one. Almighty guard You are, Great things You’ve done. Through all eternity, I give You praise. A bright new song I sing, Stand face to face.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the great I am, The King of Kings. Red rock of ages, My urge to sing. Through all eternity, I will proclaim. You won the victory, I bless Your name.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus”
Oslo Gospel Choir lyrics
Robby continues to writhe and squirm on the other side of the stage. As Tommy rises off the stage, all the Baptist kids drop to the floor, holy rolling and speaking in tongues. Robby leaps up, yells ‘Barefoot’ at me and attacks his drum kit.
I followed his lead into ‘Barefoot Boy’, with the girls and Tommy singing with me,
Makes a stand
To take his joy
Going hand to hand
Flying out free
Branch to branch
Through the trees
“Free to be
A monkey like me”
Robby jumps up from the drums and joins us to sing the chorus
“Ha ha ha
He he he
Haw haw haw
Chee chee chee”
Next he is off and running, jumping and swinging while making monkey moves at all the kids cowering in front of the stage. He takes the hands of one wide-eyed girl, doing the monkey dance with her. Other kids jump up and are dancing as well. Eventually we have them dancing in the aisles, as we switched to 60’s dance music.
Mrs. McCarthy comes out and takes the mic.
“Merry Christmas. There’s never been a Christmas Assembly like this one. Please thank all the players and crew for today’s performance.”
The English class runs back on stage to scattered applause.
“And for ‘Gator and Noah for being Bunny.”
A big cheer is yelled for ‘Gator, who tosses Tommy into the air.
“Finally, the Triplets, Amy, Andy & Angie, for making rock n’ roll be merry and bright, with the help of Andy’s bandmates, ‘The Hillbilly Brothers.’
I take the mic,“For everyone, over the holidays, be safe, be happy and be back in 1976. Happy Birthday, America.”
Just as we finish I saw, running down the aisle, still bundled up against the cold in an anorak and fur hat. It’s Jack.
“Am I too late?” he cries, throwing himself into my arms and locking his lips on mine. The noisy crowd is silenced, then explodes into “Ah, hah.” Outted at Christmas Assembly.
I ignored all the attention the kiss ignites.
“We just finished,” I tell him. “The band’s first show since Skynyrd. It is a complete surprise for me. They just showed up. Just like you, now. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Michael called and told me I had to come. Like you, I ran away from my prison and flew straight to Iowa, thanks to BankAmericard. Where’s Swamp Boy,” he demands.
Tommy is sitting on ‘Gator’s shoulders. Both look stunned by this development.
“Get up here, you two. Meet Jack, my boyfriend.” I’ve forgotten to turn the mic off, proclaiming my sexuality to the entire school. I’m oblivious.
Tommy rushes up, with tears streaming down his cheeks. It’s his worst nightmare. ‘Gator looks confused for the first time since I’ve known him.
“Jack, this is ‘Gator, my best friend and the captain of the football and bowling teams. And, this is Tommy, my little brother from last summer and now my boyfriend, too.”
I couldn’t be more honest, but I know that how the chips will fall is beyond my control.
‘Gator takes the lead, pulling Jack into a friendly hug. “Well, welcome, Jack. Yer boyfriend here never tolds us. He sure knows how to shake things up here in Iowa. I never knowed. Maybe I should be jealous of y’all.” They both laugh.
Jack looks at the tearful, distressed Tommy. “Come here, Swamp Boy, you’re not the first person I’ve shared Tim with,” pulling him into the hug with all of us.
“His name’s Andy now, but I calls ‘im Huck,” Tommy sniffs. “Ya kin call me Swamp Boy, but I prefers Alligator Killer.”
The audience applauds, as if this is the final scene of the performance. I guess it really is. Hippie comes over to Tommy, “Ya done good, turning ol’ Tim inta a country music hero. Ya learns to sing proper, there’s a place fer ya in the band. I guess the new name is the Hillbilly Brothers. I kinda like it.”
On that note, we all walk off the stage. The auditorium is buzzing from the performance, the antics, and my coming out.
Everyone came back to the Hyland house, the bowling team, half the players and chorus from my English class plus Mrs. McCarthy, and several looky-loos, or tourists as Robby used to call ‘em. The moms have a roaring fire going in the fireplace. Everyone is in the first floor living room and kitchen. Jack and Tommy engage in a short tug-of-war with my body, before settling on each being attached to one of my hips.
“Howcha escape from Catholic hell?” I quiz Jack.
“One of the rich kids got a key to the dormitory door, which keeps us locked up at night. I begged him to let me out. I took a taxi to the Geneva airport, which is in France. I used the credit card to buy the airline ticket here. Daddy won’t be happy.”
“I bets yer wrong on that count. Yer folks seemed as upset as you were about the seminary. An’ he says not ta call ‘im Daddy no more.”
“You’s a rich kid, ain’tcha,” Tommy pipes up. He didn’t seen the Stone mansion as Vic had.
“I prefer to say ‘comfortable,” Jack answers, looking at Tommy. “You needn’t be jealous of me, AK. I learned long ago that Tim, er Andy, can’t love just one person. We havta share. I just know I have him in my heart forever.”
“How’s that work,” he asks.
“You don’t know Jace?”
“His dead boyfriend that gots shot?”
“We all hold him in our hearts and can feel him there. I call him Casper, the friendly ghost. You have to love and trust him to let him in your heart.”
“Why ain’t cha ever tolds me ‘bouts Casper, Huck?”
“T’was the damned Program that hardened ma heart. Casper was locked away all summer we was campin’ out. I toldcha a’bout Teen Jesus. Casper’s Teen Jesus.”
“More holy than you think,” Hippie tells him.
“He’d never seen ya ‘til you’s arrived with Hippie and Anna Plus 1 on Saturday night. He ignored you ‘cause ya don’ts love ‘im yet.”
“How coulds I loves ‘em whens I’s never mets ‘im?”
“Jace know ya don’ts trust ‘im. Your heart is shut to ‘im.”
“How kin I trust a ghost?”
“You already do. When Casper raised ya up on the stage today, ya ever floated a’fore? How’d that happen?”
“I felt it was you’s. I was feelin’ ya when my eyes was shut tight.”
“That was Casper. He knows ya loves me and ya has me in yer heart. Since he’s in my heart too, ya kin feel his love.”
“I’s never loved nobody but you’s,” Tommy is skeptical.
“That means ya trusts me?”
“Shur, Huck. I’d do enythin’ fer ya.”
“Well, grab my hands and try to loves ‘im. Tell me if’n ya feels ‘im when he touches ya, too. Alls ya gots ta do is believe I loves ya.”
Everyone had circled around us in front of the Christmas tree by the fire. Tommy scrunched up his face, trying extra hard to love me and be loved by Casper. It’s a no brainer since he already allowed Jace to levitate him on stage. Jace circles above everyone in the room, players, crew, chorus, moms, Miami guests and Mrs. McCarthy. The room already glows from the fire and Christmas tree lights. The twins go around turning off the lamps and overhead lights. As Jace circles the whole group, the glow intensified. He settles above Tommy before placing his hands on his head.
“I feels ‘im,” Tommy shouts. A brighter glow emanates from the two of us. Everyone goes, ‘Ah, ow,’ like when the town’s Christmas tree is lit.
“It’s Teen Jesus,” someone yells as the angel on the tree’s top outshines all the other lights and the overall glow. Gold petals burst out from the tree angel and settle like snowflakes over everyone.
“Merry Christmas,” I tell everyone and let go of Tommy’s hands. The glow starts to recede.
“Anyone who wants to have Jace in their heart, just silently ask for it right now.”
The glow reignites over people who are open to us. Those who are like Tommy had been, having trouble trusting, lose the glow. I take Tommy. We go to the untrusting, holding out our hands. When they reach back, the glow returns.
I stood by the fireplace. Jack came and attached himself to my hip. Tommy tried to attach on the other hip, but Jace was already there. Unable to reach me, he put his arms around the invisible Jace. To everyone else, it looked like he was reaching out to me, unable to connect. Not frustrated by his effort to reach me, Tommy smiles when he realized he actually did love the invisible Jace. He is the second person that Tommy loves.
The twins turn the lights back on. The moms served hot chocolate. Everyone wants to keep the party rolling. It was dark outside now. Someone in the chorus suggested we go caroling. Jace and I look at each other. The tears start flowing as we remember last year with the Watt family and the swim team kids. Jace punches me and tells me to get my acoustic guitar so I can play to the carols. Tommy brushes my tears away.
“Why ya cryin’?”
“Just remembering last Christmas Eve with Jace.”
“Ya sentimental fool. Git over yerself,” and he punches me. Jace kisses him on the cheek, making Tommy grin.
It’s snowing again, perfect for a white Christmas in the morning. We carol down our street, ending up at the Pizza Pit. The manager told customers that there was no delivery that night. People are lined up for pick-up orders. We set up inside the Pit and carol until the customers stopped coming. A reporter for the Ames Herald takes our picture, noting that we performed at the High School Christmas Assembly.
The moms have more hot chocolate ready when we returned. The Miami group is especially chilled by the winter weather.
Jack is looking apprehensive, as I make no move to get him alone. Luckily he abstains, with Tommy and me, from Robby’s plentiful joints. But I know to get him into bed as soon as possible. On the other hand, Tommy is acting nervous that he’ll be excluded. And then, there are the twins, who are still dealing with my gay outing in front of the whole school; they are sensing teen spirit pheromones in the air.
“Lend me the car keys,” I ask. “We need a place to talk.”
They instantly realize how Tommy remained innocent in my room.
“I knew that the car was smelling stanky. I thought it was pizza stench,” Angie accuses us.
“Guilty until proved innocent,” I admit.
“We need to talk about you movin’ down to the second floor.”
“Please, Missy twin sisters, don’ts be throwin’ us in ta the cold winter night.”
“We’ll talks ‘bouts it,” Amy is the reconciler, while Angie just glares at me. I have betrayed them.
I’m sad, my head hanging low.
Jace to the rescue, telling me to get all five of us lying in the new snow, with our heads all touching. We make snow angels again, five perfect angels, heads together and wings all touching.
The twins run into the house. We giggle and get into the car, starting the engine to get the heater going. Huddled in the backseat, Jack explains to Tommy the difference between Jace and Casper.He describes how he was able to see Casper after letting him fuck him non-stop for a whole day.
“I ain’t fuckin’ no one I cain’t see. Ya kin feel him fuckin’ ya?”
“Ya lets him levitate ya on stage. Fuckin’ cain’t be harder than that,” I tell him.
“Ya don’ts mind me fuckin’ someone, er sumthin’, besides you?”
“Jace and me has the sex pact. We don’t fuck anyone else ‘less we’s both there.”
“How’d that work when’s we was foolin’ around all summer?”
“Jace was locked out of my heart. I couldn’t feel ‘im. Ya knows I held ya off as long as possible.”
“Yeah. Ya was a real bitch ‘bout it. Ya kin be so mean. I thoughts it was ‘causa ol’Jack.”
“That, too. You was so persistent. What could I do?”
“Ya made me thinks I’s jist yer brother, not yer lover.”
“Y’all was 14. It felt perverted. I gots molested at that age by my cousin. Ya don’t knows that.”
Jack is bein’ really quiet as we played out our feelings.
“You never told me you was molested,” he pipes up.
“I told you about Joey, saying I fell in loves with ‘im.”
“Joey, the hustler from ‘Walk on the Wild Side.’”
“I loved ‘im when there’s no way he’d love me back. It was messed up. Even Scott was never really in loves wid me. Just you, Jack. I knows ya rilly loves me.”
That reves his engine and we kiss. Tommy starts crying. Jack and I hug him, but he keeps crying.
“I always knowed ya cain’t love me as much as ya loves Jack. I’s jist po’ white trash.”
“Don’t be down on ya self. I do loves ya. I never gots a hard-on once I gots ta Iowa, ‘til I calls ya and felt how much ya loves me. Then when ya gots here an’ I see’d how much ya growed, I was head over heels. Don’t be sellin’ ya self short.”
“Now I see why Michael called and said I was in trouble,” Jack adds “You want me to go back to Switzerland?” He looks miserable.
“I loves ya both,” I proclaims. “And after Christmas ya both will be gone.”
Jace is sitting on the back of the front bench seat. He starts signing that he could solve this dilemma. “Tommy loves Huck and Casper. Jack loves Tim and Casper. Jack and Tommy gots ta learn ta love Andy together, while I gets to fuck ya all ‘so’s we kin have a four-way.”
“What he say?” Jack and Tommy ask.
“Y’all gots to learn ta love Andy, that’s who I is now.”
“How’s we do that?”
“Ya gots ta learn ta loves each other.,” I pronounce, “and understand that I loves my twin sisters and ‘Gator , jist not in a gay way.”
“Yer not gay no more?” they both cry.
“I’m gay plus, meaning I can love my family and friends an’ not havta be sexual ‘bout it.”
“Sounds too normal,” Jack concludes.
“Exactly, the twins and all my new friends are all nervous ‘bout me now that y’all has come and outed me as gay.”
“You never seemed uncomfortable ‘bouts bein’ gay before?” Jack asserts.
“The whole band crowd was kinda gay themselves or at least not worried ‘bout it. Even Grant.”
“He was just pimpin’ for Clyde,” Jack notes. We both laugh.
“Who’s Clyde?” Tommy has to know.
“Jist a black boy who refuses ta give up on me when I was always tellin’ ‘im I loved Jack.”
“Ya’s kinda a slut, Huck.” Tommy decides.
“Y’all gots ta accept I’s able ta be in love wid more than one person at a time.”
“Sounds like a slut to me,” Jack agrees with Tommy.
“We’s all in agreement, I guess. Let’s go back in. Tommy, ya’s already agreed to make the twins loves ya and ‘Gator already does. Jack ya gotta use yer good manners to turn the twins so they’s love ya. As fer ‘Gator, I have no clue how that’s work. My only advice is what everyone always be sayin’, ‘Don’t be so gay.’”
We all laugh and go back into the house.
“Well, that was quick,” Angie noted, “Y’all fucked out already? My car all stanky now?”
“Naw,” Tommy pronounces, “We’s all not bein’ so gay now.”
‘Gator jumps up and tosses Tommy up in the air. “Y’all jist my little buddy still?”
“Yeah, ‘Gator. I still loves Huck, but I loves bein’ yer friend too, Skipper.”
The twins look relieved. Looking at Jack and me, “Well, I guess y’all kin stay up on the third floor if ya don’t havta be doin’ it all the time.”
“That is the nicest thing,” Jack pours on the charm. “I am so happy to be welcome here. I swear the three of you really do look like triplets.”
Both girls burst out laughing, then hug him. Good manners win again.
It’s time for midnight services. We had to be there as part of the choir. Hippie wants to sing, as Anna loves seeing him perform in church. The class chorus asks if they could also sing carols. ‘Gator and the crew just want to stay with us longer, agreeing that church can’t be as bad as our humiliating bowling losses. I call the choir master, who agrees that the school chorus can sing carols before and after the service. Then I call the Ames Herald reporter who agrees to attend and add another picture to his story. He asks if I could contact our English teacher, Mrs. McCarthy, as he is hearing multiple reports about the Christmas assembly. He thought the whole story is worth more than a photo about caroling. I tell him she’ll speak with him before the service at First Baptist. Jack is sitting with me, as well as persistent Tommy. He asks to call Mummy. He hasn’t told them how he escaped Swiss seminary hell. I call to smooth the waters.
“Hi, Isabel, it’s Tim.”
“Oh, senor Tim, we are so worried. Do you know where Johnny is?”
“He’s right here. ?Esta Sr Stone alli?”
“Y carumba. Si, una momento.”
“Tim. You know where Johnny is?”
“He’s right here with me, in Iowa.”
“We had no idea why he’d run off to Iowa.”
“I live here with my mom now. Here he is. Don’t be mad. He just wanted to be with me.”
I give the phone to Jack. Tommy and I leave him to mend fences.
‘Gator grabs me, while the twins cornered Tommy.
“How come ya ain’t no wimpy fag, Andy?” he accuses me.
“Not all fags are wimpy, ‘Gator.’
“Tell that ta Coach.”
“That’s yer job, my fag defender.”
“Does that mean I’s a fag, too, ‘cause I’s likes ya so much?”
“Not ‘less yer dick gits all twitchy ‘round me.”
“That’s what them cheerleaders is fer.”
“I’ll settle fer lovin’ ya without any bedroom time.”
“’S’cool. But what’s ‘bout Noah hangin’ on ta my butt in the Bunny costume.”
“He’s jist inta kissin’ yer ass ‘cause ya demands that of all yer posse.”
“They’s my crew, that’s all.”
“I ain’t jealous, jist glad ya ain’t mad at me.”
“Why’s I gonna git mad at ya?”
“Not tellin’ ya I has boyfriends.”
“None o’ my business. Ya gonna takes a hit on yer popularity, tho.”
“Popularity breeds contempt.”
“I guess ya’s beneath contempt now.”
‘Gator’s sense of humor seems to have improved.
Tommy has the twins both hanging onto him, as he beams. Who knows how he did that. I guess people believe what they want to believe.
Mrs. McCarthy is entranced by our two moms, who eat up her approval. She is over the moon that her chorus is performing at church. I’m getting used to church being so important in people’s lives in Iowa. I hope our consistent church-going would counter-balance the satanic music we play, plus Tommy’s levitation trick. Best not to burn bridges.
Midnight service is hectic. The reporter kept Mrs. McCarthy busy, while the moms saved her a seat. Tommy, dressed in my coat and tie, sits next to Molly, who promises to keep him on-key with pinches. The twins and me are sitting with the choir. Anna sits on the other side of Tommy, promising to pray for him, as well as my moms and me. Jack is still not on her list. He and Hippie sit with us in the choir, as we’re all to sing ‘Amazing Grace’ together after the sermon. Michael and the rest of the players from the assembly fill up an entire row. The chorus is in the back of the church, already singing carols before the service starts. Another pew behind the moms is reserved for them. Robby stands in the back, looking ill at ease. Our infiltration of First Baptist reaches a high point at midnight services. The twins join Hippie and Jack, reaching notes beyond the guys’ range. I swear it is better than the Easter performances. Jace floats above everyone. When he sits next to the cross on the altar, I instantly got nervous that he may re-resurrect himself. He smiles and comes over to sit with me while the twins are singing. Why is church making me feel so good, when I’ve already been to hell, met the devil, and committed every sin in the Bible. Maybe contrition is easier in a Baptist Church. I’m mad at Father Frank for committing Jack to seminary hell. No time for negative thoughts on Christmas. Everyone comes back to the house, where Tommy retells the ‘Gatorsaurous legend for ‘Gator’s benefit. He ends up chasing Tommy around the living room, trying to bite his ass, snapping and growling. It’s a fit finale to our day.
“Wait fer us upstairs. I gots ta catch up with Jack,” I tell Tommy.
He looks distressed. I kiss him. It will be his turn next time. He smiles and goes over to be with the twins. They say they will show him how to do his hair and makeup for Christmas dinner.
Jack is literally shaking as we walk out to the car. It’s covered in snow, making for a perfect hideout from prying eyes.
“Y’all is cold or sumthin?”
“I’s as hot as a cat on a tin roof,” he mimics my twang, as he jumps into my lap, thrusting his hips so his hard-on rubs my stomach. We kiss for the longest time. He is snapping my briefs, making me hard as a rock. He pulled down his trousers, with his dick sticking out of the oldest, holiest, worn-out briefs I’ve ever seen.”
“Ya cain’t afford new underwear?” I kid him.
“This was the only thing I had ta remember ya by.”
“Well, least ya keeps them nearest to the parts I loves the best,” as I go down on his skinny dick.’
“Ew, that feels so good,” as he squirms on my knees. I push them apart and kneeling on the car floor, continue to suck his dick.
As he gets close to cumming, he starts murmuring, “Fuck me, Tim, fuck me.”
He is a total turn-on. I stick an index finger into the lips of his ass. He explodes into my mouth, his garden hose dick hitting my tonsils like a pinata as it sprays down my throat. Once he is done, I pull him onto my dick, teasing his ass with my tip and holding onto his shaft, to keep it from going down. He shudders from over-stimulation. He then starts rocking my dick in and out of his hole, as my pre-cum lubricates the entrance. His knees squeeze my ribs, each time I entered him. I picked him up and planted his back on the seat, throwing his legs over my elbows, as I drove deeper into his ass. He squeals at every thrust, moaning when I withdrew. Moving his legs up to my shoulders, I was going fully into him, my balls bouncing on his butt. I grunt as he squeals, making a ruckus. I imagined the twins and Tommy, standing outside the snow-covered car, listening to us fuck. It drives me to climax quicker than I want. After I cum, Jack pushed me back and entered me without preparation or lubricant. It hurts, the first time since I was raped. He never hesitates and keeps fucking me. Soon I’m in ecstasy, squeezing his hips as he rocks into me. He’s done before I’m hard again. We stop, gasping for breath. Pulling on our clothes, I open the car door, expecting to be confronted by my sisters and/or other boyfriend. We had been alone.
In the morning, I wake up in bed with Jack on one side, Tommy on the other, and Jace at my feet. Thank you twins for insisting on queen-size beds on their floor. I have to admit, I felt queen-sized. Robby and Michael are on the second floor. Hippie and Anna left for his grandparents after midnight services, planning to attend Christmas morning service there. Anna is in her glory. ‘Gator and the boys said they’ll come by in the afternoon after going home for their respective gift-giving.
The twins bounce into my room, sniffing and snooping to determine if we had been naughty or nice. We were told to get downstairs for present exchange. We’d been nice, at least for Christmas. Tommy is a nervous wreck, knowing what Jack and I had done in the car. Jace keeps Jack busy, while Tommy hangs onto me for dear life. I assure him that his turn is next.
“So whatcha thinks o’ Jace?” I ask him.
“He makes my stomach all warm and relaxed, kinda like fucking.”
“So he turns ya on?”
“Ew, not sure I kin get fucked by a ghost I cain’t even sees.”
”The more ya likes ‘im, the easier it is ta sees ‘im.”
“Does I havta ta get fucked all day to git ta see ‘im, like Jack did?”
“Nah. Hippie and Michael kin see him and they’s straight.”
He sighes his relief.
“It ain’t makin’ love whens ya does it ta git sumthin.’” I tell him. “Relax and see where it goes. It’s Jack ya gots ta seduce.”
“But he’s so rich and snooty. Ya says he’s real possessive.”
“Shure, but he’s already sharin’ me with Jace, Flo, Tina and Pete. Yer chances ain’t bad.”
He hugs me tighter. He isn’t about ta let go. And we all had church again, as the choir has two services to sing.
I haven’t spent anytime with Robby and Michael, so I sit with them as we eat Mom’s blueberry pancakes.
“Remember the pancakes we got on the road last spring?” I ask them.
“Your mom’s is better,” Robby compliments her.
“You have a sweet deal here,” Michael notes. “Does going Country mean you’re straight now.”
“Pretty much, ‘cept when Jack or Tommy’s around.”
“Your friends were pretty shocked to see ya go at it with them.”
“News travels fast. I gots some bridges ta repair once school starts in January.”
“Don’tcha wanna git back to Miami?” Robby asks.
“Not ‘til I’s eighteen in July. Them cops have a hard-on fer me still.”
“That’s your secret; everyone gets hard-ons around you,” Michael laughs.
“What a great talent, huh?”
“Let’s go out on the porch an’ get high,” Robby pulls out a joint from behind his ear. “Jist fer ol’ times sakes.”
“Why not.” It’s Christmas.
We went out on the back porch, finding a spot where no one could see us from inside or out. I need to take it easy, so I can at least function, but Robby’s ganja hits me hard. Jace comes over and laughs at us. I know Michael can see him. Robby’s such a hard head, he’s only been able to feel Jace. Michael and I are teasing Robby who never knows when Jace is about to swat him. Robby quickly loses his temper in frustration.
“Ya wanna see ‘im?” I ask. “Hold both my hands,” as I reach out to him.
“Fuck you,” He swears at us for teasing him, He finally takes my hand.
“Now relax and stop losin’ yer temper.” I tell him. Michael is sitting on a railing, enjoying another Robby magic mean show.
Jace waits until Robby calms down. At last, he places his hands on his shoulders to make him a conduit between our psychic bond.
“Oh,” Robby says, looking directly at Jace. “Ya ain’t aged a day.”
We all hang out, until Jack comes out to be with us.
“Robby just let Jace into his heart fer the first time,” I tell Jack.
“Y’all’s been smokin’ pot. I kin tell.”
“Ya missed it. We’s plumb out,” I lie to him, not ready to deal with his pot-driven horniness. ”When’d ja start speakin’ like a hick?”
“Y’all’s a bad influence,” as he slides into my arms. Michael and Robby move away from us, not wanting to be infected by gayness.
“I asked Mummy if I kin stay here.”
There’s a twist to my plans. “Wow. Whatch she say?”
“They aren’t ‘bout ta lets me go country. I’s enrolled in some fancy prep school in Massachusetts.”
“That Phillips place they was talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Naw. They rejected me fer runnin’ away from the seminary. Its called Deerfield, outs in the country, not so fancy.”
“Better‘n the monks. Least I kin come visit ya.”
“Wouldja? I gots ta go home tomorrow, ‘fore I cain’t speak proper ‘t’all.”
“Yer leavin’?” We start making out. Michael and Robby leave us alone. Tommy shows up as soon as Robby tells him where we were. He sits next to Jace, as if he can tell where he is.
“Ya kin see Jace now?”
“Never hads ta fuck ‘im once,” he crows.
“Maybe getting’ levitated works jist as good.”
Jace put an arm around his shoulders, which makes Tommy twitch.
“What’s wrong? Don’tcha likes Jace?”
“He’s yer boyfriend, not mine.”
Trouble in paradise.
“Ya lets ‘im in yer heart, so ya must trust ‘im?”
“I only loves you, Huck,” explaining why Jace didn’t feel him when he arrived.
It also means he doesn’t love Jack or Casper. Does it mean he isn’t mature enough? Maybe it’s just old odd me for loving everyone? I remember the limo outside CBGB’s with my boyfriends and girlfriends all piled in the back together, tearing me apart while the guys and I smoked a joint in Uncle Tam’s De Soto. Now it was my three boyfriends all together on the porch.
“I gotta get outta here,” I tell them, “so y’all kin decides how ta work it out.”
I go find the twins. With all the visitors I ignored them.
Why do I think sisters were easier to deal with than lovers? I go up to the third floor and pick up an acoustic guitar. The girls ignore me at first. I strum Rod Stewart’s ‘You’re in my Heart.’
The twins come out of their room, with hands on hips.
“Ya think ya kin patch it up with a stupid song,” Angie snarls.
I repeat the chorus:
“You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul”
“We ain’t your lovers, Andy,” Amy cuts me deep.
“I know, but now I needs ya ta be my sisters. I gots too many lovers, but only two sisters.”
“How’s that work when ya lies to us?” Angie, as usual, right to the meat of the matter.
“I warns ya’s I weren’t perfect, but together we’s purdy good.”
“So where’s all yer boyfriends now?”
“Out on the porch, fightin’ it out by trashing me. They’s bondin’ over how I’s so screwed up.”
“We don’t hates ‘em, Andy. Jist that they’ve screwed everything up fer us.”
“Jist ‘cause ya gots a gay brother?”
“To go with gay moms. We’s the homo sisters.”
“Whys ya cares ‘bout what others think?”
“We don’ts. But what we think should matter to y’all.”
“Don’tcha see, that’s why I’s here with y’all, and not with them.”
“It’s all water over the dam now,” Angie’s as always practical.
“I’s gonna ask the moms to let Jack stay and be part o’ the family.”
“We lives in Gay Central,” Angie moans.
“It is kinda romantic,” Amy is moving toward my side.
“How romantic will ya feel when they’s be goin’ at each other day and night.”
“It might be nice if someone has a boyfriend around here,” Amy defends me.
“Well, ya kin move in with them and watch how disgustin’ they are, stickin’ their things up each other’s butts.”
“What we do is secret. I’ll move back to the second floor so there’s no stinky stank up here.”
“Oh, Andy. Cain’t they jist leave?”
“Great. I’m out to the whole school. Now my boyfriend has to leave.”
“Okay. He kin stay, but y’all gots to sleep up here so’s we kin keep ya from being super gay.”
“Sisters as my gay police. Perfect.”
They hug me. We go tell the moms.
“No way we will allow you to have a live-in boyfriend.”
“I’m seventeen, Moms. You want me to sneak around? That’s dangerous. Especially for gays.”
“This is exactly what Dad complains about. You are always plotting things to get around our authority,” Mom complains.
“That may be true in the past. But Jack coming here is a big surprise. He had to escape from a monastery in Switzerland. He can’t go back to Florida until he turns eighteen, just like me. His parents want to lock him away in a New England prep school.”
“Why are you boys always in so much trouble, getting locked up?” Molly asks.”
I was going to try to explain it, but finally say, “We’re young and we’re in love.”
That stops their angry opposition.
“We have to talk with Jack’s parents first, so don’t think you’re getting your way yet.” They capitulate. I already know Mummy and Daddy are on our side.
The twins and I skip out to the porch. Jack and Tommy are bonding over their shared disgust of me. Jace just shrugs when he sees me.
“It’s all settled. Jack’s going to stay with us,” I announce, grabbing him and twirling him around.
Tommy burst into tears. “I knew I can’t compete with Jack,” he sobs.
The twins hug him and make him feel loved. He perks up once he accepts the decision.
“You girls like younger boys?” he asks the twins.
They swat him and chase him into the house. Robby and Michael come back out. They obviously hit the bong.
“Everything hunky dory in Tim’s World,” Robby quips.
“Mission accomplished,” declares Michael. “I’m going back to Miami to be with my girlfriend.”
“Least someone’s normal,” ‘Gator declares.